The fate/faith of religion

A sermon by the priest in the local church I go to, made a very shocking revelation during mass yesterday (Sunday)

He talked about the catechism classes and how children do not seem to taking them to heart.
The church has done a huge move to shift the catechism classes to Saturday instead of Sunday (I used to go to Sunday school on Sundays, well, don't the name sound something?), and at 4pm.

The notice had been given to parents since as early as November last year to make necessary arrangements for their children's tuition classes.

Yet, a recent meeting with the Catechetical team had highlighted issues such as children not showing up at the classes, or arriving late and yet being nonchalant about it. When the teacher asked, they simply replied, "My Mum dropped me late"
That was interesting, as they could show up 45 minutes late into the class and did not feel guilty about it.

If that is not bad enough, there is also the part where the church had contributed to the textbooks and used the funds to provide catechism classes on loan to the students so that they do not have to finance additionally on the books they use in class. It was a kind gesture by the parish, and obviously one which was uncalled for as they discovered that most of the books were never returned.

I feel shocked and sad at this news, and it prompted me to reminisce my childhood days when I was attending Sunday school/church masses.

I am not a perfect Catholic, I have my flaws too, and of course, being a mere mortal, I commit sins too.

I remember myself being closer to the church, after the passing of my dear and beloved grandfather when I was in Standard Five.
It was also a time when our whole family relived the faith and brought us closer to God.

For me, it was my first time experiencing loss in my own family; and it was definitely not pretty in my memory.
It's not that I was naive enough to think that my grandparents would live forever and ever, but it is never easy dealing with loss.

It was then that I felt the comforting presence of God and daily prayers.
I felt strongly towards my religion; and I am thankful that I have been brought up in the right direction as well.

My family were never extremists in their faith, but my dad and uncle were always there to share their childhood tales on how they would go to church in a taxi on Christmas and Easter despite being poor at that time.

I believed in God, and HIS great existence, despite being cajoled into the arts of science and being questioned on my faith again and again by people who are into free thinking.
I may not be the best person in my faith, nor can I read out any line from the bible if you were to ask me, but my belief in God is not to be questionable.

Our parents send us to Catechism classes, encouraged us to attend masses, and to read the Bible, and never ever do something which is wrong.
We were taught the right and wrong, and besides parenting from home, Sunday School was there to teach us about GOD, and guide us towards the right direction.

I remember how my Catechism teacher used to tell us, "To believe, you must have faith. People will always question your faith, because we are living amongst people who are all different in their own ways"

This is one of the main reason I felt that it is disheartening that the younger generation no longer feel the same way.

I have read articles on the Web, magazines, books and even newspapers to realize that we (Catholics) are not alone, as all the other religions are facing the same problem whereby the younger generation no longer feel the need to connect with God.
Most chose to be free thinkers, or staunch science followers as everything which we used to be believe in can be explained by science.

Furthermore, the Catholic foundation was also threatened two years ago, with the fame of a FICTION book which questioned the origins of Christ.

We are not the only one, and today, we are living in a world of science and modern technology, and is it necessarily a good thing?

The creation of man can be explained from science; in fact, they can even clone human beings if they want.
There is no room to justify God's existence.

People don't find religion important anymore, and they don't spend time praying, unless they face life/death matters or they need desperate help.

Don't think the Buddists/Taoists/Hindus/Muslims do not face the same thing.
Some people who grew up praying to God with joss sticks, no longer want to set up an altar in their new homes for fear of the effect of smoke on their newly painted and fresh glossy paint on the walls.

It is a responsibility of the parents to instill these values into their children's lives, and to guide them towards that direction of faith.

Children are always imitating their parents; when their parents place more importance on tuition classes, they too, have the same thought that their academic performance should surpass the priority of learning about faith.
After all, what is an hour or two per week going to make?

I am not here to judge on the above issue, but rather to think about the perspectives and consequences of the whole losing faith issue.

If we do not do something about this fast, religion may soon become a thing in the past....and do we really want to see the faith we grew up with go obsolete?

I pray to God for guidance, and for inspirations, that faith can be strengthened and that we can all be enlightened on the future of our faith and what we can do about it...

Our last ancestor

Thanks for the warm wishes and condolences from some of you who have read this blog.

My uncle, aunt and dad have just returned from Singapore; from grandaunt's funeral and procedures which all ended on Tuesday morning.

I talked to Dad yesterday, and I was enlightened on the way funeral was conducted in Singapore.

I have attended only Christian/Catholic funerals so far and it has been nothing out of the extraordinary from our usual church services, etc.

My grandaunt was a Buddhist/Taoist and I was expecting that her funeral services were conducted in the conventional method that I used to see on TV or in other typical Chinese funerals; which include the circling of the coffin while conducting the prayers and rituals led by the Taoist priest who will be constantly ringing a bell.
Family will be dressed in white with the sack-like material hovering above their heads and burning incense and paper money while relatives come and pay their last respects.

My dad told me otherwise.
Grandaunt's funeral was conducted in a very elaborate manner; and in the local clan style; Teochew.

I was like, huh, what do you mean by Teochew style? I thought funeral is general in the Chinese customs?

Apparently not, so my dad says, as there was this Teochew association which performed the rituals.
They had praying and singing/performing of songs in Teochew, singing of filial piety and the great sacrifices made by our parents.
It was touching to the sentiment; if you understand the dialect/accent correctly, which was something my dad, uncle and aunt needed the translation from my aunts there.

It was not that they were not familiar with the dialect, they were all Teochew, mind you, but the accent was distinct from those that we speak over here.

The whole affair ended on Monday when grandaunt was cremated and her ashes were collected on Tuesday morning.

Also, I just found out that funeral services cost a bomb in Singapore as well, wow, it is really a FINE city to live in huh?

Grandaunt is now in a better place, and we pray for her eternal rest.

As a matter of fact, her passing marked the last of the ancestry line in our family on my paternal side.
She was the last of all my grandfather's siblings; the rest have gone to their rest (no pun intended) long ago.

She was 94, and was the oldest in the line. The other granduncles and my very own grandfather, also passed away at the ages of 82 and above.
Guess this was really a longevity gene which may be passed down to us as well?

With the passing of grandaunt, there will be no more way for us to track the origins of our ancestry and the root of our unique surname.

Rest in peace, grandaunt

It's a Family Matter

It is something to do with the family; we have just heard some bad news from our relatives in Singapore.
My Grandaunt who must be over 90 (or almost 100) just passed away due to old age last Friday.

Arrangements had to be made immediately to attend grandaunt's funeral on Monday morning.

Our parents went on behalf of us, as she was the aunt of my dad and uncle while I prayed for her from the North.

Grandaunt was a senior figure to our generation and with that, I meant my cousins and I.
She speaks in a very deep accent in our dialect and it was really difficult for us to understand her sometimes without a thesaurus.

Of course, she was a great lady whom I remembered as one who bore such a striking resemblance to my grandfather (she was his younger sister anyway).
She is a cautious and wise lady but definitely one healthy lady!
I do hope that I inherited that gene; HEALTH!

Will I leave up to 90 or at least over 80, because it seems to be the trait in the family as well (or at least on my paternal side).
I am trying to imagine myself at 80, and still blogging...that'd be great.

Sad and shocked as I may be, I am praying that she had finally reunited with grandpa and her husband in heaven and watching over us, making sure that us younger generation never mess up our lives.

Rest in peace grandaunt, and I am sure you will always be remembered

Me in the Mirror

You know, as I was pondering over the things happening in my life; especially those that upset me and how I feel that I could have done something about.

I have complained, whined and just rant in my logs about situations, myself and things/people around me and happenings.
I know that I should be doing something about it rather than just talking about it, it's not healthy, and trust me, I do know I should but I guess when we come down to it, we are just pretty much human beings.
(and human beings are never good at correcting themselves)

Well, I have had enough, of hearing myself complain or anything like that.

I told myself, stare at myself in the mirror and MAKE that change (a certain famous song belonging to the late King of Pop)

I am related to all the things which happened around me; it is me who is to be blamed.

Sometimes we are all just too used to blaming on others that we never stop to blame ourselves.
Why?
Because it's much better to put the blame on someone else.
We just like to psycho ourselves into believing that others are to be blamed for us being bad at keeping in touch, never calling when we said we would, doing something that made others angry, didn't want to admit our own mistakes, etc.

It is time to come to terms with that I am just as at fault; or even, I am THE one at fault.

I have brought disappointments, anger and misunderstanding unto myself.

I have hurt people who have cared about me, and I used to think it didn't matter because they were doing the same to me.

I don't think these are all related at all; the fundamental is, I am upset at how things turned out and I must be the one to make that change.
I cannot just sit there and complain or get upset about everything that happens.
I have to be the one to make a change, and not everyone else.

I am the one who has to change, and I want to.
I want to be happy, and everyone can be happy, or at least I hope I can make everyone happy around me.

I apologize to everyone whom I have offended or hurt, or neglected, I am really very sorry and the guilt is just eating me up.
I will try my very best, and I will leave to God the rest.

Stare, stare, and Glare

July is a busy month for me; and things have been very crazy where I have been running around (as in traveling) and moving out.

It was yet another weekend in town, for a training and also on a personal reason; moving stuffs home.
After all that hustle bustle, we snuck out for a Sunday in IKEA, since it was on sale. (The whole Malaysia was on sale since 24th July; Saturday).

It was not a quiet Sunday in that area as well, and parking was like fighting for breathing space!
We were lucky enough to find a parking space in time, and we made a beeline straight to the IKEA cafe for a very late lunch.

Lucky us again as we managed to find a good spot (well, I found that spot) and we settled down. My parents helped us booked the seats while we went over to grab the food and drinks.

We started our meals; and there was this Malay couple sitting next to us while as usual, there were people standing and waiting for seats around (what's with all these people anyway, I can't believe the crowd at that hour of the day - it's almost 3pm, are they still looking for lunch?)

The Malay couple was done with their food and soon, their places were occupied by these three people; Chinese; a pregnant woman in her early thirties who sat diagonally opposite me and her mother and father(or maybe in-laws; well, they are an elderly couple in short) sat side by side next to my mummy.

They watched us eat; and my brother (who was facing the old man) was telling us how that old man kept staring at him and in fact, at all of us.
We were joking that they were just so weird and were they plain hungry?

The pregnant woman was also staring at my mummy and me, and we were starting to get uncomfortable (or I was the one getting uncomfortable).
It was as if they couldn't wait to shoo us out of our seats!

It got a little annoying to be frank; as we had desserts, and my parents were also elderly folks and my mummy couldn't eat fast.
They kept staring at our plates and watching us, and they seemed to be pretty sure we are leaving.

We chatted for a while, and mind you, we are NOT deliberately keeping the seats, but my parents just wanted to drink coffee, have the cakes and not in a hurry.

The woman and that old man stared non-stop and I couldn't help watching how that woman kept looking whenever one of us got up from our seats to refill coffee or tea.
It was really annoying!!!!

I felt they were kinda rude, and at the same time, I think they were just hoping we get out of there fast enough.

The rest of my family was not really rushing, but I always felt uncomfortable and I worry about keeping people waiting.
I know, I shouldn't, because we were not keeping the space for nothing, we still had food and we need to finish them.

When the guys went off to refill coffee, the pregnant woman started talking to the two old people in Cantonese and in a loud enough voice which I am sure she meant for it to be heard.
She was trying to explain to the old man that it is common scenario in KL where you always have to wait for everything.
Oh ya, she made it deliberately clear and she kept saying about having to wait and wait and how you just need to be patient.

I was feeling that she was being rather RUDE and inconsiderate herself, I mean, what on earth are you trying to pull?

Just as we were finishing, we saw a foreign couple who seemed to be having a bit of an argument looking for a seat and we decided to offer our seats to them.

My Dad beckoned to them and they looked grateful.
We got up from our seats, but my mum was still trying to finish her coffee.
At this point, it was only my mum left; she really couldn't finish it fast enough and it was HOT.

I told her to hurry up, I was the last one standing near my mum and at this point, I spotted the woman GLARED at my mum.
YES, she GLARED like my mum was some kind of mortal enemy to her and she kept having that look on her face that seriously, I can even remember until this moment.

I am always uncomfortable when people get nasty, but I felt angered at that look she gave my mum.
It was as if they think my mum was taking her own sweet time finishing her coffee or that she was probably pissed we gave up our seats to someone else?

I don't know, but that glare coming from a pregnant woman was really shocking and it was like some kind of visual confrontation.
I stared at her as well (not glare) and she looked at me, then glared at my mum and gave us all a look (as in my family).

I don't understand, have we really done something wrong?
I felt bothered by that incident, I know, silly me but I just can't understand why people do that, let alone, someone who is about to be a mother.

How could you GLARE at people like they were guilty of some hideous crime???

I tried figuring out where we went wrong (yeah, and I always wonder where I get the stress from!)
1. Did we deliberately keep the seats?
2. Did we take up too much time?
3. Should we not give up the seats to the foreign couple?

Yet at the same time, I thought
1. No, we sat there first and we were finishing our food
2. No, we have elderly folks too, and how can you rush five people to finish their food fast??
3. No, it was an act of kindness and to resolve a probably domestic argument (the husband was really annoyed with the wife for not finding a place first).

The key to the whole thing and how it could have been friendlier was that the woman and her folks could have just done this:
ASK

Yes, simple as that, they should not have looked that hostile and like our places belonged to them in the first place.

As we were finishing, they could have also talked nicely to us, and just simply ask us whether we would mind keeping the seats for them.

It is just as simple as that, but no, they chose the barbaric or rather their so-called subtle way by being sarcastic and incredibly rude to our folks.

My mum told me she even overheard the old man said while she was finishing her coffee, "I hate people like that, giving up seats to ghosts (rude Cantonese way of referring to foreigners) who do not speak our language"

I mean, are we seriously being such racists?

I don't know whether we are right or wrong, but I don't think we were very wrong after all.
It was perhaps a better choice to have given up our seats to people who deserve them more and are more cultured!

Tell me your verdict, and what you would have done had it been you in this situation

UNpleasant experience with the Flight and at the airport!

It has been a very long time since I flew Air Asia; in fact it has been 2 years since I last took a flight with this World/Asia's best low-cost airline and I can't remember why, perhaps I have been enjoying the privilege from business trips to travel with MAS and even when on personal trips, I chose Fireflyz due to the distance to airport.
(Subang airport is considerably nearer compared to driving all the way to Sepang)

Recently, I had the opportunity to enjoy a short little break for myself to release the accumulated tension and stress (from work) and I was planning a trip to go home and spend some time with family and just, relaxing, doing nothing at all.

I could only finalize my annual leave at the very last minute (yeah, I have a lot of things to do and I had to be sure things are okay before I confirm my little break) and that left me with no choice but to brace myself for the higher fares for flights heading back to the city.
(I was not allowed to drive on my own, says parents and everyone else around me)

So, I went online, checked for Fireflyz and realized with dismay that the prices have not just gone high, it has gone ROCKET high and it way surpassed my budget.
Just when I was considering whether to make this trip home or not (I know I had to, I do not want to let my family down...I had told my Mum I will be home and it has been a while since I spent more than 2 days at home), I was suddenly reminded, I could check out Air Asia's fares as well.

I clicked and prayed hard, and thank God (HE heard and answered my prayers, thank you!), the fares were considerably cheaper and I could save almost RM100 for the return trip!

I immediately booked the flights and was really happy that I even managed to get the promo tickets for the returning flight (despite me having to leave early on my last day, which I seldom do as I am always homesick when that comes)

So, all my flights were early, and I was scheduled to fly off on Wednesday morning (Penang Heritage Day, which did I mention I love my company for declaring this holiday official for us? =)
My flight was at 7.30.am in the morning and I arrived in high spirits; at 6.00a.m. and proceeded to check in.

When I went to the counter to check in, the staff told me that the flight would be delayed (which I blogged about in my previous post) and so, yeah, I had to wait for more than an hour at the Penang International Airport, which, apart from its name, had nothing at all at that hour in the morning.

Fine, I was fine with waiting, but I just felt guilty for having my parents to wait at the LCCT for my arrival.

Okay, that was done and the anger was released in the previous post.

I heard during the flight that 9th-11th July 2010 is the scheduled period for Air Asia's system upgrade and all passengers traveling during this period should be at the airport at least 3 hours earlier to check in to avoid any issue.

I thought to myself, "Okay, I rarely had much time to fly back on relaxation purpose and it had to be this time that they upgrade their system???"

Well, I had no choice and come Sunday morning, I had to wake up at 4-5am to get ready to head to the airport at 6 for a 9.30am flight.
Yes, that's how crazy it was, and as my brother jokingly said, "3 Hours to check in for a domestic flight, what, you're the pilot meh??"

Yeah, dear brother, I was glad I was early, as despite that early hour, we had a lot of obstacles:
1. Road to airport was closed, and we had to re-route (thankfully we did not get lost)
2. Car park at airport was full, and we managed to find a space to squeeze through finally
3. The airport was in chaos - screens went blank everywhere, which the security guard informed my dad, was due to a power failure that morning and also, the system synchronization which led to the system crashing a few times

When I reached the airport, I almost panicked when I saw the status for my check in counter was 'CLOSED' and I regretted not coming even earlier.

Okay, that was just a small scare on my part, it was closed because it was not even open yet that time..LOL! =P

Anyway, on the screen, it was written, counter R57 (yeah, only one counter) and I proceeded to the security check area and then to that particular counter.

Screens went blank again and I spotted a really short queue at R57; I was passenger no.3 in that line, well, what can one expect at 7.15am, when the flight's scheduled at 9.35 am, right?

I waited and waited, and there was nothing, and no one there, despite the few other lanes having staffs checking in passengers to other destinations (R55 checking in an earlier flight bound to Penang and R58-59 checking in KK passengers)

Then the screens flickered and R56-R57 counters read our flight number and destination.

Anyway, most of us queued at R57 because that was what we read on the main screen and slowly, there was a short line forming.

Then there was a bunch of people standing near R56 counter and talking among themselves.

I was even watching a few passengers haggle with the staffs at the counter R55 and R58 and looking at the Air Asia Ground staff walking back and forth and fidgeting with their pc (obviously they were frustrated as well)
One group of people was even scolded by the staff as they were late to check in and their counter had been closed.

That was a short row there as the staff just redirected them to another counter, well, little did I expect, I would soon be having a little of a drama myself in a short while.

YEAH, in case you were wondering, I stood there patiently in the queue, while my poor parents traipsed around the whole airport (there's nothing much anyway in that small airport) and observed every single shop, restaurant and most probably everyone there.

7.30 am, 8.00am, and there was finally one lady making her way towards our counter R57 and she started up the system.

She took some time and it was 8.20-8.25 am before she finally beckoned for check in.

REMEMBER that group of people I told you who stood by R56 counter?

Well, they were also heading to Penang, and the queue at R56 counter had merged into R57, when most of them realized that R57 is the one with an actual staff to check in, well, almost all anyway, EXCEPT for this group of people and it was not surprising that when the first group in OUR queue started to head towards the counter, they steered their trolleys towards us.

Now, there was this tall and sturdy Caucasian guy right in front of me who was even earlier than me and he must have stood there for almost 3 hours?
He gave them a cold stare as they headed towards the bunch of ladies, who were the first in OUR queue.

The staff shooed him away and beckoned him to follow the queue.

My dad was beside me, helping me with my luggage and he warned me that these people are about to jump into our queue.

The staff proceeded to check in the first group and my dad went to inform the security guard that there may be chaos.

The security guard came and this fat guy in yellow shirt started arguing with him that they just followed the screen above the counter and queued at R56 as well.
He said it is not his fault that they only opened one counter and that they should arrange for one passenger from each side to check in, to make it all fair.

The guard told him that he cannot do that, as there is a also a queue at R57 counter and that he has to make arrangements with the people queueing up there.

During this commotion, it was the Caucasian guy's turn and he quickly made his way up to the counter.

While the guy was there, this queue-jumper-wannabe was steering his trolley towards him which means, he was trying to cut my turn!

He pushed his trolley right behind the guy, while I was still standing behind the yellow line (yeah, too obedient, huh?)

When the Caucasian guy was done, he just pushed himself towards the counter and my dad pushed me and went forward as well.

He slammed 6 passports in front of the counter and I handed my piece of paper with my flight confirmation over to the staff at the SAME time!

My dad said, "sini" and that guy rudely snapped, "SINI dulu"

The staff looked up and it was a SHE, a really short and petite Malay lady as well, who also snapped, "Dia seorang saja, bagi dia dulu"
(translated into English, "She's only one person, let her first")

He immediately went into the same argument that it was not his fault that he queued at the wrong counter when they turned on the screens which read that same flight number and that they needed to be fair.

While the lady was checking me in, she multi-tasked by telling him off (BRAVO to this lady, I forgot to ask for her name!)
"Encik, you kena understand, sekarang, system down, memang banyak masalah. You tak boleh buat huru-hara kat sini! Kenalah understand, sabar sikit!"
(In English: Sir, you need to understand, right now, our system is down and there are bound to be problems. You can't cause chaos here. Please understand and be patient)

Trust me, she was not exactly subtle and I was happy to see the man did not argue anymore but he just turned towards his family and bunch of old men, telling them, "I came here since 6am, I queued here since then!" (in hokkien loudly)

YEAH right, I was at that counter, remember, scroll up since 7.15am and there was no sign of him or his company and then he starts to brag like that?

I did not feel triumphant over my victory to be checked in first, instead I felt really raged by his stuck-up and non-shameful behavior.
He really think he was right all the way.

Yes, I do not deny that it was Air Asia which misled them to think that there were 2 counters open for check in, but as the staff approached counter R57, it was obvious that this was the counter open.
The staff even took almost 45 minutes to start up the system and you do not need to be Einstein or Newton to understand that you need to hurry to move to the correct queue!

He was just obstinate and wanted to jump into our queue!
HEY, we were queueing there earlier than you and we were also tired, okay!

Furthermore, the security guard was right, he should ask the permission from us if he wants to cut in front of us.
It is all about courtesy!

I will definitely let him in if he did ask me, as I do understand but NO, he chose to just ignore us.

There is no respect here at all.

Furthermore, I noticed he only tried to cut in at the first group and also at me (the third) and not at the Caucasian.

WHY?
We are girls; the first group was three young girls from USM (I think, they had bags bearing that logo) and he tried to take their place.

Then he headed behind the Caucasian.

Now, if that is not SEXISM, what was that????

I was furious that he thought that he was right and that he deserved to take his place in OUR queue!
Bear in mind, only him and his family, and company of old men who were still left in that non-existent queue!

The rest of the people who earlier formed that queue had merged into our queue quietly upon noticing the staff at our counter.
So, WHAT is HIS problem??

Well, he never dared to look at us in the eye, and it was really unfortunate that I was on the same flight with him but I noticed he barely dared to look at me even when we arrived in Penang.

Arrogant and conceited, I was even tempted to use the word Hooligan!

Thank goodness I had a nice pregnant Malay woman sitting next to me, whom I even helped with her luggage.
I offered and then another Indian lady with a child behind me asked for my help as well to take her small bag from the top cabin =)

It was not that bad after such an unpleasant experience as I did manage to help others too.

I am really upset about that incident, as I felt that there should be no reason for people to behave like that!

Oh, to make all of us feel better, they were Indonesians (a glance at the passport he slammed on the counter confirmed that)....

Now, status quo, I was never a fan of this country and recently I even thought of going to Bali for a trip, and now, after this, WHAT on earth was i thinking????

A start to a no-stress BREAK?

Today is finally the start of my little longer-than-usual-weekends deserving break (well, officially it started right after 5.30pm yesterday~)

I was looking forward to a little something like this, to relax my mind and take myself to just pure relaxation and enjoy that having nothing-to-do kind of feeling, and also as encouraged by my loved ones.

I was kinda thinking that maybe, just maybe, I could try to enjoy a little bit more and let my mind off the hook at the moment and just revel in the thought of not having to go to work and all those stuffs.

The thing is, somehow, I kinda still dwelt on my work, and especially yesterday, after I have prepared presentation for my boss (yeah, I did that) and that just somehow stirred some sort of motivation in me...LOL, yeah, that just have to happen when I am getting all over everything.

Don't get me wrong, I still love being on vacation and taking a short short break from work, but, I just can't confine myself to do nothing, really, I know myself too well and I'd just find something to do!

Oh ya, on a continuous note, I was all flared up when I had to wait for almost an hour for my flight this morning which was supposedly to be delayed for only half an hour.
Best part of it all, I was only told of it when I checked in this morning and I almost loathed the way the guy at the check-in counter told me, "Oh, Miss, the flight will be delayed for 30 minutes"

Yeah, his "Oh, Miss" in such a nonchalant manner disgusts me, like there was nothing in those words.
Of course, he's not the one having to waste his time sitting at the airport, enduring the cold air from the centralized air-conditioning system and staring at people walking in front of you in a back and forth manner while you are trying to concentrate on your humorous novel, and yeah, "Oh Mister, I bet you wouldn't say that if your boss told you to stay back after office hours for another 30 minutes"

So much for a great start to a no-stress break? Yeah, that sounds great to me, agitation, frustration, and annoyance are just the best things to be in you to make sure you are stress-free (or reaching that level)

And if you wanna know which airline which took the credit for my 'great' relaxation, it's the so-called World's best low-cost airline where everyone can fly. Ughs...yeah, and everyone can be late and everyone can curse

I am gonna make myself feel at ease, after visiting my family doctor and the next few days, just enjoy to the fullest...I hope

Oh ya, I have to thank the Penang state for the remarkable decision in declaring the Penang Heritage Day the same week with the Yang Dipertua Penang's birthday, don't you just love these public holidays?