Re: Flight Reminder
This is a reminder email about your forthcoming flight about 14 days from now. This reminder email is for your information only. No action is needed from you.
PNR: IRSPLG
Number of pax: 2
Insurance Policy: None
Flight Itinerary:
- SIN-HKG 3K 691 04 Nov 2008 0640 1025
- SITI NURULJANNAH BAHARUDIN – 14A
- SARINAH KADIR – 14B
- HKG-SIN 3K 696 07 Nov 2008 2015 2350
- SITI NURULJANNAH BAHARUDIN – 14F
- SARINAH KADIR – 14E
Only two weeks to go? But wait, I have NOT:
- planned an itinerary
- thought of what to bring, how much currency (HKD) to buy
- bought travel insurance
- booked a hotel room
Not to mention finish my last assignment of the semester (due in one week) AND study for exams! Looks like I won’t be sleeping much on the eve of the trip. Tsk tsk.
Another buddy at work leaves the company today, to return to his home country possibly for good. Just over a year ago I was having a hard time understanding his heavily accented English, but after sharing a cramped cubicle for months, we became fast friends, sharing many a good laugh. I remember introducing mee bakso to him at the foodcourt we frequented for lunch, and he liked it so much he ate it for two days in a row. Even after I moved back to the company office, we still had to work with each other closely. Come to think of it, he’s the co-worker I’ve spent the most time speaking to on the phone – ever! Haha. And still we would chatter away whenever we met up at the occassional company function or at team get-togethers.
So many memories.
You will be missed, buddy.
Khidhir’s 3rd birthday fell on Sunday, and we gifted him with a bicycle. Not a tricycle, you understand, but an actual (albeit miniature) bike complete with a basket, a carrier thing at the back & inflatable tyres! The next morning, his mum reported that he was zooming all over the house as soon as he’d gotten the hang of riding it, ringing the bell non-stop & annoying the heck out of his parents. Threats to remove the bell backfired when he simply switched to shouting “Riiinnngggg! Riiinnngggg!” as he flew around on his new mode of transport. Haha. Trust Khidhir to never shut up.
On Monday morning, he leapt (yes, LEAPT) onto my bed while I was still asleep, telling me all about how he sang “Happy Birthday” & blew out candles on his Thomas the Train birthday cake the day before. I asked why he didn’t bring some cake for me, and his reply was that it’s “only for Mummy, Abah & me to eat”. Cheeky little monkey.
It still continually amazes me how effectively bilingual he is, at three years old. By “effectively bilingual”, I don’t just mean that he knows the Malay/English equivalents of most words, but he could relate a story to me in English, and then later tell the same story to my granny in Malay. He knows when to switch languages depending on whom he’s speaking to.
Nowadays, whenever I catch him doing something he’s not supposed to, he’d sneak a look around to make sure his disciplinarian (i.e. my mother) isn’t within hearing distance. Then he’d offer a conspirational “Shhh!” indicating that I shouldn’t tattle on him. Sneaky little monkey.
First day of Eid was so-so. I guess it could be attributed to the fact that I haven’t been in the best of moods these days. I’m finding it hard to get excited over anything. Maybe I’m just getting old.
But still, I treasured the day. After all, when else do we have four generations of family members gathered under one roof. When else can we meet all those relatives we only see once a year. And when else do we get down on our knees & ask for forgiveness from our elders. To me, the best thing about Eid is that it makes you feel thankful for what you have. Family members around you, a roof over your head, a home-cooked feast, new clothes, new furniture & whatnot. As they become part of our normal lives, we take them for granted. I know I do.
Eid Mubarak or Selamat Hari Raya to everyone.