He begins a new chapter and may God be there...
At the time of writing, it is approximately 24 hours to go before my brother steps back into Malaysia again, after having been away in London for more than 10 straight months. I don't usually show it, but I feel a lot of things that he feels and I sometimes wish I can do more...but at times I just don't know how.
He used to go to this Hillsong church, which houses its weekly Sunday service at the Dominion Theatre at Tottenham Court Road. I've been to a service with him once, and it wasn't bad at all. A lot of music and stuff, and it's got a huge following.
I suppose my brother has been attending this church for two years now, and sometimes two years can be a long time. I went online and saw his MSN nickname yesterday. It wrote - "Here I come, one last time, Dominion Theatre."
All of a sudden, a sombre mood swept across me. My own graduation and farewell to the UK has been spoilt by several things, and I never attended much society activities or any church service in Edinburgh. So I wasn't sad at all. Besides, I knew I would be returning to the UK for my brother's graduation this year.
But when I saw what he wrote as the nickname, I subconsciously took his farewell emotion into my own heart. So this is it. This...will be the last time. This...will be where the book closes. This will be where his life in London will close and he will return to KL to start a whole new chapter, where he would enter the working world.
My brother has been much more active than I ever was with university co-curricular activities. He's got a bigger circle of friends, albeit mostly from Malaysia and especially Singapore. But he's been attending this church for, like I said, a better part of two years.
"Here I come, one last time." I wouldn't be surprised if he got emotional at the Dominion Theatre and I wouldn't be surprised if he gets emotional on this particular Sunday. If it were me, I would be too. Heck, I think I could burst out sobbing.
I remember when I left home for the UK in September 2002. There were so many uncertainties on my mind. What if I never see my family again? Highly unlikely, but possible. What if I never get to eat my favourite foods again? And when I got a girlfriend in July the following year, it got even worse. Every time I come back and leave for the UK again, I hugged her tightly and we would just let the tears flow. Too many uncertainties. We cry because there's always going to be uncertainties. But sometimes, it's certain...certain we will never see the place again. I would probably never see Heriot-Watt again. Nor London. Nor take another ride on the Underground.
I'm not a particularly emotional person. The last time I really burst out and wept was June last year, when something happened with the marking on my exams. I kept it all welled up inside, but when I heard my mum's voice over the phone I knew I couldn't take it. As soon as I put the phone down the tear dams opened.
I would understand if my brother were to cry again. It's normal. We all hate farewells. But I hope whatever he's learnt about God and His Son from the great arena that is the Dominion Theatre would stay with him forever, and may God always be with him as he enters the wrking world and its challenges in KL.
He used to go to this Hillsong church, which houses its weekly Sunday service at the Dominion Theatre at Tottenham Court Road. I've been to a service with him once, and it wasn't bad at all. A lot of music and stuff, and it's got a huge following.
I suppose my brother has been attending this church for two years now, and sometimes two years can be a long time. I went online and saw his MSN nickname yesterday. It wrote - "Here I come, one last time, Dominion Theatre."
All of a sudden, a sombre mood swept across me. My own graduation and farewell to the UK has been spoilt by several things, and I never attended much society activities or any church service in Edinburgh. So I wasn't sad at all. Besides, I knew I would be returning to the UK for my brother's graduation this year.
But when I saw what he wrote as the nickname, I subconsciously took his farewell emotion into my own heart. So this is it. This...will be the last time. This...will be where the book closes. This will be where his life in London will close and he will return to KL to start a whole new chapter, where he would enter the working world.
My brother has been much more active than I ever was with university co-curricular activities. He's got a bigger circle of friends, albeit mostly from Malaysia and especially Singapore. But he's been attending this church for, like I said, a better part of two years.
"Here I come, one last time." I wouldn't be surprised if he got emotional at the Dominion Theatre and I wouldn't be surprised if he gets emotional on this particular Sunday. If it were me, I would be too. Heck, I think I could burst out sobbing.
I remember when I left home for the UK in September 2002. There were so many uncertainties on my mind. What if I never see my family again? Highly unlikely, but possible. What if I never get to eat my favourite foods again? And when I got a girlfriend in July the following year, it got even worse. Every time I come back and leave for the UK again, I hugged her tightly and we would just let the tears flow. Too many uncertainties. We cry because there's always going to be uncertainties. But sometimes, it's certain...certain we will never see the place again. I would probably never see Heriot-Watt again. Nor London. Nor take another ride on the Underground.
I'm not a particularly emotional person. The last time I really burst out and wept was June last year, when something happened with the marking on my exams. I kept it all welled up inside, but when I heard my mum's voice over the phone I knew I couldn't take it. As soon as I put the phone down the tear dams opened.
I would understand if my brother were to cry again. It's normal. We all hate farewells. But I hope whatever he's learnt about God and His Son from the great arena that is the Dominion Theatre would stay with him forever, and may God always be with him as he enters the wrking world and its challenges in KL.
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