Finally.
Eugene is back. Safely. I am happy and relieve. My poor guy doesn't need to worry and live by being one of the thousands of stranded traveller 'status.' Hehe…
But my mum made me laugh a lot about it. When news got it that he managed to board the A380 at the very last minute, Eugene's mum called my mum to share the joyous moment (it was perceived as if Eugene was loss in a war torn country with no food and shelter for days and finally, was rescued by the Malaysian Royal airforce of something of that sort to return to Motherland).
My mum went like this, "I thank God for finding Eugene a seat to board the plane. I prayed SOOO hard to God. I told God, "Please God, please make just 1 seat for Eugene so he could safely return to Malaysia". And praise the Lord, he answered my prayers. Praise the Lord."
I was smirking over the other side of the line.
Then I cheekily to my mum, "Ohhhh, now I know, you didn't pray hard for MY trip there, that's why my trip got cancelled."
So yes, I now believe the power of a mother's prayer.
Does that mean now that everytime I need something badly, I would give my mum a hollar and ask for her prayers?
Hahah…
Well, as far as I am concerned, mine didn't work, definitely. And I blame it to the fact that my faith and trust in God isn't enough. It has to be. I'm too cynical. I'm too atheist corrupted. I'm too liberal. That's why.
The next now, I may just get off on a plane this Sunday to the Islands of God. Let's see how things turn out to be with the reservations. Seemed to be marking my annual pilgrimage trip back to where I heart belongs, time and again. Somehow, the headwind always blow be back to this island again and again. Somehow. Call it fate. Everytime I decide to leave for Bali, everything just works out magically. It must be the Bali Gods who loves me unrelentlessly. It just must be.
Isn't it Bali the 6th now?
