Blessed all along (Finale)

You readers were probably questioning where were the difficulties in my life based on the previous entries. Well, I filtered most of them out. I only wrote the positive portions. I assure you, I have been through a lot, family, emotions, studies, siblings, financial, ambitions, sigh, so many. Plus I would very much like to respect the privacy of the people in my life. They have been through really bad times and some of them aren’t really shareable.

Ahh here we are. I thought I wouldn’t have the time to finish it but bit by bit, saved draft after saved draft, reading, and maybe some soul searching (mengada-ngada) I decided I must finish this before going back to KL. Can’t wait to run around Tasik Permaisuri early in the morning. The rising sun is a sight not to be missed whenever you’re near that place.

Why did I come up with the title? Simple. I believe we are all blessed all along in our life. Only that the realization might come a bit late through unexpected means and only when we are willing to look back into ourselves and figure out the reasons, the learned lessons and when we are willing to be grateful.

1) I am grateful that my parents remained strong throughout their difficulties. One could only imagine the emotional scars they had to live with. If they weren’t strong enough, I would have probably been someone else, someone that would be loathed by the general public or worse, someone who did not appreciate life at all.

2) I am grateful that Allah ‘poked’ my conscience to live with my mother because I believe it was a major turning point in my life. No I am not saying that if I lived with my father I would become a bad person, not at all. What I am trying to say is the experience I gained was priceless, and the revelation afterwards was Ya Allah, beautiful. Like what my aunt told me what my father told her after I left to live with my mother “Wa tu mature sangat… abang tau dia fikir kat rumah mak dia takde orang lelaki….” Born to protect. A simply beautiful conjecture.

3) I am grateful that I learned English at a very young age. I could still remember the lyrics for most of the English songs that my mother introduced to me. There was one time, my mother wanted to train me to write in English so she would say the sentences and I would try to write down what I understood, “When Ali was walking to the store COMMA” I stopped her”Ma, koma tu ape?” She answered while showing me the sign, “C.O.M.M.A, tanda koma. Maksudnya macam berhenti kejap”. I was in standard 1. When we checked what I written we would laugh at my spellings, and I would throw tantrum and she would promise me something if I managed to correct the error.

4) I am grateful I’ve experienced childhood/teenagehood in various places. City life, kampung life, hostel life. So I would say I know how to carry myself if life requires me to go to one of these places again. Takdelah terasa macam out of place sangat.

5) I am grateful that I have developed a strong interest in languages. I love poems, lyrically beautiful songs, quotes, memorable movie lines and the lot. I learned French when I was 9-10. I asked my mother to buy the cassette and the book. “Lesson un, Commentallevous” . My mother, my sister, and I would follow each line during the weekends and we would laugh when we failed to pronounce some of the words.

Language is a mysterious phenomenon. I mean who decided that for example ‘matahari’ (sun) should be called ‘matahari’ (sun) or the word mata to be called mata and means what it means? and so on. I am not gonna start the believers vs the non-believers debate here. I just wanna spark an internal inquisition.

5) I am grateful that physically my whole body functions perfectly. My visions are perfect although in some part of my life I’ve spent hours staring at the PC monitor, I still don’t need glasses. I still remember when I brought some of my friends to my aunt’s house and they were all wearing spectacles, and my aunt said, “Eh apasal semua macam nerd je?” hehe, it was a friendly punt not an attack on their physical or anything. I am capable of doing sports, being competitive in sports and capable of becoming stronger, better and much more resilient. To add to that, I am grateful that my body so far can cope with most of the physical pressure that I have to deal with. Only weakness is I have sensitive skin, but because of that I’ve become much more careful with what I use so it’s a weakness which produces a good habit.

6) I am grateful that I love to read. It was through reading that I discovered ways to improve myself. It was through reading I discovered how big my ego was. It was through reading I discovered life from very very very different perspectives.

7) I am grateful that I have experienced love and lost. Quoting a famous line albeit cliche,” It’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all”. In this context, the love refers to the love between non family members. I’ve never revealed my love story(ies) to any of my friends. Only very few parties know about it. Even my mother knows very little. So my friends would joke about me being gay. Meh, such a remark is nothing.

Being in love is an incredible feeling. Although single-sided, it puts you in an emotional state of readiness. You don’t care about any of his/her imperfections, you just want to care. Everyone should experience this. I kid you not. I know it sounds soooooooo naive but it is a vondervul (cakap macam russian sikit) feeling.

8 ) I am grateful that I learned about “there is no wrong choices, only bad ones” and “there is no wrong answer” when I was in university. I like opened ideas like that. It gives me a chance to correct and to improve. I know in certain matters the wrongs and the rights are definite, no grey areas. The exposure to this kind of statement made me a, what I believe a good listener. I would listen first, then weigh the options after. I used to be a cynic, finding wrongs in things I hate when I didn’t even know the exact reason for the hate.

9) I am grateful that I used to be a World of Warcraft geek/nerd. It was through that game that I intensified the use of English as a spoken language and funnily enough my leadership talent. In game, I was with a group of various nationalities (Aussies, Americans, Singaporeans, Europeans, Asians, you name it, we got it) and we formed an online guild killing monsters, big big big monsters which required a very high level of coordination between the members. I volunteered myself. It was intimidating at first, these Aussies my God, they spoke like bullets coming out from their mouths but over time, you learned their accent, and with leadership I managed to form a very respectable group of players. On a server of 10,000 players and probably hundreds of guilds, my guild was no 2 achievement wise. Meaning we killed more difficult monsters and we were more geeky and nerdy haha. I gained weight too but luckily I realized that and improved the quality of my life harhar.

10) I am grateful that I think a lot, or too much. Although my mind stopped working before in certain moments (hawhawhaw). When I think too much, I get a lot of ideas, some are good and some are not really good. But ideas will lead to later ideas and later ideas and better ideas and better ideas..haha you get the idea.

11) I am grateful that I am capable of writing long essays. If I am not, my mind would have probably blown up from the unexpressed words that keep accumulating especially when anything out of the ordinary takes place.

There was one episode from the ‘My Name is Earl’ series which was about writing. I love that episode, because of the message and the way they depicted each of the character’s ideas. One was writing about her dream to become a latin soap opera heroin, the title was something along the line ‘The women with endless tears’ or something. So in that imaginary soap opera of hers, she would cry every time anything happened. There was tears of happiness, tears of sadness, tears for every occasion!

12) I am grateful that I am willing to explore a lot of things. Through that I discovered that I have a lot of talents. People should do that too. You will never know until you try. I discovered I could sing/dance when I was in KL. I joined the choir and I was dancing to the tune of MC Hammer 2 Legit 2 Quit at the age of 8 or 9 years old, doing the same choreography. I discovered I love musical instruments when I was 11, in the Musics class. I played the recorder every day and my mother would scare me by saying that I would invite the snake into the house. I played a lot of songs using the recorder, KRU’s Mengerti, Queen’s Champion, Europe’s Final Countdown, my God, so many, I was so absorbed by it.

13) I am grateful that I’ve learned how to be grateful. I owe it to a lot of occasions and people. To the people that taught me how, I wish you would get all the best things that this life and the life after could offer. Hopefully I would be able to stay grateful for it makes me feel I am ready for anything. In my career, I am not yet where I want to be, but everything is satisfactory ūüėČ . Alhamdulillah.

There’s a lot more that I wanted to write, but considering the length this entry has already reached, you lovely readers should get the gist of what I am trying to say. Haha it’s like turning on the flash light in broad daylight!

We are all blessed in ways that we could never imagine. Difficulties are keys to finding your strength, your potentials, and more importantly, yourself. Have a great day everyone! Be grateful! The end

Teaser Teaser

The Blessed all along chronicles is coming to an end. By end, I mean, about to finish. About to reach the point of realization. The end itself will define the point of the whole chronicles. I therefore will not rush to publish it. This is one ending which I need to properly plan so the flow is fluent and the message is clear. Let those who read it shall find a new way of appreciating and enjoying every emotion with which we are  showered  everyday and yet we are so blinded to their existence because of factors beyond our control. Hopefully what I would write would contribute to gaining control of the control-able (s) in our every day life.

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Not now ūüôā

 

 

Blessed all along (part 4.4)

After rereading what I wrote about my university years, I would say I have been unfair in saying that those years were totally dull. I’ve joined the UiTM Paragliding Club as part of a collaboration between the Engineering Faculties (Mechanical and Electrical) with the Sports Science Faculty. I’ve done it twice. The first one was at a dam near Batu Caves, I forgot the name. The second one was somewhere in Kuala Selangor. The chairman of the club, a girl, got stuck on top of one of the mangrove trees and we had to go and rescue her. The tree was like 3-storey building tall and the tide was coming in. I did not want to think what were the things that were wriggling in between our toes underneath the water, the mud, I just focused on the task at hand. We had to be fast as the sun was going down, and the squirming and the cold, the gooey stuff didn’t help in alleviating the situation.

As for me when it was my turn to fly, I landed on top of a roof of a temple nearby the landing field. I blame the wind. Chewah >_> .

Paragliding is an extreme sport which requires supervision of  experts. We were given repetitive trainings and precautions. During launch, one would have to run down a slope of a hill and the rising hot air along the slope would push the wing to expand and propel the person upwards. Control is achieved via 2 tug handles on the left and right side of the pilot which will alter the profile of the wing to help achieve the desired flight path.

*****

A lot were asking me why would I want to go to Miri? Leaving KL and all its glamour, its lifestyle. Well my answer was, I wanted to challenge myself. I’ve worked in a locally dominated environment and truth be told, it was getting old, boring. KLIA was a different story, I love every second being¬† there. Someday in the future I would see myself working there again.

KL lifestyles? Clubbing? Partying? Sorry, call me boring but I don’t do that. Think about it, I worked in a noisy place, my ears were almost constantly assaulted by the blaring of the turbine engines and people expected me to go and torture them some more with the vibrating bass from these clubs? Plus I hate being in a crowded place for no reason. I love music but that is not the way I enjoy it. I listen to the lyrics, the way the emotion of a song is conveyed, the way the bass guitar controls the solidity of the flow, the way the guitar riffs cry the acoustics of the core message, the way the drums amplify each line with each beat, the unknown emotions that it stirs.

*****

Life in Miri is calm. The city itself is clean although not as happening as KL with its gigantic malls, sky scrapping buildings, I would say Miri is a lovable town. Most of the expatriates love Miri. It has a little bit of everything for everyone.

I came here with a new motivation, “Do my best and see what are my unexplored potentials”.

I will not describe my company, its staff and operations because I don’t think it’s appropriate. What I will say is, I am glad that I have chosen to come here because the possibilities for me to further expand my career are actually really wide and promising. The only catch? I have to be away from my beloveds. It’s an agonizing thought sometimes but a man gotta do what a man gotta do. Hopefully in the future, what I picked would contribute to the happiness that I have been searching for. No, let me rephrase that, I will work my hardest to make sure that what I have picked would contribute to the happiness that I have been searching for. I will try my best or don’t try at all.

to be continued…

 

Some of my friends questioned why did I like to hear to the ‘Creep’ song by Radiohead repetitively. Here’s my answer. I couldn’t get enough of the emotion of the song.

The guitars accompanying the song, the voice, and the best part when Thom Yorke cried “RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN”. He was begging the listeners to sulk with him. I couldn’t help it and I have to enjoy the sadness that he was preaching.

Blessed all along (part 4.3)

This week has been a super-fast week. Before I know it, Friday says goodbye and Saturday says hello. It’s good though. I miss KL so much. If there’s no surprise audit or courses in the coming weeks, I might go back for a few days come early Dec.¬† There’s wind of a new shift plan in the pipes, 20 days of working, and 10 days off, hopefully that plan comes true. I missed running near Lake Permaisuri. I miss enjoying coffee at one of the cafes in KLCC whilst watching the crowd. I miss a lot of things.

*****

While reading the young lady’s blog I noticed 3 other blog links which she followed. One blog name caught my eye. So I clicked and I read. The blog was an epitome of humility, tranquility and an unconditional love of one mother for her family. I was surprised to come across a bag of written words which were not ashamed to admit the difficulties of her life before. Her honesty wounded my ego. Her struggle to keep her family happy reminded me why mothers were/are so revered in religions and generic moral concept. Also it gave me another idea why my mother remained strong-willed throughout her difficulties. Mothers, they always have their family first in mind. I am thankful for that.

If she didn’t remain sane, I would have probably ended up a drug addict or some sort of a useless bump crouching underneath a bridge somewhere. Nauzubillah

One thing that I was jealous of whilst perusing the content of the blog was the open expression of reciprocal love between the family members. I was too egoistical to do that. I wanted to learn how. It seemed easy but not to me. I woud learn. In Malay, masih bertatih. The last Ramadhan I managed to initiate the process. It was an enlightenment like no other. I felt refresh. I cried afterward. I was glad that little by little I was beginning to embrace such a nikmat. These blogs taught me a lot: You gotta work for your own happiness and you got nothing to lose by loving your family and expressing it and most importantly be grateful, be very grateful.

*****

Oral exam 2nd attempt. We went through the air legislation again and this time the surveyor was happy and impressed. We went into the technical parts, a few hiccups and he couldn’t accept it. “Awak ni, anak saya dekat New Zealand dah nak habis dah doctorate dia”, he repeated the same story but this time my answer was different,” Dah jalan rezeki saya macam ni Haji, saya terima je lah”. I accepted my defeat and he gave me 2 weeks to prepare for the next attempt. For you readers info, usually for the 3rd attempt, you only need to cover the points which you failed to answer during the 2nd attempt. I promised him that I would come up with the answers for the failed questions.

3rd attempt: He was extremely happy with my answers. I showed him manual references, I mentioned terms which he wanted to hear, I gave him actual situation example. He was happy and pleased. “Sebenarnya, oral exam ni bukan setakat nak tahu betul salah je. Dia nak test your confidence. One day when you are working on the aircraft, you will have to convince the pilot, the crew, the passengers that the aircraft is safe. How to convince? Kalau you sendiri tak yakin dengan diri you?” I gave him my fullest attention. “Oklah, oral dah habis, you tunggu surat je lah”. He shaked my hand and I thanked him for the chance and the wisdom.

A week after my license was issued. For some it might have been an easy road. Not for me. Not for my batch. We had to deal with uncertainties and the wait. My God, the wait. If you asked me, part of being a licensed aircraft maintenance engineer from my experience is you have to be very good in waiting. You gotta wait to be approved for the exam, you gotta wait for your turn to sit for the exam, you gotta wait for the result of the exam (3 months after the exam!), if you failed, you gotta go to step 1 and wait some more, if you passed, you gotta wait for your turn to be interviewed, if you failed…the keypoint is wait. Man, it really was a test of perseverance. Glad I made through that.

*****

Next step, I wanted to travel the world. “Kamu ni betul ke nak kerja kat Miri? Apasal sebenarnya?” my father asked me through the phone. “Wa nak travel the world pa. Banyak tempat wa boleh pergi dengan lesen ni”. “Habis tu bila nak settle down? Kamu kena ingat, a rolling stone gathers no moss”.

“Wa tahu. Wa malas nak pikir dulu benda-benda tu. Jadi jadilah. Lagipun company yang wa nak join ni collaborate dengan international punya company. Who knows pa. “

“Mama tak kisah kamu nak kerja dekat mana wa, tapi ingat who you are. Jangan tinggal agama”.

I was afraid. But due to the lessons I’ve learned I was letting my ambition to be my guidance and my pillar.

And the earth becomes my throne

I adapt to the unknown

Under wandering stars I’ve grown

I ask no one~Metallica (Black Album) Wherever I May Roam (Chorus goes like: “Anywhere I roam, where I lay my head is home)

To be continued…

I was 11 when I learned of the album. I think it was my cousin who influenced me. Lyrically, Metallica is amongst the best.

 

 

 

Blessed all along (part 4.2)

I came to work this morning realizing that I finished off most of the tasks for this week before Aidiladha so I decided maybe I could squeeze in  a new entry today in between paperwork and all that.

I can’t stop thinking of the conversation that I had with one licensed engineer 2 days before. We were chatting about our work, our experience and I found out that he could fly a helicopter too! I was amazed. This was an example of a perfect aviation man. An engineer cum pilot. He told stories of how he used to take his family for a joyride and they would hover near their home in Canada, and how he gave a ‘lift’ to a random guy when he landed near a gas station who was heading the way he was headed. When they landed near the guy’s working place, all his bosses came out and were like astonished because the guy was like a delivery boy or something. What amazed me more was the fact that he had 1500 flying hours for a Bell 206! That amount of flying hours for a helicopter takes a really really long time to accumulate simply because choppers don’t usually travel for more than 6 hours per flight. It all depends on the design, the weather and a chopper is really really an¬† extreme machine with all the stresses, the vibration that it has to endure.

Man, I guess that’s one more thing added to my ‘to-do’ list. I want to be able to take my family for a joyride sometimes!

*****

In preparing for the 2nd oral exam, I read and observed my job like an eagle observing the field for its potential prey. I wanted to absorb as much as I could. I would ask the experienced engineers the why¬† of their actions, the how, the tips and almost every question that crossed my mind. “There is no stupid question in aviation”. A motto I held onto firmly. It’s better to be ridiculed now than to regret for your whole life for doing a mistake which might cost lives just because you felt too big to ask.

With such attitude, I gained trust from my superiors when I worked in KLIA and when I worked in Subang. “Eh Yasser (people called me using that name in MAS) kapal Korea panggil mintak tolong kejap, A330, ko pergi tengok nanti kalau agak-agak tak boleh ko panggil Chew”, asked my Lead Engineer. “Ok, on my way”. The Korean Stewardesses that I saw were beautiful. Just like the ones in the K-Drama. Fair, porcelain skin. “One light is not working near one of the seats at the back. We’ve tried restarting the whole system but nothing”, said the Chief Stewardess. As I was headed there, a voice called me in Malay,”Sini encik”, came from a Chinese stewardess who looked like a Korean.

“Eh, you Malaysian ke?”

“Ya orang Malaysia. Rosak apa ni encik?”

And the conversation went on and on and I bid her goodbye and safe journey.

“You tak mintak no phone dia ke?” an engineer asked me. “Tak, small chat ja”.

“Apa la… Itu chance baik punya pun you tak ambil. You gay ke?”

“Apsal? You ada lelaki yang seswai untuk I ke?” and we burst into laughter.

*****

When I was preparing for the 2nd attempt, I read a lot. When I got tired, I would go for a blog-walk. Just to let whichever brain hemisphere you used for the technical parts to relax and use the other one.

As of that time, I’ve already favourited the blog of the young lady that I mentioned in the previous entry. Her entries surprisingly didn’t bore me. I was drawn to it because of the sincerity that was reflected. She was not trying to impress anybody. She was being herself. For that alone, I was hooked…on to her blog, irregardless of topics.

“Melambung-lambung hati bila baca”. For some reason, this phrase got stuck in my brain. Maybe because of the pleasant imagery that it brought with it; Happy¬† little kids, running across an open field, with model aircraft in their hands, butterflies flying around, birds chirping delightful morning song, a bunch of adults having a picnic, sitting on a¬† red and white checkered mattress with a rattan basket filled with muffins, pastries on the side, and various fruit juices in fancy bottles. Now I’m hungry, seriously hungry.

But back to the topic, I learned that she was happy by being herself. My ustazah once told me, fitrah hati ni suci. If you let yourself follow the fitrah of the heart you will be happy. I was not happy with who I was. I was trying to feed my ego. The thing with ego is, it’s never full. In a way it drives you to do your best but at the same time you will be neglecting the need to respect, the need to love, the need to have empathy, the need to sympathize for those around you, especially those who are closely related.

Through her writings I began to see these truths. The truths that I have been craving to grab.

To be continued…

The lyrics to this song used to haunt me as it spoke of directly what I was trying to do in certain phase of my life. But as the word implies, a ‘phase’ is¬† temporary and it would be a very good teacher if you knew or shown the way¬† on how to tackle it.

 

 

 

Blessed all along (part 4.1)

Aidiladha in Miri is kinda -.-, most probably because my family isn’t here. After the raya prayer, I went to the market to buy me a week’s supply of groceries/food. The weather is beautiful. I drove back using the road along the coastal line whilst listening to Sugar Ray’s album…”Someday…when my life has passed me by, I lay around and wonder why you were always there for me..”. Man, need to get me one of those convertibles…Wayfarer+Convertible+Beautiful Sun+Beautiful Sky+Sugar Ray’s+The wind in your hair=Blissssssssss.

*****

After I failed my first oral exam, I was lost. I blamed almost everything for the ‘misfortune’. I was unable to accept the fact that I failed. Failure was something I rarely encountered. My ego was as big as it could be. “It was never my fault”, my mind would tell me.In front of people I would act as if the failure never affected me in anyway.

My attitude towards work never changed. I was doing something which I loved. My mother would ask me, “Bila lagi Wa?”. I never answered because truth was I was scared. I didn’t have the answer. I was mad as heck at the surveyor. I joined the program end of 2004 and it was nearly the end of 2009. “Awak dah boleh jadi doctor kalau awak ambil medic. Anak saya dekat New Zealand dah nak habis dah doctorate dia, sebaya awak la”, said the surveyor during my first oral exam. I looked at him and didn’t say a word. Rasa nak terkam. Was he trying to motivate me or was he telling me that I should stop? I was angry.

End of 2009, I submitted my application for a re-exam. My attitude never changed. I was thinking I would nail this one and get it over with. Also at the same time, I began reading blogs or blog-walking (as some called it) because I started writing one again. I wanted ideas. I came across a lot of blogs which were either of teenage angst, adults who lost their identities, people who were full of themselves(ceh macam bagus je gua) and a lot more which didn’t really give me any “lightbulb-on-top-of-my-head-going-ting!”

Then one day, on FB, I saw my friend who just¬† ‘Like’-ed an unknown profile which gave preview via a picture of a very beautiful lady. I was intrigued, she didn’t look like a Malaysian and yet her name was very Malaysian. I thought, this must be one of those hoax profiles. Then I clicked the picture which lead me to a fan page of that lady. Turned out she was a blogger. At that time, her total fans were around 12k+. “What gives?”I read her info and clicked one of the links and began to read.

to be continued…

This song was popular around the end of the 90s era if I remember correctly.

 

Blessed all along (part 4.0)

I met my long lost aunt in Shah Alam when I was in the 2nd or 3rd semester in UiTM I think. She is my father’s only sister. Not a day passes by without me thanking Allah for giving me the chance to know and to meet her and her family. I still remember when I was little, during one of my family’s visits to her house in KL, she insisted that I called her “Ibu”. I can’t recall much of the memories that we’ve been through together except for that visit to Zoo Negara. She was as how I remembered she was when I first met her in Shah Alam,”Cium pipi dulu…”. Gentle and loving.

Edit: 16th Nov 10, I desperately need a grammar police. My mind tongues are intertwined already.

*****

After I got my diploma, I was praying so hard for the private school which conducted the trainee aircraft maintenance engineer program to open up recruitment. Everyday my mother would nag about how stubborn I was. How blinded I was to today’s need to have a degree in hand. I just kept quiet and there sometimes would be war of words and I usually would end it up with, “Mama tunggu je lah, nanti wa buktikan. Wa cuma perlukan restu je”.

“Kita dah terima resume awak, mungkin bulan 12 nanti ada recruitment. Kami pun buka recruitment kalau ada permintaan dari mana-mana company in the industry”, said the young lady’s voice on the phone to me. “Bulan 12? Kalau macam tu saya masuk degree dulu la”, I answered. And so I got the offer for a degree program in Mechanical Engineering in UiTM Shah Alam and registered in July or somewhere around that. It was just because I wanted to please my mother’s heart. Before that I have been scouting for any TAME program around Malaysia, but failed to find any that was convincing enough. I could have joined MAS program but the duration was ughh…5 years. I was also looking for means to continue my studies in the aerospace design industry. I have been playing ping pong mails with Embry Riddle University in the US and also the Wichita State University. But there were just too many requirements especially at that time if you were a muslim, they would investigate your details down to the colour of the underwear you were wearing.Tapi tulah…saaaayaaaaaaang sangat nak tinggal aviation. I would do anything to stay in this industry.

*****

There I was in the degree program, studying reluctantly, always finding the faults in the ways the program was conducted. I wrote about it before in this entry. So I am not gonna repeat what I’ve written before.

Let’s jump to the day when I first went for my oral exam for the license. For those who are not in the know, the oral exam would only be conducted once you passed the written examination which consisted of 4 essays and hundreds of multiple choice questions. The passing mark? 70% for essay and 75 % for the MCQ.

Surveyor: “Orang mana?”

Me: “I was born in Perak, so yeah orang Perak”.

Small insignificant chat here.

Surveyor: “Who wrote the Airworthiness Notices?”

The problem with me was, I liked to think too much and interpreted things into too many interpretation.

Me:”The law? well it should be based on what the people want then…”then he stopped me

Surveyor:”No, no who wrote it? Direct question.”

Me: “If that was a direct question, then it would be the Director General”

Surveyor: “How do you know?”

Me: “It’s written down on every page at the end of a notice?”

Surveyor: “Betul ke? Jom kita check. Hah nasib baik betul!” he smiled a wicked smile

The exam didn’t touch any technical aspects at all, we were talking about the air legislation for an hour and at the end of it all,”Awak ni tahu, tapi tak cukup tahu. Macam awak nak pergi Penang, tapi bila sampai Taiping, awak cakap Taiping tu Penang. Macam la jugak kalau awak nak masak Mee Bandung, awak kena cukup bahan baru jadi! Macam ni lah, saya bagi awak 3 bulan, lepas tu awak apply balik then we will call you back for another oral”

“3 bulan?? Tak boleh ke pendekkan lagi Haji?”

“Ehh study betul-betul 3 bulan tu” that was how it was. You failed, wait another 3 months and then reapply. Not re-attempt.

I didn’t really listen to what he was mumbling afterwards. I was angry because it was Ramadhan 2009 and I was hoping I would get to celebrate the raya as a Licensed Aircraft Maintenance Engineer. I went through sleepless nights of reading manuals, notes, past questions. That raya was the worst for me. I refused to celebrate it because I failed my first attempt. I didn’t even go anywhere, just the mosque. I felt as if the whole world, the fate were against me. I almost lost it. The pressure was far greater than when I was about to sit for PMR or even SPM.

That surveyor, heh, a fierce Overseer, guardian of the gate to the world of the aviation maintenance industry in Malaysia. One of the reasons why the local LAEs are sought after world wide.

While waiting for the exam, I was working with MAS in KLIA. KLIA is a wonderful working environment. It’s an international working environment. I’ve met stewardesses, engineers, pilots from various countries and most importantly I’ve worked on a lot of types of aircraft. Amongst these aircraft, the one type that I loved the most is the Boeing 777-200/300. Hence my username anwar777. Maintenance wise, it was the most maintenance friendly of all the aircrafts¬† that I’ve worked on. I loved the design, the maintenance interface, the…everything.

to be continued…