My PRU13

That Friday, we were almost late to catch my flight back to Kedah for PRU13. Heavy evening traffic made it worst and by the time I reached the counter, they announced the flight was full.

I had my booking number & when they checked, our tickets were not confirmed despite the fact that I've made my payment 3 weeks ago. I was so excited with the cheap fare (I booked as soon as the PRU13 date was announced), I failed to realize I didn't received the itinerary email from MAS. No wonder when I tried checking-in through MHmobile by midday, there were some error message!
I felt so bad! It was not my first time travelling, yet I forgot about our common request for duty travels - CONFIRMED tickets!!! 

Anyhow, after half an hour of checking, they confirmed that there was some problems with the Internet Bank Service and I got replacement tickets on the first flight the next day + two meal vouchers of RM 20 each. Ok lah tu janji dapat balik mengundi.

On Saturday there were soooooo many people checking in for domestic flights! Panjang sgt line kat Kastam tu... Semua semangat nak balik kampung mengundi. It took me sometime to reach the gate carrying my baby along. Once seated on-board, I heard an announcement : "Penumpang bernama Nani ******* diminta melaporkan diri anda kepada krew." And that was my dear friend from matriculation! I tried peeking but I didn't manage to see her. I was excited to catch up...

When I reached Alor Setar airport, I called her on the phone trying to locate her. She replied my excitement with a calm voice, "Nani dah check in tadi tapi Nani kena patah balik sebab husband Nani accident. Sekarang Nani kat Shah Alam, nak gerak pergi Hospital Ipoh." I was speechless... trying to find words to say and I ended up saying, "InsyaAllah takde apapa kot, Nani..."

How clueless I actually was.

Sunday's polling day. Sunday night Malaysia went viral with the results. Monday we took return flight to KUL. And it was Tuesday morning when I saw her FB status.

She is indeed a strong person. 

Arwah juga meninggalkan seorang waris lelaki berusia 10 bulan :'(

When I went through her FB page, I noticed some mentioned that he passed away that Saturday morning. That reminds me the fact that I called her late afternoon that Saturday and she sounded completely calm and collected. Ya Allah, bless her.

At the moment when everybody blame each other and curse everything, trying to change things, we sometimes forget that our life can be changed simply by an event planned by The Almighty. 

Al-fatihah.

Cikgu

Hi there. 

I seldom post an entry based on a happening occasion, if you guys have ever noticed - for I feels it is a lil too mainstream for me. :P

But today's a teachers' day - so here's the cliche
'Selamat Hari Guru to all teachers out there'.
I mean it, really. My father was a teacher. But he had banned all of us his children from taking up the profession because it is so damn hard to be a teacher. Like seriously. I believed him all along.
I still do.

I have a story to share.

But it isn't on how hard it is being a teacher.

I think teachers have more right to speak for themselves

on that topic.

It was on my half-journey back to Malaysia on B737 ferry flight last July, where we had an overnight stop in Hawaii. That morning when I went down for breakfast, I sat in front of one of the pilot, Capt Amri. He is in his mid thirties so there's not so much of a generation gap, but we hardly talk the whole week, but we did that morning. And of all question, he asked me, "Dulu sekolah mana?"

I thought I misheard the question and rephrase, "You mean dulu belajar kat mana? UPM."

"Tak... Sekolah. Sekolah."

Oo ok... Erm... pelik kan dah besar2 ni org tanya sekolah mana. Haha. Nevertheless I answered, "Sekolah Sultanah Asma kat Alor Setar." Short silence... "Lepas PMR saya pergi MRSM." I hardly associate myself with MRSM due to some unpleasant experiences.

"MRSM mana?" His eyes lit up.

"Taiping." I answered.

"That makes me your senior!"

WOW. Such a small world. So I started babbling with pastry in my mouth - that he reminded me of one story. "Capt kenal satu cikgu ni tak...? Dia ajar Chemistry. Comel2. Chubby2. Saya tak ingat nama dia..."

"Cikgu Juriah..."

"Yes, Cikgu Juriah." and I continued telling my story excitedly.

Dah lebih 10 tahun, tapi saya paling ingat satu benda ni yang dia cakap kat kitorang. Waktu tu dah dekat SPM. Dia tak ajar kelas kitorang, tapi ada sekali kat dewan, dia cakap "Cikgu tak kisah kamu semua macam mana hari ni. Tak kisah la kamu tak nak masuk kuliah atau malas datang ke kelas atau tak nak buat homework atau malas nak study, atau apa saja. Cikgu tak kisah. Sebab cikgu tahu, satu hari nanti, student-student cikgu akan jadi somebody, and I'll always be proud of you."

*Such unconditional trust.*

Satu benda yang sangat profound dan saya pegang sampai hari ni.

"Ada seorang student cikgu ni, dia masuk exam tak bawak pen... bawak pensel 2 batang. Itu pon ada yang patah dan tumpul. Rubber pon takde. Cikgu yang bagi pinjam. Itulah kenyataan yang jadi beberapa tahun lepas. Tapi... baru-baru ni cikgu naik kapalterbang, bila nak turun, cikgu tengok pilot kapal yang cikgu naik tu, nak menangis cikgu rasa sebab budak itulah yang cikgu pinjamkan pemadam dulu."

Capt Amri smiled and said, "Saya lah tu... She was on my flight from KL to Penang. Menangis dia tengok saya... saya rasa kalau dia tahu saya yang bawa, mungkin dia tak berani naik..." he tried to joke amidst the warm feeling which then continued by a long silence between us. I was teary too.

The story was such an inspiration
and I get to meet the person, coincidentally.
But nothing is coincident.

Indeed the world is getting smaller.

What just happened here...?

Credit

One third of the year gone. Just like that.  Time is moving ever-so-swiftly, or is it just me?


Ya, saya masih ada.
Cuma agak sibuk dengan bisnes juta-juta.  ;P Haha...

Wordless Anniversary ;P

Top 5 Priorities (Roles)

1. Muslimah
2. Wife
3. Mother
4. Family
5. Job 
The list has been occupying my mind for quite sometime now that I need to pen it down somewhere, NOT for the fact that I might forget it, I just do not want the sequence to jumble up  as it has always been. It has to go by the sequence.
1. Muslimah
This will dictate how I live my life, my behaviour towards others and everything around me.

2. Wife
This has fallen short amongst all that is listed, the frequently forgotten and the constant re-shuffling. I still wish I could give my all, but I'm just human...

3. Mother
Think I'm doing good so far ;) Loving it! I know there are things that could have been better but I've done my best. It's doesn't feel like I'm nurturing her, she is the one who's doing the job for me. I'm forever blessed.

4. Family
My nucleus and extended.

5. Job
Yes it pays my bills. And I'm loving it. The job I mean, not the bills-paying... ;P