Monday, June 16, 2014

19/52

"A photograph of what I'm grateful for/my child;
once a week, every week." 


I have a new BFF and her name is ebay... :P

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

22/52

"A photograph of what I'm grateful for/my child;
once a week, every week." 


A380. MH 21 : CDG-KUL

Here I am, 37 000 feet above the ground.
As I'm writing this, a Hospital Pantai cardialogist was sleeping
next to me, my cubicle. I seldom express my gratitude in words
as I find nothing can describe it. But I had just finished watching Indonesian '9 Summers 10 Autumns', I'm so overwhelmed with feelings, I should just capture them in my writing.

Despite the feeling of gratefulness that sometimes wash over me,
I always find myself taking things lightly for they are not my first time... Though a lot of things impressed me, I sometimes crave for the feeling of naivete. The first experience. The first impression. These days, eventhough they're the first of kind, I find myself hardly taking it in like my first times.

I do not want the feeling to fade with time, with experience,
with multiple repetitions. Because the path I'm strolling is not ordinary. I'm impressed. Not with myself. But the path. 
And everything along the path.

We always believe and are grateful that we're the chosen ones.
Out of inconvenient circumstances, we are chosen to represent the credibility of the department. And enjoying the privileges that come with it. To hop continents is one thing, right to experiencing the world through duty travel in business coach FOC.

I've never pictured myself in a corporate world.
I believe I'm not cut for it. It's simply not my thing.
But now I am experiencing the same world under technical capacity. I know this is out of ordinary. Putting your opinion out in a room full of world class aviation technical experts,
talking to them like good old friends, if not your own uncle; attending corporate meetings and dinners with the important people, if not the bosses. How can I not be grateful?

If you told me half a decade ago, I would not believe I'd be doing all these. I was even thinking of changing the course of the path into something totally out of the way as in training or teaching. But I still do train and teach :)

I once saw a primary school friend back home and she was surprised with the field I am in. "Your wish came true," she said. 
I forgot how early I started. I only recall the time the whole class validated my dream to be a pilot before being shot down by one of the best RMAF fighter pilot as I was short-sighted. I was only 15.
I decided to be the aircraft engineer instead.

And my path leads me to it. Allah has written it well. Very well. Perfectly tailored to me. 
He has placed me in the best position of its kind.

I have gotten back my perfect eyesight (other post to follow)
and I'm forever grateful I am not a pilot.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

15/52

"A photograph of what I'm grateful for/my child;
once a week, every week." 


My weekdays retreat.

I've been a bit off-course for quite sometimes after our 3 years indoctrination program to meet ICAO qualification as aircraft inspector, now that I was assigned in certification sub-unit
under engineering. It's a whole different game that I have to unlearn everything and literally change the brain. I began
to doubt myself and became numb. But don't get me wrong,
I enjoy this part of specialisation. I still enjoy playing inspector,
but doing certification blew my mind and I can't help it -
I love it every single time.

But I feel dumb for each new cases I encounter and learn and read
and learn and read and learn. And I got off-course as I read, 'cause my favourite reading materials are articles/blogs/short stories.
Not certification standards.

So I decided that I calculate my daily salary and work to the value of what I'm getting paid for, or perform more so that the barakah will materialize in other forms. It's a way to keep myself on track.

And last week, I was 'playing' inspector and was offered
a job and double the current salary.
I just laughed it off. And shrugged it off.
They must be kidding.

I know what I'm currently getting is much less as compared to what the industry is paying; but considering all the things I'm getting : cool colleagues, harmonious working environment, diverse scopes of  knowledge and experiences, paid duty travels, conveniences (it only takes me 10 minutes drive to the office.
I keluar rumah 8.10 AM and punch in before 8.30 AM!) etc etc,
no extra money in the world would be able to buy that!

Then it struck me.
Allah is showing me that I'm getting more out of this! More than just daily salary - that if I were to be paid double the money,
it will still not equate to the total value of things I'm getting.


Ya Rahman Ya Rahim.
Help me diligently serve the country.

Monday, April 7, 2014

14/52

"A photograph of what I'm grateful for/my child;
once a week, every week." 


The best part about decluttering is finding all the cool things
 you never thought you had!

And those extra space you make
and how clean it feels in the end.

Monday, March 31, 2014

13/52

"A photograph of what I'm grateful for/my child;
once a week, every week." 


When that someone hug you so tight,
all your broken pieces will stick back together.

So he left yet again...
Yes, I'm saying he's back then he's gone.

I'd say when he returned last fortnight, I wanted him all for myself. It's like he's gotta make up for all the lost time we've been away. Two and a half month with 4 days break in between,
I don't think I can tolerate longer than that.
So please say never to offshore jobs, syg PLEASE.

But who am I kidding. He's been away from everybody
and he's gotta make up for everything! In a mere 10 days.

I wanted to fill it up with good ol' 'quality time'
but there were too many things and too little time.
Tried squeezing in things each and everyday left us (ehem me)
with huge brimming bubble of frustation... that popped couple of times with downpour of tears for absolutely ridiculous reasons. Ngeee.

But he fixed it with ice cream treat, all ears to a long
deep conversation by the roadside.
He just knows his wife too well and I'm all cured.

He's just away and he's not around.
That - does not make him absent.