Of the flood and the monsoon

“The rain never stop one!” said my manager indistinctly as he strapped himself on the seat. It has been raining forever since I came to Relai. The roads became soggy and much of the daily operation retarded. Hell!

Last Friday, my manager and I went to Kota Bharu for our final budget discussion at the Renaissance. I was excited of course to be in KB again after my first visit, but that excitement soon died down as I have to be in the discussion room well till the very late hours on Saturday afternoon! Of course we went out for some late supper and breakfast at the Hayaki Kopitiam, but I was so sleepy and exhausted to enjoy the food and err… the people. Hehe...

After much deliberations and cheek slapping in the discussion room, we finally summed it all up and called it a day. And guess what? It was still raining cats and dogs outside. “There goes your Kopok Losong Hidney,” said my manager. I asked him about Kopok Losong when we were on our way to KB, but he couldn’t make any comprehensible explanation to it thus promised to show me what that is after our budget discussion. “I hate monsoon,” he continued.

It was already 5 pm and I was asleep as our red Trooper cut trough the heavy downpour back to Gua Musang. I tried to resist myself from sleeping as I thought that would be shitty rude as my manager was still wide awake and schmoozing about the monsoon. But I guess Pak Man; the driver can accompany him in his unceasing utterance. He always does.

But I soon realised that we were not moving at all after we reached Kuala Krai. We were in a very heavy gridlock. Before us, the flood has been gushing on the road thus making it impossible for the traffic.

“Should we turn back to KB Tuan?” Asked Pak Man.

“Hell no! I rather wait here,” said my manager. I completely understand him you see. It’s been a long day and going back to KB would only mean total suicide.

“Do you think you can do it? I don’t think the flood is high enough,” he soon suggested.

Now that’s total suicide! The road was totally submerged and the flood was flowing profusely. “I think we should wait sir,” I quietly suggested.

He ignored me totally. Perhaps its because of the lack of confidence in my voice. “Go for it!” He announced.

Pak Man briefly looked at me and gave me his sullenest smile ever. “You heard him. Go for it,” I said as I prepared myself for the worst; winding my window down.

I saw some water sipping in trough the door as we move through the flood. At the same instant, the engine started to die down. “Step on it!” My manager and I said simultaneously.

The engine started to hum desperately. I was completely on all fours on my seat, ready to jump out of the moving car should anything happen. A few amazingly-long minutes later, we’ve made it to the other side of the mayhem. I can hear some people cheering us up, perhaps applauding for our stupidity.

“I told you so,” said my manager triumphantly.

And so, I lived to tell you this story…

I’MNOSUPERMAN: Would you obey if your boss asks you to eat the tahi?

Air Babylon

Have you ever gazed onto a group of people at the airport where the girls are displaying some serious swaging actions and the guys are equally sturdy and all of them are wearing some sort airline uniforms? You might be, in the same minute, wishing that you are one of them or befriend with them, to the least. They are the trolley-dollies, the crème de la crème of well seasoned travellers and they live the life of a superstar, well maybe one notch lower than Celine Dion, and get to travel to places we’ve dream of. Admit it or not, we all do. We fantasized about them all the time.

But actually, those are less than perfect true fiction itself. Similarly they are like us, hoping that they never had that kind of life and be a commoner instead, sitting lordly in that First Class section of A380 and be served with top-of-the-rack champagne and scrumptious little edible thing called canapés.

I've been reading Air Babylon by Imogen Edwards-Jones recently and it was all there, the thing that I’ve mentioned earlier; the expose of fascinating life at 35,000 feet above the sea level.

You’ll be very amazed with the amount of information you’ll discover on the otherwise closely-kept trade secrets of the airline industry from this narration of a young Airport Duty Manager, working with a low-budget imaginary airliner based in UK. You can expect some dramas and most definitely some teary laughs along the way as you learn the arcanum behind the check-in counters, random elicit sex happening around the airport’s toilets and the black humours behind the curtains that divides the steerages from the First and Business class.

Once you’ve done with your reading, you will understand why I strongly recommend this book to those who travel a lot. And remember, it pays to be polite and easy with the airline people. You don’t want your steak to be wiped on the toilet’s brim before it actually handed over to you on a 6 hours flight across the Atlantic don’t you? Yeah… think about it.

I’MNOSUPERMAN: Still, I hate turbulence!

It's my notion

Dear anonymous,

You can say what ever you want to say. Go ahead, I won't charge you a penny. After all it's a free world. We have all the possible rights in the world. Go ahead and wank yourself crazy...

Anything that I inked here are totally free of any obligation. My notions are totally mine and I chose to express it in a healthy way through my writings thus creating this online journal. Like I said, its a free world and you shall not be obligated by any of my expression. Nonetheless, you can read and enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and of course you have the option of not reading it and move on with your life. Go ahead...

Hey hey I'm just a human. My shit stinks. I sometime laugh in agony and sometime I shed some tears. I have to admit that I sometime loose myself and bitch. I can't help it. Well, as far as I concerned, no one died so far.

Anyway anonymous, I've said enough. You can either curse me or curse your own self now. But I believe it won't be the later one. Go ahead and I wish you a good life ahead. Be good now...

P/s: Don't worry. I never took you and your angry words seriously. I'm not the broken one. You are...

Yours truly,

(Hopefully your mother)