through the clouds we go

  • *in the lab*
  • Mary: *sipping coffee* How was the date last night, Molly?
  • Sherlock: *at his microscope; rolls his eyes*
  • Molly: *sighs* Bloody awful! We had absolutely nothing in common. He thought a specialist registrar was a marriage guidance counsellor.
  • Mary: *raises an eyebrow* Wow...
  • John: *sympathetic* Chin up. You'll meet someone.
  • Molly: *shrugs* I don't know; maybe it's me.
  • Sherlock: Oh for God's sake, Molly, of course it's not you. You're perfect.
  • Molly: ...
  • John: ...
  • Mary: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *looking between them; frowns* Oh, come on. This is not news!
  • John & Mary: *murmur their agreement*
  • Molly: *blinking; overwhelmingly happy* R-really?
  • Sherlock: *nods* Yup.
  • Molly: *throws her arms around his neck; kisses his cheek* Thank you.
  • John: *mutters to Mary* We think so, too.
  • Sherlock: *cheeks pink* You can sod off.
The Extra Mile, Small beginnings, and Seeds of ideas

Growing up I learned a lot about people. I understood them more then they could ever know. We all go through things. We all have moments where we feel completely inadequate or suffer through bouts of sadness that hang over us like dark clouds. We go through moments of feeling unimportant or believing we are a complete nothing. And if you surround yourself by others who believe they are a complete nothing or those who make others feel they are a complete nothing, you will always feel that way or will pick up bad habits.

For me, growing up I felt that a humane thing we all had was to be able to sympathize with those that struggle.  But then I learned that I was very different than most of my peers and I viewed the world in a more liberal way but I understood things on a much more deeper level.   

But I feel that we all have the ability to plant seeds of ideas and give them the ability to grow. I explained that big changes begin with small beginnings.  And those small beginnings can only keep on growing by our ability to water them with our own ideas, hopes, dreams and encouragement. This is a garden that everyone owned and everyone had the role of taking care of the flowers, trees, and plants.

And I learned that no matter what I had to say there would always be others that would be there to over analyze it or distort the truth. And if you possess an open mind, they’ll do their best to fill it up with negativity and self doubt. And in the end self doubt is the killer of all good dreams or opportunities that may be presented to us in the future.

The truth is those that will try to convince us that we are nothing, have never had someone convince them they are something.

 So be the something for the nothingness they always feel. Be the somebody that gives them insight, and fills their nothing with the encouragement they need to move forward in life in positive ways.

 And don’t worry about what everyone else is doing … think about your now, your present moment, your life choices. Are you living the life you envisioned, hoped for or dreamt about? If not, find a way to make it happen before it gets too late.

I always loved the Robert Frost poem where he uses the phrase “Miles to go,” especially when it comes to understanding others or learning to sympathize. We must search within ourselves to discover our ability to relate and put in an effort to understand. And it is something that is taught to us, so we can teach others.

The truth is you cannot walk in another’s shoes half way; you must be willing to go the extra mile. Perhaps most people are too lazy to walk that long, but the other half that are willing only do so because they know what it’s like and they are not quick to judge without trying to understand. They will give themselves the chance to understand or are open to new experiences.

Remember to cherish those kinds of people always, and be the kind of person that others want to go to when they need advice, a shoulder to cry on or someone they look to for encouragement. And never forget how important, how loved and how valuable you are to this world.

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So, a lot of you know that Real Life has been kicking me in the teeth a bit recently. Here’s the very condensed story….

Almost exactly a year ago, hubs started working in Cape Town, having moved from Knysna, a small, beautiful town on the Southern coast where we’ve been living for 14 years. In December of last year, pup and myself joined him. Pup was enrolled in the local primary school and I started looking for a job. 

Six months later, the financial strain throttling us, I finally found something. In the meanwhile hubs is taking strain at work to the point where I started getting seriously worried for his mental and physical health

Two months later, hubs was fired from the job we moved here for. On the surface there was some very flimsy charges, an enquiry was held and he was fired on the spot. The real reason is the company was in trouble and they couldn’t afford him anymore.

So here we are, in huge debt (because of the move and me not working for 6 months), with me working half day for a ridiculous salary, and hubs unemployed. So obviously, he started looking for a job, and about two weeks ago, a friend (jokingly) sends an ad for a position in Knysna. 

Like the sun suddenly breaking through the clouds, we understood. We were desperately unhappy, and we want to go home. The realization also made us admit that pup was having real trouble adjusting, developing anxiety and depression on top of his ADD. But because we were too stubborn to admit that this is not fucking working, we played it down, hoping it would go away… 

Yesterday at about 3pm, hubs got a decent offer from a company here in CT, which we decided he would take, even if it’s only until we can make it back to Knysna. Half an hour later, the company in Knysna phones. 

So here’s where we are at the moment: We don’t know how. We have a lot of debt and little to no income for this month. We are financially in deep trouble. We don’t know how we are going to do accomplish it,  but we’re going home. 

Home to swimming in the lagoon on hot days and taking long walks in the forest. To the people that I’ve known for more than a decade. To the Loeries that rasp early in the morning and having to close your windows so the Vervet monkeys don’t get in. To getting annoyed because you can’t find something in the small shops and snorkeling in the deep pools at Buffalo Bay.

We’re going home. 

Wish me luck, dear friends. There is a blindingly bright light at the end of the tunnel, but the tunnel is still very long, and very dark. 

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MH17: Perished but not gone

I’ve been struggling for days now to put my thoughts into words, but I’ve been so engulfed in so many foreign emotions when I heard that MH17, a Malaysian plane carrying nearly 300 lives was shot down near Ukraine. I couldn’t comprehend its near occurrence to the lost MH370, that innocent lives were entangled in acts of war and simply, we are just not promised another ‘tomorrow’.

My life and my family’s has been entangled with the aviation industry ever since my father found his career in the skies. My mother has lived through her entire marriage not having the security of a husband who had a fixed ‘9-5 job’. Cold sterile airports became our second home, my dad’s flight schedule became a dear thing where we could cling on to some kind of normalcy. Our goodbyes were detached and our hearts always wandered. Even my eldest sister was named after my dad’s favorite condition in the sky - smooth, calming clouds.

Clouds, as my mother describes it as fluffy and sweet-looking. But unexpectedly as you go through them in their vastness it then becomes rough and troubled. In the middle of it all lies a pocket, where it is most turbulent.

In the biggest and the bluest of the skies - pilots, passengers and aircrafts go through these clouds every day. Very much like them, we go through these ‘clouds’ all our lives thinking that all is good and great. As we move along we are granted perils and lessons that shape us and guide us along this great adventure of life. Sometimes it gets unstable, and often it gets shaky. Just as we think the worst is over we meet with our greatest challenge - the pocket where we have to cross. Either we fly through it or be sucked, we must always emerge victorious enough to fly through yet another ‘cloud’.

Malaysia Airlines is the pride of the nation. I ponder not in its financial difficulties, who runs it or its streak of bad luck. It is the carrier of my nation where my life was created and cradled, where I love and always will love. Malaysia Airlines is more than just a business with brilliant engineers, experienced pilots, friendly crew and great introduction to Malaysian hospitality. Malaysia Airlines is the gateway between where we’ve been and where we’re going to go as a country. This is the carrier of the country where our histories are created and our stories are written with those we love dearly - our families and friends. Malaysia Airlines is always there to send us off and bring us back when we’re ready to come back home.

The next time before you speak about your national carrier I beg of you to ask yourself this: How would you feel like when you’re in KLIA seeing planes without the ‘wau’ flying high?; How would you feel like when you sit in another national carrier that’s not your own?; How would you feel if you never ever get to hear these lines ever uttered again: ‘… dan kepada semua warganegara, selamat pulang ke tanah air’?

In english: ‘To all Malaysians, welcome home.’

I pray fervently that Malaysia Airlines and fellow Malaysians can get through this ‘cloud’ together. Regardless of what is thrown at us ,what is adamant at dividing us - let us forget and instead, let these terrible tragedies unite us evermore and keep us flying high in the skies during these thriving times.

Yours faithfully,
A member of the MAS family.

Dance Inside- Chapter 3

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I was always last off the school bus seeing as I lived the furthest out. Thankfully Alfie was the stop before mine so at least he could keep me company. It wasn’t like it was a long trip. It was just about forty minutes from home to the nearest school. It would be so much easier if dad and mom would let me drive their car, but we only had one in the family.

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