Another 11 days into June. How could time have passed me by so quickly, in a blink of an eye?
It seems that it was only yesterday, in January.
Almost 3 months without a job and a tourist visa that was expiring soon. My boyfriend and I were getting restless. He made a choice to stay and I made a choice to stand by him. Call me silly like many would have – to choose a man who has nothing to offer but his heart, courage and determination to succeed. What I saw wasn’t the material things that he could offer but the man that he is, the man that he would become and the woman that I would become when I am with him.
After several rounds of interview, he finally landed a job in one of the Leading Hotels in KL as a Restaurant Manager. I couldn’t have been more proud of him and grateful for friends who landed a helping hand.
It seems that it was only yesterday, in February.
Where my boyfriend’s work permit application left us perplexed. I remembered being angry. Angry because it took forever to process his work permit.
I remember it was a Sunday. The day that his visa run expired. We left hastily for Singapore on a 5pm flight, lingered around Changi Airport and took a flight back to KL at 11pm on the same day.
I was tired and worried. Worried because there were too many occurrence of his visits within 6 month that he might be denied entry to Malaysia.
At the airport, he was stopped by the immigration officer and was given a special pass for a 2 week stay and was referred to the Immigration Dept in Putrajaya should he want to appeal for a longer stay in Malaysia.
I went into a frantic mode for the next 2 weeks that follows.
It seems that it was only yesterday, in March.
My boyfriend had to leave the country and was only be permitted entry with an approval of his work permit by the Immigration Department. It was an unbearable period for me.
Unbearable because chances of him getting the work permit approved is 50%-50%.
Unbearable because there is a possibility of him not coming back.
I visited him on his 2nd week in Bangkok. My anxiety was cured immediately when I saw him upon arrival at Don Muang airport. It was a fun trip with him showing me around the city he called home for the past 12 years.
I finally smiled. And for the first time in my life, I prayed to the 4 faced Buddha at Erawan shrine for his return. Which, the Buddha has granted.
It seem like it was only yesterday, in April.
I shifted my focus to what I want to do with my life. My one-year-travelling-plan is out of the question now. Yes, I choose to give that up for my boyfriend and our future. I proudly admitted to my decision. With no shame whatsoever.
April was also a period of soul searching. Money vs passion vs long working hours vs work life balance.
Unfortunately, the answer never came in April.
It seem like it was only yesterday, in beginning of May.
It was quite clear now. Passion and money won and it’s time for me to move on. Like how many Malaysian’s had made the choice to vote out race based politics, cronyism and corruption of the government under Barisan Nasional’s rule.
I’ve never seen such unity among Malaysians when we geared up for the 13th General Election. Photos of indelible ink on voter’s finger surfaces on Facebook newsfeed on 5th May. It was recorded that 80% of Malaysians came up to vote.
The entire nation went into a frenzy on the night of 5th May when the results of polling was announced. The Opposition party has clearly won the election with 50.1% of total votes but Barisan Nasional was announced the winner.
We teared and turned our Facebook profiles turned into black to mark the death of democracy in Malaysia. Such was, an emotional melt down experiences by 50.1% of the population in Malaysia.
Now, 11 days into June. I wonder is I am able to have much sense of achievement when December comes.