Facebook used to be my goto place for friend updates and news updates from home, kind of like a pseudo-CNN. It was also the place where I found out about the gruesome and shocking flight MH17 tragedy; Just barely 4 months after the missing MH370 flight incident.
The story of flight MH17 is traumatizing. It’s heart wrenching when you hear about friends and families of all 298 passengers aboard said flight crying their heart out, praying that it was just a dream. But when someone you know, someone close to you contributes to that statistic, it begins to be more than just sadness. You start to feel denial, anger, remorse; Pretty much what psychologists call the 5 stages of grief.
Lately I couldn’t bare to go on Facebook anymore due to the excessive sharing of news about the accident, because a very dear friend of mine, Elaine, was on that flight. A friend that I was going to visit in September, a friend that, just a few weeks ago, I was talking to and discussing about how we were still in contact after so many years of not seeing each other, to which we agreed on “Because we are both awesomely beautiful people”.
Ever since I knew her, I’ve always called her “mata” (meaning ‘eye’ in Bahasa Malaysia) because her eyes were the first thing I noticed when I first saw her, and the name just stuck. She was always smiling, even when she called me one day to ask me what to do about her phone because she accidentally dropped it in the toilet bowl. I laughed pretty hard, told her it was most likely a lost cause, but she could try the rice trick and hope for the best.
During one of my trips back home, I was scheduled for a 12-hour layover in Melbourne, so I asked if she would be free to meet up and she said she might be working late, but would definitely try to make it. She called me around dinner time and asked where I was so she could come meet me. I was surprised because I wasn’t expecting her to leave work early; She went out of her way to accompany me for dinner and insisted on paying as well. That was the last dinner we had together. There is still so much more that I could say about Elaine, but words will never suffice in describing how beautiful and awesome she is.
I’m sorry that we couldn’t meet up more often, and I’m sorry that, at least for now, I won’t be able to buy you those dinners and drinks we talked about.
But not to worry, because when we meet again, I’ll throw in breakfast as well. Stay happy and never stop smiling, mata!
Imagine if I was given one moment,
just a single slice of my past.
I could hold it close forever,
and that moment would always last.
I’d put the moment in a safe,
within my heart’s abode.
I could open it when I wanted,
and only I would know the code.
I could choose a time of laughing,
a time of happiness and fun.
I could choose a time that tried me,
through everything I’ve done.
I sat and thought about what moment,
would always make me smile.
One that would always push me,
to walk that extra mile.
If I’m feeling sad and low,
if I’m struggling with what to do.
I can go and open my little safe,
and watch my moment through.
There are moments I can think of,
that would lift my spirits every time.
The moments when you picked me up,
when the road was hard to climb.
For me to only pick one moment,
to cherish, save and keep,
Is proving really difficult,
as I’ve gathered up a heap!
I’ve dug deep inside my heart,
found the safe and looked inside,
there was room for lots of moments,
in fact hundreds if I tried.
I’m building my own little library,
embedded in my heart,
for all the moments spent with you,
before you had to part.
I can open it up whenever I like,
pick a moment and watch it through,
My little library acts as a promise,
I’ll never ever forget you