the sun daily today published clearly that Datuk Azalina must go depsite of the questions she is facing. frankly, i have nothing against her, i am not a fan of her, neither she was a cause to my wrath. but what surprises me was the reason why the article was published. under the article gracious exit will do, i am quite surprised how blunt the article was alluding to her. despite of malaysian’s norm that being blunt is rude, i somehow applaud the publisher that sometimes malaysians needed to be treated bluntly, though it may sound provocating, but no matter how sour reality may brings, it must be sent across.

speaking of gracious, i was on flight to kota bahru today when i reached to my seat, there was a couple already seated on my seat. so i politely said, will u excuse me, i’d like to come in for my seat.

the husband ungraciously replied, owh, we are travelling with a baby, it was the baby who wanted to seat there….u duduk situ je lah….

the baby dont even know how to talk….my goodness….

it would very much relieved if he could just say that he wished to have my seat instead, rather than using such a lame reason. it was not an issue if he cud just say that he wanted a window seat. and worst, dia pulak pandai-pandai arrange the new seat for me….

i abide, and i said nothing of course . neither he said thank you.

not that i wanted to be felt appreciated, but courtesy would be nice. after all he didnt even ask if it was ok to have my seat, thank u will be the least he could say. unfortunately, he did neither of them.

this is what we call, first class facility, third class mentality….but its ok…eventhough u didnt ask me, u can take my seat.

Maulidur rasul marked not only being the day for nabi muhammad but it also marked as the day my grandmother passed away. of course, i know by the fact that every soul breathe will end its breath one fine day. but when the day really hits it’ll stir!

i was brought up by her when i was a child. she was very adamant and strict. being a child, i hated her so much as she is the permanent figure that will hinders me from playing in my neighbour’s place. along the way, as i grew up, i tend to be as close to her. compare to my mum, she was my steady defender regardless am right or wrong.

i knew by the fact that we shall not take things for granted, therefore, we shall appreciate what we have before losing them. i knew it too, but when it comes to reality, it never turned out to be not as impeccable as my theory.

i always wished i cud balik to her kampung most of my weekend, being married, having children and friends as such, i tend to forget what was my promises. now, when she’s gone, i regretted so much for not paying so much attention to her like the old days. i took so much for granted that she will be back home safely, and healthy. didnt ever crossed my mind that it cud be her last day. i took for granted that she will always be there for me, whilst me, on the other hand, stayed oblivious.

there is no words that cud make up my despair. Though i knew Al fatihah is the best gift i cud ever offere her, i am still caught with that feeling, that i wish i cud have a little more time with her, just to tell her, how much she means the world to me.