Signs, Shifts, and Wake-Up Calls

 Blog Title: Signs, Shifts, and Wake-Up Calls

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We are almost completely moved, and the guys came over and installed the Wi-Fi, so I am back on my addiction—blogging! We’re now living on the top floor again, only it’s four floors higher than the previous apartment. From Menara Kuda Lari to Villa Emas—from the Running Horse to the Golden Villa.

This new place is close to Queensbay Mall, the largest mall in Penang, and not far from the sea, with Jerejak Island just a stone’s throw away. I used to work at the Jerejak Resort and Spa for three years as the supervisor for the ferry landing. So in some sense, it feels like coming full circle.

I’m writing simply to keep the updates flowing, even if life seems a bit mundane at the moment. But then again, even the seemingly boring bits often carry meaning. Like losing Furby—my cat—on the day we were moving. It felt like an omen. As if the Universe were sending a firm signal: It’s time to change. Cut loose. Move on.

Then came the second wake-up call. A nightmare. I jolted awake in horror, having dreamt I was about to kill my own daughter, for reasons I couldn't even grasp. The shock was profound. I knew it wasn’t just a bad dream. It was a message. A spiritual slap in the face. A reminder not to delay stepping into the next phase of my life. Procrastination, after all, is a kind of slow death.

The third nudge came in real-time, on the road. I took the wrong lane while driving in the early dark hours and found myself lost across the Penang channel. I ended up on the Penang Bridge, completely disoriented, roaming for nearly an hour in confusion. At one point, I nearly drove into oncoming traffic. And when I finally reached the toll gate, I realized my bank card wouldn’t work. No cash. No way to pay.

Eventually, I made it across. But the horror didn’t end there. Just a little further up the road, I came upon the scene of a traffic accident. There was a body, lifeless, lying on the roadside. It was the kind of morning that haunts you, where everything seems like a chain of symbolic warnings.

All of this happened because I had to rush back from the old apartment to the new one. My son needed to leave for work, and I had taken the only key to the gate, locking him in. The stress, the rush, the signs—it all came crashing in on me. I couldn’t help but feel spooked, as if I were jinxed.

But maybe these weren’t just accidents or nightmares or inconveniences. Maybe they were the Universe’s way of shaking me up, of dragging me out of stagnation. Wake-up calls. Reminders. Opportunities cloaked in chaos.

And just as I was contemplating the next step, unsure of how to bring it up, my daughter surprised me. She told me that I should go to Terengganu as soon as Wednesday. That’s tomorrow. I was stunned—not because I hadn’t been planning it, but because I hadn’t found the courage to raise the topic myself. Her support lifted a weight off my chest.

So yes, I will be leaving. As soon as I finish packing and ground myself for the next phase, I’ll be off.

This, perhaps, is what surrender looks like—not as defeat, but as grace in motion.

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