Assalamualaikum.
Being a student who will be graduating soon, InsyaAllah, I am stuck in a road branching to two paths;
a) pursue a higher education
b) get a job
As the requirement to elevate myself in terms of knowledge is not on par with how my CGPA reads, I chose to settle with the 2nd choice, and Alhamdulillah I have secured a job not too far from my parent's home, which is lucky because I won't be paying rent and bills and I can do some saving from there.
Or so I thought.
You see, my parents are hmm how do I describe them? Conventional but requires high maintenance? Hmm still sounded wrong. But read along and let's see how does it go and hope that I can figure out what they are, eventually.
I update my parents about how my life is going like, consistently. Sometimes we Skype way past normal people, like 6 hours or more, 10% of it is for conversing normally but the remaining is usually for just watching them watch the television.
So they knew about my interviews and when I told them I was offered a job, they, like how parents all over the world would, happy about it. And I was ecstatic, for already having a job long before I graduated.
And then they asked about my salary.
So I told them it's not much, but for a fresh graduate, that sum of money is pretty standard (or so I thought). It is my first job, my first experience in the career world, so I don't mind much about the pay. I just want to get to know the 'real world' and enjoy what I get from my hard work. A friend of mine said, 'It's your first job, don't be so picky about it'. And I don't.
But my parents does.
Instead of being grateful that I will take shelter under their wings WITH money in my hands, and that I am DOING something instead of fooling around and devour all their belongings, they dismissed me by saying how not relevant it is that I am getting that much during this time because that amount equals to the standard starting salary 10 years ago.
I can get more, with my oversea degree and my qualifications, they said.
The thing is, I have an elder brother who is the most successful among us 5 siblings. He has a half a million worth house in the center of KK, own 4 cars (two of them are Audi), an executive in a well-known company, and a 5-digit salary. He's 40+ years old and had worked for half of his life.
And they compared me to him when the only similarity that we have is that he is currently holding the same degree as what I am currently pursuing. This is so one-sided that the amount of prejudice in this matter is inexplicable.
Like all parents, they want the best for us. They want us to achieve more than what the get. They want us to be more successful and won't have to endure all the hardships that they have been through. I acknowledge that and I am thankful for what they have done to me just to get me to where I am now.
That is why they expect the highest from me.
But I want it to be a two-way kind relationship. I want their support in everything I do. Instead of bashing me to make me go further, I also want the occasional nod of them being proud for what I have achieved so that when I am taking another big step and turn around for encouragement, I can still see them smiling at me with pride, ushering me to go on and do what I want to do best.
And maybe, just maybe, by seeing that scene, taking a leap won't even be a problem to me.
Wednesday
Sunday
Aneh di tengah2 kebiasaan.
Assalamualaikum.
Pada suatu hari, aku dan teman sepengajian mengambil kata putus untuk melarikan diri dari kelesuan makmal dan berlibur kayak cuti musim panas sudah bermula.
Sudahnya kami ke pantai.
Mereka dengan seluar paras lutut bersahaja.
Mereka dengan bikini bertelanjang bersahaja.
Mereka berjemur sinaran UV membaca buku bersahaja.
Ceritanya, sedang berborak rancak sambil menjilat aiskrim di tengah panas yang melelahkan, tidak semena melarat hingga ke bab aku bertudung, setelah salah seorang daripada mereka berkata;
Ini kan musim panas?
Sudah penat aku menafi dalam persoalan mereka mengenai efek suhu persekitaran yang terangterangan menjadi lebih tinggi dengan pakaian yang aku kenakan.
Sudah penat aku mendengar mereka mengomel [Panas..Panas..] sambil mengibas sana mengipas sini padahal memakai baju senipis kulit bawang.
Sudah penat aku menolak cadangan mereka untuk mencuba berlengan pendek atau berskirt paras lutut bagi mengadaptasikan diriku dengan cuaca yang membahang.
Inikan musim panas?
Alahai, cuma sahaja kalau kau tahu.
Dan sampai sehingga ke bahagian yang paling aku gerunkan. Mereka bertanya perihal rambut ku. Panjangkah? Pendekkkah?
Lalu aku bermain dengan neuron mereka, sekadar menunda masa, untuk aku mencari jawaban yang sesuai.
Kau pikir bagaimana?
Umm. Panjang. Kerana kerudungmu panjang jadi imejku terhadapmu begitu.
Aku kalut.
Kalau aku katakan aku botak? Kau percaya?
Eh?? Ye ke? Jadi semua yang bertudung itu botak?
Tidak. Aku bergurau sahaja.
Dan aku melepaskan tawa yang kecil, dengan harapan semoga dilupakan sahaja persoalan itu.
Jadi yang benarnya bagaimana?
Ah. Celaka kau. Masih belum berinjak dari situ.
Haaa. Perasaan ingin tahumu membuak2 bukan? Jawapannya. Rahsia.
Jadi kau tidak boleh bagitahu informasi sebegitu?
Boleh. Tapi hanya kepada keluargaku, suamiku, gadis yang seagama dengan ku. Tapi jikalau gadis yang sepertimu, dia harus berjanji tidak akan memberitahumu, kerana nanti rahsia itu terbongkar. Ini ketetapan dari agamaku.
Salah seorang berpendapat;
Sama ada pujian atau perlian, aku tidak tahu. Pedulikan
Terharu.
Kerana aku terdidik untuk merasa izzah (baca:bangga) dengan agamaku, kerana ini sahaja yang akan kubawa selepas usiaku berakhir.
Kalau orang luar bisa menampakkan aku seperti itu, Alhamdulillah. Jangan kau biar aku lari dari jalan yang lurus ini Ya Tuhan.
Padahal aku rasa diri ini masih jauh, tetapi seolah-olah Dia mengingatkan aku pada hari yang terik itu,
"Jangan peduli mereka melihat kau yang aneh2, Aku melihatmu apa adanya.Nah, aku ilhamkan dia ini untuk menyatakan kepadamu"
Kerana
Sebak. Terima kasih Tuhan.
Dan aku boleh sahaja memberi mereka perumpamaan, gulagula yang tertutup dan gulagula yang terbiarterbuka, mana satu yang akan kau ambil dari tanganku?
Kerana hadiah yang terbuka itu jelas milik orang lain, kau tentu akan memilih yang masih elok berbungkus bukan? Kerana eksaitmen menerima hadiah itu lahir daripada dua situasi, perasaan semasa mencarik robek hadiah yang dibungkus rapi, dan perasaan mengetahui jawapan disebalik lapisan opaque tadi. Jawapannye terserah sama ada kau suka atau tidak, puas atau kecewa. Yang penting perasaan yang mendatangkan rama2 berterbangan mengisi perut, bukan?
Tapi tidak. Kerana aku tahu manusia sepertinya tidak suka bila dirinya diibaratkan sebarangan. Kerana ego mereka tinggi, dan mereka rasa dirinya sudah serbaserbi cukup.
Aku harus mencari kaedah lain.
Ya, itu mesti. Dalam tempoh yang berbaki sedikit ini. Mudahmudahan dengan izin Allah, mungkin bukan tempiasnya dari aku, mungkin daripada orang lain, tetapi takkan ku berhenti berdoa kepadanya untuk tetapkan pasakku padaNya, dan memberi kamu dan kamu dan kamu hidayahNya.
Pada suatu hari, aku dan teman sepengajian mengambil kata putus untuk melarikan diri dari kelesuan makmal dan berlibur kayak cuti musim panas sudah bermula.
Sudahnya kami ke pantai.
Mereka dengan seluar paras lutut bersahaja.
Mereka dengan bikini bertelanjang bersahaja.
Mereka berjemur sinaran UV membaca buku bersahaja.
Ceritanya, sedang berborak rancak sambil menjilat aiskrim di tengah panas yang melelahkan, tidak semena melarat hingga ke bab aku bertudung, setelah salah seorang daripada mereka berkata;
「みんな珍しく二サを見る」Kerana seorang perempuan itu obvious dipandang lain pabila kau menutup rapat tubuhmu di lapangan kelompok yang dengan jelas lebih selesa dalam kenuditian.
-semua tengok Nisa dengan aneh2-
Ini kan musim panas?
Sudah penat aku menafi dalam persoalan mereka mengenai efek suhu persekitaran yang terangterangan menjadi lebih tinggi dengan pakaian yang aku kenakan.
Sudah penat aku mendengar mereka mengomel [Panas..Panas..] sambil mengibas sana mengipas sini padahal memakai baju senipis kulit bawang.
Sudah penat aku menolak cadangan mereka untuk mencuba berlengan pendek atau berskirt paras lutut bagi mengadaptasikan diriku dengan cuaca yang membahang.
Inikan musim panas?
Alahai, cuma sahaja kalau kau tahu.
Dan sampai sehingga ke bahagian yang paling aku gerunkan. Mereka bertanya perihal rambut ku. Panjangkah? Pendekkkah?
Lalu aku bermain dengan neuron mereka, sekadar menunda masa, untuk aku mencari jawaban yang sesuai.
Kau pikir bagaimana?
Umm. Panjang. Kerana kerudungmu panjang jadi imejku terhadapmu begitu.
Aku kalut.
Kalau aku katakan aku botak? Kau percaya?
Eh?? Ye ke? Jadi semua yang bertudung itu botak?
Tidak. Aku bergurau sahaja.
Dan aku melepaskan tawa yang kecil, dengan harapan semoga dilupakan sahaja persoalan itu.
Jadi yang benarnya bagaimana?
Ah. Celaka kau. Masih belum berinjak dari situ.
Haaa. Perasaan ingin tahumu membuak2 bukan? Jawapannya. Rahsia.
Jadi kau tidak boleh bagitahu informasi sebegitu?
Boleh. Tapi hanya kepada keluargaku, suamiku, gadis yang seagama dengan ku. Tapi jikalau gadis yang sepertimu, dia harus berjanji tidak akan memberitahumu, kerana nanti rahsia itu terbongkar. Ini ketetapan dari agamaku.
Salah seorang berpendapat;
「二サは宗教力強いね。」Terdiam.
-Nisa ni sangat menjaga agama ek-
Sama ada pujian atau perlian, aku tidak tahu. Pedulikan
Terharu.
Kerana aku terdidik untuk merasa izzah (baca:bangga) dengan agamaku, kerana ini sahaja yang akan kubawa selepas usiaku berakhir.
Kalau orang luar bisa menampakkan aku seperti itu, Alhamdulillah. Jangan kau biar aku lari dari jalan yang lurus ini Ya Tuhan.
Padahal aku rasa diri ini masih jauh, tetapi seolah-olah Dia mengingatkan aku pada hari yang terik itu,
"Jangan peduli mereka melihat kau yang aneh2, Aku melihatmu apa adanya.Nah, aku ilhamkan dia ini untuk menyatakan kepadamu"
Kerana
Kau janjikan begitu, bukan?'Islam itu datang dalam keadaan asing, dan ia akan kembali dalam keadaan asing, maka beruntunglah orangorang yang terasing itu'-Hadis Riwayat Muslim-
Sebak. Terima kasih Tuhan.
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Kerana hadiah yang terbuka itu jelas milik orang lain, kau tentu akan memilih yang masih elok berbungkus bukan? Kerana eksaitmen menerima hadiah itu lahir daripada dua situasi, perasaan semasa mencarik robek hadiah yang dibungkus rapi, dan perasaan mengetahui jawapan disebalik lapisan opaque tadi. Jawapannye terserah sama ada kau suka atau tidak, puas atau kecewa. Yang penting perasaan yang mendatangkan rama2 berterbangan mengisi perut, bukan?
Tapi tidak. Kerana aku tahu manusia sepertinya tidak suka bila dirinya diibaratkan sebarangan. Kerana ego mereka tinggi, dan mereka rasa dirinya sudah serbaserbi cukup.
Aku harus mencari kaedah lain.
Ya, itu mesti. Dalam tempoh yang berbaki sedikit ini. Mudahmudahan dengan izin Allah, mungkin bukan tempiasnya dari aku, mungkin daripada orang lain, tetapi takkan ku berhenti berdoa kepadanya untuk tetapkan pasakku padaNya, dan memberi kamu dan kamu dan kamu hidayahNya.
Monday
Watertight vessel.
Assalamualaikum.
I clearly don't know how to describe how I am very much agree with this thought, but then, I remembered about a Japanese proverb which goes like this, "Everyone carries two faces in their whole life, one for showing it to other people, and one is for themselves."
And I was like, the saying about 'two face person' actually applies to everyone.
Being out and about, meeting people in parties or posting pictures in social media, doesn't always shows the true form of you. You dress up well, all those out-of-date attires goes to welfare or end up as trash; poses in front of the camera, the once you like goes public, the ones you hate ends up deleted. If life is Facebook then whatever you show people is for the sake of receiving 'likes' from them. Even better if the amount of people who have 'seen' your status is directly proportional to the amount of 'likes' that you get.
Then being at home all alone, in your worn out t-shirt and weeks of unwashed pants, eating lasagna out of the fridge without bother heating it, hair undone, without caring anything about how indecent you are right now, sits in front of your laptop absorbing yourself in those social sites. Scrolling.. Judging.. Scrolling..
You appeared to people in how they wanted to see you. Not how you wanted them to know you.
But then again, if you were asked, how well did you know yourself? The correct way to answer this question is by asking your close friends what did they think about yourself. Because you don't realized how do you actmost of the time all of the time and you don't always see yourself. Your emotions your behavior your face your body languages... And it is unfair. For the fact that you cannot judge yourself but others can, and for the fact that you yourself doesn't even know who you are. But isn't that what we always do nowadays? Judging people instead of judging ourselves, thinking that yourself is far more exceptional yada yada yada. That is because we don't even know ourselves well and we don't see ourselves well.
Fun fact: One person who will never see you in person is yourself. The mirror is just a reflecting tool and you just see an image of yourself, not the real you.
Somehow, using I is no longer justifiable. i seems more reasonable.
So when one of those time comes, the unwanted moment i.e tragedy or disaster, one will surely breaks down, and that is the time we know about their true colors. Like the watertight vessel metaphor, once it starts to crack the ends become inevitable. And when you also suffers a crack, then everything comes in and out simultaneously, like an exchange of water or air, balancing each other to stay afloat. You me and i you. We started to share stories, information, mostly honesty rather than fibbing. We see each other in our best and worst days and that is when we see face-to-face.
That is when we don't care about the world anymore. It is just us against the world.
"Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And these things happen - these people leave us, or don't love us, or don't get us, or we don't get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack open in places. And I mean, yeah, once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. Once it starts to rain inside Osprey, it will never be remodeled. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And it's only in that time that we can see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out."
- an excerpt from [Paper Towns] by John Green, a book that I read recently,When I came across this part, it hits me like, maybe the moment when Archimedes shouted "Eureka!" when he determined the purity of gold, or when I cursed in Greek for realizing I haven't paid the monthly bill and it is waaay past the allocated time.
I clearly don't know how to describe how I am very much agree with this thought, but then, I remembered about a Japanese proverb which goes like this, "Everyone carries two faces in their whole life, one for showing it to other people, and one is for themselves."
And I was like, the saying about 'two face person' actually applies to everyone.
Being out and about, meeting people in parties or posting pictures in social media, doesn't always shows the true form of you. You dress up well, all those out-of-date attires goes to welfare or end up as trash; poses in front of the camera, the once you like goes public, the ones you hate ends up deleted. If life is Facebook then whatever you show people is for the sake of receiving 'likes' from them. Even better if the amount of people who have 'seen' your status is directly proportional to the amount of 'likes' that you get.
Then being at home all alone, in your worn out t-shirt and weeks of unwashed pants, eating lasagna out of the fridge without bother heating it, hair undone, without caring anything about how indecent you are right now, sits in front of your laptop absorbing yourself in those social sites. Scrolling.. Judging.. Scrolling..
You appeared to people in how they wanted to see you. Not how you wanted them to know you.
But then again, if you were asked, how well did you know yourself? The correct way to answer this question is by asking your close friends what did they think about yourself. Because you don't realized how do you act
Fun fact: One person who will never see you in person is yourself. The mirror is just a reflecting tool and you just see an image of yourself, not the real you.
Somehow, using I is no longer justifiable. i seems more reasonable.
So when one of those time comes, the unwanted moment i.e tragedy or disaster, one will surely breaks down, and that is the time we know about their true colors. Like the watertight vessel metaphor, once it starts to crack the ends become inevitable. And when you also suffers a crack, then everything comes in and out simultaneously, like an exchange of water or air, balancing each other to stay afloat. You me and i you. We started to share stories, information, mostly honesty rather than fibbing. We see each other in our best and worst days and that is when we see face-to-face.
That is when we don't care about the world anymore. It is just us against the world.
Wednesday
5 years of Hallucination.
Assalamualaikum.
Here I am having so much to ramble about, but, being those introvert-ish one makes it hard for me to smoothly voice out all my thoughts because there are so many things piled up in my head and while being a bit of a hoarder myself, tidying and organizing are not my best values. And yes, those applies to the thoughts in your head too. That is why I cannot be a speaker, or debater, or much less a teacher because words that formed in my mind evaporates as soon as it reached my lips.
Phew. That was quite a mumble jumble.
So, my high school friends held a mini-reunion just recently in the spirit of celebrating Ramadhan together and to reminisce the fond memories we had during the 5 years period of us staying there. Yes, it is a boarding school and yes, they stayed overnight there. And yes, I cannot join them.
Funny thing was, when I was a student there I was so occupied with the thought of being held in a prison (quite a comfy prison); sometimes I pretended that all of us are living in an asylum but having to be injected with hallucination, we are trained to imagine that we are having classes and all sorts of activity to pass the day. It become more obvious with all the strict rules and regulations, sometimes-a-little-bit scary wardens, 2 layers of fences with piercing thorny-thing, and numerous rounding from the security guards. (maybe I'm the only sane person there) But most of the times, I pretended that I am a character in Harry Potter, and that place is Hogwarts; scratch that, more to Beaubaxtons (because it's a girl school) because we have this 4 houses and it was like Cold War before the Quidditch [read: Sports Day], and I hated it. The house spirit is so frightening that I pretended to be in high house spirit most of the time, just to save my own neck. Oooh yes. The merit and demerit thing makes it more like HP series. I don't remember which one do I score most. Guys, I grew up with HP stories. In fact, we grew up together but in a different time zone and I guess that what makes my living there a bit bearable.
So the thought of going back and reliving the memoir of the school after I managed to escape, (yep, escape. not graduate) (after excruciatingly planning the break for 5 years) had never occurred to me before. Yes, if you are coming to visit someone you know that that is plausible. You're visiting someone (a sane one, just as I am so I can pass down the prison-break secret), not reminiscing something. To the seniors who came back and spend the Ramadhan there during my staying there, I highly apologized because there is not a single pleasant thoughts that came across my mind at that moment. You girls had had your freedom, why waste it by coming back here? You can munch on all the scrumptious food outside, why did you still want to take a bite from this slightly-ok food? Whyy oh whyy. ( I was such an ungrateful b-word at that time)
The matrons, and the wardens [read: teachers] always told us that we might hate the lifestyle we had in there, but once we got out, we will miss it and will surely wanted to come back to experience it once more.
I was like, no mam, that is a lie you made up just to make us feel good about ourselves. There is no way will I want to go back to this living hell.
Boy I was right. And wrong at the same time.
You see, all the years of pretending, have somehow backfired. Unknowingly I have become somehow accustomed to those routines that I have been told to practiced every single day for those lengthy years. My house colour, which I hated before, had slowly become the shades that surrounded my environment, I used more product now compared to the day where I was in the slimy-kid [read: budak hingusan] phase, and I will solemnly swear that after all this year, I have always been a high house spirit person, always. {quoted from Professor Snape}
About coming back to school, now that I have figured out that the insane one was probably just me, I have reached to a feeling that yes, fellow matrons and wardens, you are correct by saying that I will want to come back and do it all over again. But, I would love to do it all over again with my dear Orions. For that case, a thousand times yes.
I once asked a senior, what makes her strong enough to live there until she reached her final year? "Friends."
A short, and sweet (and a little bit cheesy) answer but now that I looked back, HP was just a story and it just happened in my mind. What makes it bearable, really,are those people who gather around you when you are down, a simple gesture like holding your hands when you are nearly on the edge of giving up and wanted to drop out of school, offers you a hug when you reeeaaaallyyy needed one, and occasionally a surprise hug when you least expecting it, make the joke of the day when you nearly gulp down pills because the day is so stagnant, gave immature advice when you had a bad day, pulls you up and run along with you when you really wanted to drop a few pounds, scolded you like a mom when you did something hasty, laugh at your impossible attempts at making stupid things, cry together, sleep together, play together, shout at each other, .... the lists are endless. But those are the people. Friends.
And the senior was absolutely right.
And Ramadhan, Ramadhan, Ramadhan is near to its end. And by saying that, imagine finding a perfect drop of rain from a heavy downpour; that is how all of us want to find that glimmer of a night worth a thousand nights. So change your 'Ibadah gear to gear 5, (or gear D if your're the auto person), and may Allah guide us to his grace by letting us meet Laylatul Qadr. Amin.
Here I am having so much to ramble about, but, being those introvert-ish one makes it hard for me to smoothly voice out all my thoughts because there are so many things piled up in my head and while being a bit of a hoarder myself, tidying and organizing are not my best values. And yes, those applies to the thoughts in your head too. That is why I cannot be a speaker, or debater, or much less a teacher because words that formed in my mind evaporates as soon as it reached my lips.
Phew. That was quite a mumble jumble.
So, my high school friends held a mini-reunion just recently in the spirit of celebrating Ramadhan together and to reminisce the fond memories we had during the 5 years period of us staying there. Yes, it is a boarding school and yes, they stayed overnight there. And yes, I cannot join them.
Funny thing was, when I was a student there I was so occupied with the thought of being held in a prison (quite a comfy prison); sometimes I pretended that all of us are living in an asylum but having to be injected with hallucination, we are trained to imagine that we are having classes and all sorts of activity to pass the day. It become more obvious with all the strict rules and regulations, sometimes-a-little-bit scary wardens, 2 layers of fences with piercing thorny-thing, and numerous rounding from the security guards. (maybe I'm the only sane person there) But most of the times, I pretended that I am a character in Harry Potter, and that place is Hogwarts; scratch that, more to Beaubaxtons (because it's a girl school) because we have this 4 houses and it was like Cold War before the Quidditch [read: Sports Day], and I hated it. The house spirit is so frightening that I pretended to be in high house spirit most of the time, just to save my own neck. Oooh yes. The merit and demerit thing makes it more like HP series. I don't remember which one do I score most. Guys, I grew up with HP stories. In fact, we grew up together but in a different time zone and I guess that what makes my living there a bit bearable.
So the thought of going back and reliving the memoir of the school after I managed to escape, (yep, escape. not graduate) (after excruciatingly planning the break for 5 years) had never occurred to me before. Yes, if you are coming to visit someone you know that that is plausible. You're visiting someone (a sane one, just as I am so I can pass down the prison-break secret), not reminiscing something. To the seniors who came back and spend the Ramadhan there during my staying there, I highly apologized because there is not a single pleasant thoughts that came across my mind at that moment. You girls had had your freedom, why waste it by coming back here? You can munch on all the scrumptious food outside, why did you still want to take a bite from this slightly-ok food? Whyy oh whyy. ( I was such an ungrateful b-word at that time)
The matrons, and the wardens [read: teachers] always told us that we might hate the lifestyle we had in there, but once we got out, we will miss it and will surely wanted to come back to experience it once more.
I was like, no mam, that is a lie you made up just to make us feel good about ourselves. There is no way will I want to go back to this living hell.
Boy I was right. And wrong at the same time.
You see, all the years of pretending, have somehow backfired. Unknowingly I have become somehow accustomed to those routines that I have been told to practiced every single day for those lengthy years. My house colour, which I hated before, had slowly become the shades that surrounded my environment, I used more product now compared to the day where I was in the slimy-kid [read: budak hingusan] phase, and I will solemnly swear that after all this year, I have always been a high house spirit person, always. {quoted from Professor Snape}
About coming back to school, now that I have figured out that the insane one was probably just me, I have reached to a feeling that yes, fellow matrons and wardens, you are correct by saying that I will want to come back and do it all over again. But, I would love to do it all over again with my dear Orions. For that case, a thousand times yes.
I once asked a senior, what makes her strong enough to live there until she reached her final year? "Friends."
A short, and sweet (and a little bit cheesy) answer but now that I looked back, HP was just a story and it just happened in my mind. What makes it bearable, really,are those people who gather around you when you are down, a simple gesture like holding your hands when you are nearly on the edge of giving up and wanted to drop out of school, offers you a hug when you reeeaaaallyyy needed one, and occasionally a surprise hug when you least expecting it, make the joke of the day when you nearly gulp down pills because the day is so stagnant, gave immature advice when you had a bad day, pulls you up and run along with you when you really wanted to drop a few pounds, scolded you like a mom when you did something hasty, laugh at your impossible attempts at making stupid things, cry together, sleep together, play together, shout at each other, .... the lists are endless. But those are the people. Friends.
And the senior was absolutely right.
And Ramadhan, Ramadhan, Ramadhan is near to its end. And by saying that, imagine finding a perfect drop of rain from a heavy downpour; that is how all of us want to find that glimmer of a night worth a thousand nights. So change your 'Ibadah gear to gear 5, (or gear D if your're the auto person), and may Allah guide us to his grace by letting us meet Laylatul Qadr. Amin.
Continuation of sending your pet(s) home's ABCs
Assalamualaikum.
i would like to continue the unfinished post,
so where were we?
OH. HOORAY!!
near to the end.
Alhamdulillah i had passed mine with flying colours! (as if i can say that haha)
so let me tell you how it was.
here we go.
Fifth Phase.
Before i begin, there is a few thing that need to be reminded. On your pet's cage,
make sure to write down your name and your pet's name, your address, your home
adress, the documents that is attached on the cage, put live animal stickers on each
side of the cage blablabla.
Although there are nice airlines who can/will provide their own airline stickers but for precaution, let's just be prepared well ahead. And make sure your pet(s) get used to the cage beforehand like giving them treats inside the cage, play in it, sleep in it, make them feel that it is safe to be inside the cage. And also, put your unwashed t-shirts in the cage throughout the journey so that they will feel safe. (Awwwwwwww...Pet's are so innocently sweet! >.<) or you can also put a blanket that has your scent on it as an alternative (beli je kat daiso)
Go to AQS office for a check-up. (your pet(s), not you).
As i have scheduled myself for Bruno's check up at 0830 on the day of the flight,
(approximately 2 hours before flight) i planned myself to arrive earlier at the
airport, which was 0400. Because you'll never know when will you get lost and how
long will it be. ha ha ha
The nice thing was, you can explore places that you didn't know about it existence.
Like ususally, airports will only have like 1..... 4 floors that you have access
to, and add more like 2 floors underground for the parking lot. Hoyeah. This is a
secret door opened only on special permissions and because i had a pet carrier with
me, the guards (Yes. Police Guards) kindly opened the door for us. All the noises
from the outside was gone once we're inside, and was replaced with silence that
started to ring in my ears. Check the time. Uh-oh. 0820.
We were on the 3rd floor (departure) and inside that secret door, was another lift
and the AQS is situated in 6th floor. Yep? There's more floor upstairs. So there
we go, walking through the hallways on the 6th floor, finding a doorsign with AQS
in front of it.Aaaaaaaaaaaand there we were. Time. 0825. Phew. still early. And an
uncle comes by, looks at us, and opens the door saying, "Come along".
And we followed.
Inside was just like a regular office. With 2,3 workers inside, juggling papers,
making themselves look like their busy and all. One of them asked me my name.
I answered. And the procedure starts.
He asked me for the Bruno's papers. Give him all of it. ALL. So he checked and
checked, making sure it's the same as those that i have sent him. After everything
was in the right order, another person came, (a doctor, maybe. And mind you, he struck
me as someone who is in some rock band playing the guitar) and shoved us into
another room in the room (roomception) and started checking Bruno. His ears,
heartbeat, eyes,temp, etc. Done with the check up. Next, the officer handed me a paper and i had to sign a waiver or agreement or something as a proof that i have followed all the procedure and that Bruno is allowed to be imported from Japan to Malaysia. Yeayed!
Shucks. Forgot to take the pic of the paper.:(
Oh. And the signed paper (a copied version) must be handed to MAQIS personnel later
so you'll have to keep it well. (I kept it in the tag bag i put on Bruno's cage.)
Checking in was quite like the usual. Except that i had to pay for Bruno's excess
weight+cage. And byebye Bruno. In to the plane's cargo you go! (Make sure to hug
your pet and whisper sweet nothings to it so that it will feel secured right before
you get separated)
5 down, 1 to go.
Last one. Last phase. Mou chotto.
Touchdown. 5 o'clock.
I waited for my luggages and it takes like half an hour. After i get those, i went
(go) to the MAQIS office situated at the right of the baggage claim area, if you are facing the exit. It has a large MAQIS sign written on top of the door. (kalau terlepas pandang tatau a) Here is a picture for a clearer view. (I swear i don't know why the pic turned out like this -_-)
It turns out that it was not a quarantine office but MAQIS office. so I went inside, asked for my cat from one of the officers, and she told me to wait for
a while. I need to get the original permit so i went out and meet my parents
(MUST. TAKE. IT.). My ally came earlier but cannot wait for my arrival
because he still got work to do and so he gave it to my parents. But be sure to
tell the police guarding the arrival gate about you having to get inside again while you are getting out. (jangan buat macam airport tu kau yang punya, itu ahmad albab yang punya,hahahahahaha)
so i went inside again (WITH the original permit) and waited. and waited. The lady
officer had gone out and was replaced by an uncle officer. Nope. He said Bruno haven't
arrived yet. i waited. and waited. For freaking another half an hour. The uncle must
have noticed that i looked nervous because i kept on looking here and there while
shaking my leg (a habit i cannot erased) when i wasn't nervous at all. I am FREAKING
OUT. WHERE IS BRUNO??! IS HE DEAD? OR HAVE THEY STARTED TO BURY HIM WITHOUT ME??
The uncle went out for Allah knows how long was it. So i started a light conversation
with the other uncle to calm down my nerves. Squeaak squeakk.
A TROLLEY WITH BRUNO ON IT! AND HE'S ALIIIIIIVVEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Apparently, the uncle who went out earlier went to the back (i don't know where) and
fetch Bruno.The luggage mover didn't put Bruno on the conveyor because, safety
precautions maybe. But they should inform the MAQIS officer about it or sent it to
the office. Duh. Poor management. Anyhoots. Bruno was there, so the procedure with
MAQIS began.
First, he asked for your personal ID. Be it your IC or your passport. Then, he asked
for the documents. Just like before, give him everything you put inside the tag bag.
He checked it all and made some copies. Then, he will check the pet(s). If its ok,
he will prepare a form and asked you to sign it, and pay RM25 for the whole procedure. Though i wanted to give him some tips for fetching Bruno but....
In conclusion, for the final part, you must have your ID and RM25 when you are claiming your pet(s). If you don't have RM because you just got back from Japan, remember the part where you have to get out and asked for the original permit from your ally? You can askedthem to pitch in RM25 for the remaining procedure. So you'll owe them another 25 which makes it 40+7+25, equals to RM72. Be sure to payback!
Before getting out to the arrival hall, you will meet the custom officer. Give him the signed ＭＡＱＩＳ paper and you are good to go!
Welcome to MALAYSIA BRUNO!!
It was great having Bruno at home, enjoying the sun and all for the whole two weeks,
but sadly, the time envied us and it was time to go back. I left Bruno in my parents
care, hoping that he will become fatter and lazier hahahaha
Before i forgot, through the whole journey, i made Bruno wear pampers, and he didn't
leak a single drop. So he had hold his bladder for 27 hours. (Even humans
could not hold that much long. Are we?) So when we got home, he was a bit cranky,
especially when i touched his belly. I thought it was because of the travelling
and all, so i stop disturbing him. But then my mum prepared his litterbox and in
he went. Pouring everything out. And when he's done, and i tried to rub his belly
he didn't get mad at me anymore.
Lesson learned. Even humans get upset if we tickled them when they are having an
upset stomach,so do cats. We have feelings dude, so do them.
A friend of mine reminds me. Yep i do spend like 2 years with Bruno and he had become
so attached to me and all, but you'll always lose something in order to achieve something. And that is the fact of him forgetting me.
So be prepared for that.
So this is all of it. I may left out a few things and i am sorry for that.
It's kinda long because i was in the story mode, not in the skip mode. haha
may it helps people who are having the same dilemma as i was a few months back.
Alhamdulillah,Alhamdulillah,Alhamdulillah wa Astaghfirullah for the smooth process and i wish those who are going to bring their pet(s) in the future to
i would like to continue the unfinished post,
so where were we?
OH. HOORAY!!
near to the end.
Alhamdulillah i had passed mine with flying colours! (as if i can say that haha)
so let me tell you how it was.
here we go.
Fifth Phase.
Before i begin, there is a few thing that need to be reminded. On your pet's cage,
make sure to write down your name and your pet's name, your address, your home
adress, the documents that is attached on the cage, put live animal stickers on each
side of the cage blablabla.
[credits: google]
Although there are nice airlines who can/will provide their own airline stickers but for precaution, let's just be prepared well ahead. And make sure your pet(s) get used to the cage beforehand like giving them treats inside the cage, play in it, sleep in it, make them feel that it is safe to be inside the cage. And also, put your unwashed t-shirts in the cage throughout the journey so that they will feel safe. (Awwwwwwww...Pet's are so innocently sweet! >.<) or you can also put a blanket that has your scent on it as an alternative (beli je kat daiso)
Go to AQS office for a check-up. (your pet(s), not you).
As i have scheduled myself for Bruno's check up at 0830 on the day of the flight,
(approximately 2 hours before flight) i planned myself to arrive earlier at the
airport, which was 0400. Because you'll never know when will you get lost and how
long will it be. ha ha ha
He asked me for the Bruno's papers. Give him all of it. ALL. So he checked and
checked, making sure it's the same as those that i have sent him. After everything
was in the right order, another person came,
another room in the room (roomception) and started checking Bruno. His ears,
heartbeat, eyes,temp, etc. Done with the check up. Next, the officer handed me a paper and i had to sign a waiver or agreement or something as a proof that i have followed all the procedure and that Bruno is allowed to be imported from Japan to Malaysia. Yeayed!
Shucks. Forgot to take the pic of the paper.:(
Oh. And the signed paper (a copied version) must be handed to MAQIS personnel later
so you'll have to keep it well. (I kept it in the tag bag i put on Bruno's cage.)
Checking in was quite like the usual. Except that i had to pay for Bruno's excess
weight+cage. And byebye Bruno. In to the plane's cargo you go! (Make sure to hug
your pet and whisper sweet nothings to it so that it will feel secured right before
you get separated)
5 down, 1 to go.
Last one. Last phase. Mou chotto.
Touchdown. 5 o'clock.
(go) to the MAQIS office situated at the right of the baggage claim area, if you are facing the exit. It has a large MAQIS sign written on top of the door. (kalau terlepas pandang tatau a) Here is a picture for a clearer view. (I swear i don't know why the pic turned out like this -_-)
It turns out that it was not a quarantine office but MAQIS office. so I went inside, asked for my cat from one of the officers, and she told me to wait for
a while. I need to get the original permit so i went out and meet my parents
(MUST. TAKE. IT.). My ally came earlier but cannot wait for my arrival
because he still got work to do and so he gave it to my parents. But be sure to
tell the police guarding the arrival gate about you having to get inside again while you are getting out. (jangan buat macam airport tu kau yang punya, itu ahmad albab yang punya,hahahahahaha)
so i went inside again (WITH the original permit) and waited. and waited. The lady
officer had gone out and was replaced by an uncle officer. Nope. He said Bruno haven't
arrived yet. i waited. and waited.
The uncle went out for Allah knows how long was it. So i started a light conversation
with the other uncle to calm down my nerves. Squeaak squeakk.
A TROLLEY WITH BRUNO ON IT! AND HE'S ALIIIIIIVVEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Apparently, the uncle who went out earlier went to the back (i don't know where) and
fetch Bruno.
MAQIS began.
First, he asked for your personal ID. Be it your IC or your passport. Then, he asked
for the documents. Just like before, give him everything you put inside the tag bag.
He checked it all and made some copies. Then, he will check the pet(s). If its ok,
he will prepare a form and asked you to sign it, and pay RM25 for the whole procedure. Though i wanted to give him some tips for fetching Bruno but....
In conclusion, for the final part, you must have your ID and RM25 when you are claiming your pet(s). If you don't have RM because you just got back from Japan, remember the part where you have to get out and asked for the original permit from your ally? You can askedthem to pitch in RM25 for the remaining procedure. So you'll owe them another 25 which makes it 40+7+25, equals to RM72. Be sure to payback!
Before getting out to the arrival hall, you will meet the custom officer. Give him the signed ＭＡＱＩＳ paper and you are good to go!
Welcome to MALAYSIA BRUNO!!
Before i forgot, through the whole journey, i made Bruno wear pampers, and he didn't
leak a single drop. So he had hold his bladder for 27 hours. (Even humans
could not hold that much long. Are we?) So when we got home, he was a bit cranky,
especially when i touched his belly. I thought it was because of the travelling
and all, so i stop disturbing him. But then my mum prepared his litterbox and in
he went. Pouring everything out. And when he's done, and i tried to rub his belly
he didn't get mad at me anymore.
Lesson learned. Even humans get upset if we tickled them when they are having an
upset stomach,so do cats. We have feelings dude, so do them.
A friend of mine reminds me. Yep i do spend like 2 years with Bruno and he had become
so attached to me and all, but you'll always lose something in order to achieve something. And that is the fact of him forgetting me.
So be prepared for that.
So this is all of it. I may left out a few things and i am sorry for that.
It's kinda long because i was in the story mode, not in the skip mode. haha
may it helps people who are having the same dilemma as i was a few months back.
Alhamdulillah,Alhamdulillah,Alhamdulillah wa Astaghfirullah for the smooth process and i wish those who are going to bring their pet(s) in the future to
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