I didn’t make it to Macau

Macau... til we meet again...

Sometime last 2007, before we even got out 13^th month pay, I was dreaming of going back to Macau. My previous stay of three months was all shopping around the popular San Malo square and ever busy streets of Red market which never seem to run out of people looking for best buys. I realized that I never really enjoyed the historic place. I was not able to take a lot of pictures of old churches, museums and parks. I was not able to learn more of it being a former Portuguese colony and the handover just occurred last December 20, 1999. But at least I’m proud to say that the best part of my stay there is that I was able to taste of the unforgettable Macanese cuisine. I was planning to break free from nostalgia when I eventually planned a trip there with someone whom I considered very special. Finally, I would be able to see Macau with Fisherman’s wharf and the Venetian Hotel since they were still not there during my brief stay back in 2005. The bear necessities that needed to be taken cared of like a place to stay and plane tickets were the top priorities on my list. I started to fish out these as early as November 2008. However, plans crumbled because of an incident that happened that I deeply regretted. And it’s not only the Macau trip that had gone with the wind but also the rest of the future plans that accompanied it. I was still hoping to get there right at this very moment. I was staring blankly at my packed things and the confirmation sheet on my folder together with my passport and was in utter disbelief. I should have been in the plane by now… flight PR352 with my husband. I never thought that it won’t happen… and it will never happen. Macau, I fell in love with you years ago and dreamt of coming back to you with the man I love. But alas, I think that I should let that dream go…