Sigh! This is such a hazy days, not in-terms of air pollution though. A lots of things can be brought into this journal, it’s seems such a week full of surprises and adventures. Do you mind scrolling down if you eager to know what?
Firstly, let me talk about a mud-flood happen on last Friday, which is 5th November. It seemed not quite disaster to me, everyone is having fun with water (a contradiction of a real situation here in Shah Alam) since water is so much expensive nowadays. The flood started too fast people don’t even realized their car have been submerged in creamy yellowish mud. No one ever expected that this elite city of Shah Alam would ever be touch from flood. I can see quite a situation here from Pangasapuri Perdana, I saw the water is raising and all the vehicle’s owner worried about theirs. Those residents who live at the ground floor of apartment started to pack their things and pray saying "Not now my dear God! Not in this coming Deepa-Raya! What will my relative say about my mud covered house then! Maybe I can’t afford to repaint my house, but mud? It’s not even in a Dulux catalogue!" My friends and I was calculating how much those people would have to pay for mechanics. There goes the Benz, Protons, Kancils and motorcycles. Guess they will have to buy ticket for Raya since their car no longer functioning. Swoosh! Swoosh! The owner’s of Satria scoop out the mud from inside the car he can’t even wipes his tears. It’s such a tragedy, more like an experience to me. I don’t intend to make fun of those people, I don’t laugh. I swear I don’t… okay maybe I giggle a bit but I can’t help it.
Secondly, a homecoming tragedy. Again it is not such a tragedy to me, but it is to my mom. On 8th November, I was traveling home via MAS airplane specifically Boeing 747 flight MH2626 to Kota Kinabalu, Sabah. The flight was expected to departed at 10.00 p.m. but it was delayed to 11 something. After almost two hours, I heard an announcement telling that Kota Kinabalu International Airport is closed due to Air Asia accident last Sunday on it’s way to land. Sounds scary huh? But to your surprise no one dead. So the flight have to further it’s journey for the next 30 minutes to land on Labuan Airport at 1.34 a.m. Once landed, we have to wait almost 3 hours before the airport staff decided to give us the PTAM (Passenger Transportation, Accommodation & Meal) coupon. Again we have to wait in a line for about an hour. Luckily we are not the only passengers involved in this tragedy, there is two more domestic flight and one international flight.
I was flattered to see my old buddy who is one of Malaysian Idols contestant Rydiana Rahim or so-called Rydee. She is my friend’s sister and we are quite close. At first, I don’t realize about her before she come and greet me. To my surprise, she was in the same flight with me and she is with Nikki the other MI contestant. Nikki is so ‘sombong’ and says no words instead of her stressful face so I ignore her and talk to Rydee. She told me about her experience being chased by a crazy fan once she is in Concorde Hotel. Rydee told me that that fanatic fan wanted to stay in her room; she even came knocking to her room. To my surprise that fan was a girl wearing tudung acting out of control. Rydee was so freaked out and I can sense her fear through her eyes. Once I get the coupon, (meaning your transportation, accommodation and meal is fully paid by the responsible company, in this case Air Asia) I took taxi to Mariner Hotel. There, I was so exhausted I miss sahur so I just took a bath and sleep. Before I sleep, I call the reception counter to wake me up once the flight confirmed.
From the time I landed on Labuan Airport to the day I have to departed to Kota Kinabalu, my mum have called me about 12 times I can’t even have a good sleep. She was so worried she can’t even sleep too. So it’s fair right? I can’t blame her for being like that; it’s just her. The woman that I know since I was born ‘til now. It was a mother-nature, a motherhood instinct. Finally at 3.35 p.m. on 9th November, I was finally home after a long wait. My mum was so happy that she rushed home after doing some shopping for Hari Raya. Still have time for shopping even when she is worry. Maybe for some distraction from her worry. She questioned me everything and paid attention to details. She wanted to make sure I was not traumatized by that tragedy. Traumatized? I can even picture my pleasant experience staying alone at 3 star hotel, why should I be traumatized? I’m not the one in that Air Asia plane which involved that accident.
Well, I am so sleepy that my mind blocked. I can’t think of anything else to write about. Pardon me Miss Shima for my broken grammar. I know you don’t mind bout’ it right? So I think I better end my writing here. Got sore eyes and shortened breath (meaning I was extremely tired). Got to go! Zzzzzzz!
Firstly, let me talk about a mud-flood happen on last Friday, which is 5th November. It seemed not quite disaster to me, everyone is having fun with water (a contradiction of a real situation here in Shah Alam) since water is so much expensive nowadays. The flood started too fast people don’t even realized their car have been submerged in creamy yellowish mud. No one ever expected that this elite city of Shah Alam would ever be touch from flood. I can see quite a situation here from Pangasapuri Perdana, I saw the water is raising and all the vehicle’s owner worried about theirs. Those residents who live at the ground floor of apartment started to pack their things and pray saying "Not now my dear God! Not in this coming Deepa-Raya! What will my relative say about my mud covered house then! Maybe I can’t afford to repaint my house, but mud? It’s not even in a Dulux catalogue!" My friends and I was calculating how much those people would have to pay for mechanics. There goes the Benz, Protons, Kancils and motorcycles. Guess they will have to buy ticket for Raya since their car no longer functioning. Swoosh! Swoosh! The owner’s of Satria scoop out the mud from inside the car he can’t even wipes his tears. It’s such a tragedy, more like an experience to me. I don’t intend to make fun of those people, I don’t laugh. I swear I don’t… okay maybe I giggle a bit but I can’t help it.
Secondly, a homecoming tragedy. Again it is not such a tragedy to me, but it is to my mom. On 8th November, I was traveling home via MAS airplane specifically Boeing 747 flight MH2626 to Kota Kinabalu, Sabah. The flight was expected to departed at 10.00 p.m. but it was delayed to 11 something. After almost two hours, I heard an announcement telling that Kota Kinabalu International Airport is closed due to Air Asia accident last Sunday on it’s way to land. Sounds scary huh? But to your surprise no one dead. So the flight have to further it’s journey for the next 30 minutes to land on Labuan Airport at 1.34 a.m. Once landed, we have to wait almost 3 hours before the airport staff decided to give us the PTAM (Passenger Transportation, Accommodation & Meal) coupon. Again we have to wait in a line for about an hour. Luckily we are not the only passengers involved in this tragedy, there is two more domestic flight and one international flight.
I was flattered to see my old buddy who is one of Malaysian Idols contestant Rydiana Rahim or so-called Rydee. She is my friend’s sister and we are quite close. At first, I don’t realize about her before she come and greet me. To my surprise, she was in the same flight with me and she is with Nikki the other MI contestant. Nikki is so ‘sombong’ and says no words instead of her stressful face so I ignore her and talk to Rydee. She told me about her experience being chased by a crazy fan once she is in Concorde Hotel. Rydee told me that that fanatic fan wanted to stay in her room; she even came knocking to her room. To my surprise that fan was a girl wearing tudung acting out of control. Rydee was so freaked out and I can sense her fear through her eyes. Once I get the coupon, (meaning your transportation, accommodation and meal is fully paid by the responsible company, in this case Air Asia) I took taxi to Mariner Hotel. There, I was so exhausted I miss sahur so I just took a bath and sleep. Before I sleep, I call the reception counter to wake me up once the flight confirmed.
From the time I landed on Labuan Airport to the day I have to departed to Kota Kinabalu, my mum have called me about 12 times I can’t even have a good sleep. She was so worried she can’t even sleep too. So it’s fair right? I can’t blame her for being like that; it’s just her. The woman that I know since I was born ‘til now. It was a mother-nature, a motherhood instinct. Finally at 3.35 p.m. on 9th November, I was finally home after a long wait. My mum was so happy that she rushed home after doing some shopping for Hari Raya. Still have time for shopping even when she is worry. Maybe for some distraction from her worry. She questioned me everything and paid attention to details. She wanted to make sure I was not traumatized by that tragedy. Traumatized? I can even picture my pleasant experience staying alone at 3 star hotel, why should I be traumatized? I’m not the one in that Air Asia plane which involved that accident.
Well, I am so sleepy that my mind blocked. I can’t think of anything else to write about. Pardon me Miss Shima for my broken grammar. I know you don’t mind bout’ it right? So I think I better end my writing here. Got sore eyes and shortened breath (meaning I was extremely tired). Got to go! Zzzzzzz!
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