Emotion: Undescribable
(I want this post to be special and different from my other posts, so I will not add any pictures, music, video or any other form of media, thanks!)
Recently, I went to Beimun XVII held in Beijing, China, as a delegate of the General Assembly 2 committee.
My issues were:
- The role of sustainable development in improving global climate conditions.
- The implementation of macroeconomic policies aimed at promoting international trade and development.
- Facilitating the transition of developing nations into the world economy.
- The role of the United Nations Convention against Corruption and other related documents and protocols on the prevention and combat of corrupt practices with regards to the illegal transfer of assets.
I decided to take a chance and tried main submit a resolution, but in the end, other delegates of MEDCs took control. I was the delegate of Afghanistan, which, as you may all know, is not the most economically developed country. Usually, in a Model United Nations conference, there is debate going on, but Beimun XVII was different. The delegate of St. Lucia and Norway were fighting to get the privilege of main submitting. These arguments are settled through a simple coin toss or rock-paper-scissors; Beimun, no. The two delegates had fought so much that the delegate of Norway started to cry. I was pretty shocked to see someone CRY at a conference, but again, Beimun is different.
Now readers may be wondering, “Why am I suddenly writing about Beimun? ” Well, even though I usually write about things that happen in the Kpop scene, this one is special. Because of all the changes and emotions I felt, I’ve never felt one like this one before…So, to explain what happened…
As you all know, if you read my first entry, you would know that I’m currently in Seoul, South Korea and Beimun was held in Beijing, China. So, I put my phone on roaming and took it to China with me. If you guys don’t know what roaming is, it’s when you set your phone that it’ll work perfectly fine in the country you’re heading too, and of course, the cost becomes more expensive. On the 5th day, which was the last day, of China, everyone went to a HUGE mall, with about 8 building which were about 4 floors high, but each floor was about 4m tall. I went to eat with my friends, then visited a Mac Shop, Dr. Martens and so on. Then, I came into Uni Qlo to try on a pair of pants and when I came out, that’s when it hit me: I didn’t have my phone.
I started to panic and thought I just left it in the change room I used, so I went back but two people were in there together…So, my friend named Peter asked them in Chinese, “Excuse me. Do you see a phone in there?” And I think they understood the question wrongly, since neither of us spoke Chinese fluently. The couple answered “Yes.” in English, so we asked him, “Oh, could you pass down the phone?” and they answered, “No.” And we were both staring at each other going, “Did they just say that they see my phone but wont’ give it to us?”
After the couple came out, Peter asked them again if they saw a phone or had a phone and they said no, but they came out with a basket full of clothes and a bunch of things shoved in as if they were trying to hide something at the bottom of the basket. I started getting suspicious but I coudln’t ask them. We had to go because of our curfew, but I told Peter that I would stay behind and look for my phone. After Peter left, I went to them and asked them in English, “Hey, can I just check your basket in case it dropped in there?” and I pointed at the basket and bent down. When I did, they took the basket and walked to the front desk and they were about to call security, thus, I had to leave. I searched all three floors of the store and went outside and started to panic as tears were pouring down my cheeks. I was running around the whole mall, visiting every store I went to and going through alleys I walked through and checking for a phone, which would be a miracle, if I found it…unfortunately…I didn’t get that miracle to come true.
It was time for curfew, so I went to Starbucks to meet my teacher, as told, and one of the two teachers came with me to look for my phone. He said, “Wait outside for a second, let me talk to Mr. Duncan about the situation for a sec.” When I went outside, I bent down onto the floor and I was drowned in my tears. Then, I realized that I was wasting my time, so I ran to the restaurant where I ate, without telling my teacher. I was in so much panic and shock that it didn’t occur to me that I would have to inform the teacher that I was leaving, but he somehow found me in the restaurant I was at.
Eventually, I had to accept that my phone was lost and all of the memories I had with that phone were now gone. As I rode the taxi back to my hotel, all I did was cry and feel bad fro my parents, who went through so much, and much more than you think, to buy me that phone…
Some people may be thinking why I got so depressed over a phone that was stolen, which I could simply re-buy. Well, there are several reasons why:
1. I had a two year contract and I used only 7 1/2 months of it, so I would need to either, a. not use a phone until it was over, b. pay for the left over amount.
2. It was expensive. The phone had costed a lot of money to buy, and I just lost it, just like that. Until it happens to you, you won’t know how it feels like.
3. I lost all my memories. In my picture albums, picture memo albums, messages and others, I had a great number of memories with friends, myself, and family, and I just lost it all in that second I lost my phone.
4. My mom and I had so many fights about buying this phone for me. I received it as my graduation gift and my mom had told me that it was a waste of money to change it, when I already had a phone that worked perfectly fine. I wanted this phone so badly that I was willing to do anything to get it, of course, nothing illegal. All the stress that my mom received because of me and the hard times she went through, and all of the money she had to spend on me so that I can have the thing I wanted so badly, had been wasted. This was one of the major reasons I had cried and cried, and couldn’t stop.
This lead to me to other thoughts and I just had a long time to think and clear my mind of things I never really thought about before. What was ironic was that, when we were having dinner that day, we were talking about the burden and stress we get from colleges and entering one, and I started thinking about how much my parents are putting in to me so that I can go to a good college and how much of a lack of appreciation I give them. Then, I excused myself to the bathroom and cried there and came back, and I didn’t show my friends that I cried, but they seemed to have noticed something was wrong with me, and they asked me whether I was okay or not, but I just told them that I was, because these problems are problems you need to solve on your own, not have people feel bad for you, which doesn’t solve anything. After thinking about all that, I lose my phone and I was beyond sorry to my parents. I also thought about how, my parents are working so hard everyday and night to earn money so that I could have the privilege of going to the school I am attending now, and I haven’t given them anything back in return. That’s when I realized, “Be sincerely nice to your parents, you owe them more than you think…”
I sent my mom and dad an email explaining what had just happened and how I was always doing stupid things while they are working so hard to give the best for me. They want me to have the best of things and be successful in everything I do, even though I will fail, not at every attempt, but some attempts, I still have to try. That day changed me entirely.
Despite the many words I wrote on this page, I still can’t fully express the feeling I had and the change I went through. I can merely describe how it felt and how it feels now.
March 14th, 2010.
That day was the day I lost so much, but got so much in return. Even though it wasn’t anything tangible, while the things I lost were, I believe, one day, through the intangible things I got in return, I will be able to lay my hands on many more things I never imagined I would.
The final thing I’ll say is…Remember…
Be nice to your parents, you owe them more than you think…