Europe Countdown: Day 41

One day 24 hours. It is considered half a day is gone when 13 hours had passed. I didn't blog last night because I was at my friend's grandpa's funeral wake. My condolence to the Shim family for the loss of their grandpa. I met grandpa Shim once last year when I visited their family house in Kudat. He was a very nice, chirpy old man, who cared for his grandchildren a lot - especially when it comes to their marriage. Haha. I remember that night he nagged about his eldest grandson to his grand daughter, my friend. I'm sure grandpa Shim knew and was assured about the girl the grandson has chosen to be his future wife.

I went out with some Couchsurfing friends, Tom from UK and Elena from KK last Sunday. After Sunday mass, I brought Tom for some local Indian food in Sri Latha, then met up with Elena to tag along to Kadazan wedding reception. Tom had never been to a local wedding, hence the visit. It was fun. After that, we went to 1Borneo for a short walk, and then to UMS jetty and ODEC beach to await the sunset. It was awesome day out, concluded after dinner in Emperor's Delight. Yummy dumpling, and hand-made noodles.

Yesterday was a normal day. Started drowsily as how every working day is, after dragging myself to my feet, washed up and started work... In the evening I went over to UMS to pick up a verification letter, and yummy food for "lunner" (lunch+dinner). I was drowsy again by the time it was 6pm, so I just laid on the bed while waiting for time to go for prayers for the repose of the soul of grandpa Shim.

When I was at the funeral reciting the prayers, I was reminded of my dad's funeral wake. Pretty emotional for me at that moment, but I managed to swallow everything inside then. I didn't cry much when my dad passed away. It was not because I wasn't sad losing my dad, but more like I couldn't feel much then. I was in a shock, I guess. How would I know that my school holidays which was meant to be spent with my family, turned out to be a funeral? Though terminal stage of cancer is equivalent to death itself, but my last visit home in July 2009, my dad seemed strong... So yeah... I lost the one and only extinct species of dad. And the loss is there, always. Nobody at home seemed to understand the difficulty I felt about going home. Nobody around me either. Pointing fingers became the norm of any society. Well, I can't stop people from wagging their tongues.

Two years later... Here I am, blogging about it, wondering if I am running away from my true self, and escaping from reality of life. Perhaps it's just my hormone speaking now.....

I shall continue day 41 by going to a 30-min chat with my life coach friend, then a good sleep and prayers in Fook Luk Siew for the repose of the soul of grandpa Shim.

P/S: It's DAY 40 tomorrow. Time to let the cat out of the bag!