Sweet November

Bismillah. 

Finally, I have got the chance to sit down properly in front of the computer and do some writing.

Okay. Quit blabbering. Since this is one of my medium to record things that happen in my ordinary life. Today, here's the new entry.

Alhamdulillah, all praises goes to the only one, Allah Al Mighty. There are a few good things that has occurred and another will occur in my life. 

My career seems to give me way for the past few weeks. Honestly, after a really long 'climbing' and 'holding' on, I would have to admit, to stop right there and leave would be the easiest way out. Then again, that is what most people do. To search for a comfortable and safer zone. I won't lie that I did think of giving up like many times. Only God knows. But I did not want to be just another person who giving up. Life is not easy and we all know that. I just thought that if I could not make it here, then how am I gonna survive other place? So, I tried and worked hard for it. Prayed hard too. Self motivating was what I did excessively. Until just then, it fall right in front of me. All my work, hardship, pray and patience has been answered. Alhamdulillah, this month has witnessed a step up in my career. And million of thanks goes to the people around me. You guys had no idea how each and everyone of you had inspired and made me think and ponder on life. :)

Another thing is I am gonna do what I always love to do. Travelling! InsyaAllah, in 3 days time, I will be on a jet plane. And the place I am gonna conquer is actually has been in the family list of places to go for quite some times. Dad has expressed his interest to visit this country since I was like 19 years old. And now, insyaAllah, we are close to that. Preparation and packing has been running loosely for the past two months. Hopefully, Allah let us explore the part of the world that he created. Hoping for a safe and smooth journey too. And mostly importantly, to add value to oneself after returning from the trip.

Sahih International

O mankind, indeed We have created you from male and female and made you peoples and tribes that you may know one another. Indeed, the most noble of you in the sight of Allah is the most righteous of you. Indeed, Allah is Knowing and Acquainted. - Surah Al Hujurat, verse 13

Indeed.

May we all be in His guidance and circle of iman and taqwa. Ameen.

Stay positive and have faith in Him

Have a sweet november, dearies! :)

One of many Thursdays.

Bismillah.

Last Thursday, my office department threw a humble eid party although it is kind of late to do it after a month of Syawal. Well, it does not matter. One of the reason is to share the joy and festive food with our non Muslim friends. So that morning, I prepared something to add to the table as cold dessert. I made a fruit cocktail in custard sauce which is my family all time favourite dessert. Learned the recipe from mom. She used to do it in when she was in US.

 

Since my car is no good to transport me to train station for the past few days, I had to leave house earlier to get a ride from my dad to the station. Got up early morning to iron my mom's baju kurung and ran to the kitchen to heat up the evaporated milk. Dashed to shower at half past seven after dad reminded me that he was going to shower and have to attend a meeting first thing in the morning. Luckily my sister were there helping me stirring the milk constantly while I was getting dressed. It was a rushy morning I can say.

 

At the station, I realized that I left my phone in the kitchen. Cool. I was thinking to go back home but I told myself that  maybe I could survive the day without it. So, I stepped into the train without fourth or fifth thought. Went to work as usual and continued with feast in the evening.

Alhamdulillah, everyone was happy and full and I can see the whole bottom of my fruit cocktail container. :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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An hour before I left office, I called my mom to inform her to pick me up at the station later.

 

When I reached my station, I did not see any familiar car. I was getting worried if my mom forgot or fall asleep. So I looked for telephone booth. There are three telephones there. I was delighted and excited actually. I had not been using public phone for more than ten years. Thank god they are there when I truly need them. I went to the first phone and picked up the receiver only to know the telephone was dead. So, I went to the second one. It was dead too. I tried the third and last telephone and fortunately, it is working. I put the coin in and started dialling. I waited but heard nothing except the phone screen keeps on showing 'insert coin'. I inserted more coin but still getting the same direction from the phone. Darn. The phone is broken too. Ya Allah. Why has not anyone go and fix these phones? No one ever reports or complains? Maybe we are depending less on public phone that we could not care less to get it fixed.

 

I wandered around the station looking for someone to borrow a minute of their mobile phone. Hmm, it was not so easy to pick anyone there. Most had tired look on their faces and some got the 'stay-away-from-me' look. I asked from a woman who sells wafer at the booth however she claimed that she got no balance credit on her phone. I kept on looking and saw a young girl standing at a corner of the pavement facing the parking area. She was playing with a cat with her feet. She was smiling to herself. I was too when I saw her and the cat. I knew she would be my saviour. Bismillah. I walked up to her and asked for help. She immediately handed over her phone to me in less than ten seconds. I made that one important call quickly and returned the phone. I offered to pay for the expense, but she refused. I thought that I had to do some explanation before I get to use her phone. But I was surprised. She understood my situation and responded without a delay. She helped me without hesitation. Not a single question. She exceeded my expectation. I was so grateful and thanked her many times. How lovely the girl is. Then, we introduced ourselves. Not long that her family came in a car to pick her. I can see her small brother and sisters. I waved her good bye and secretly made a doa (prayer) for her. May Allah bless her and her family and that she would get the same help she did to me when she needs it. Ameen.

 

“Whoever relieves a believer from a distress of this life, Allah will relieve from him a distress on the Day of Judgment. Whosoever brings ease to a believer who is in difficulty, Allah will bring ease to him in both this life and the next. Whosoever conceals the shortcomings of a Muslim, Allah will conceal his shortcomings in this world and the next. Allah will always help a servant as long as that servant helps his brother.” - Prophet Muhammed s.a.w. (pbuh)

 

P/s: Today, how about being someone else’s silver lining? Relieve someone’s distress, bring ease to someone’s heart, and help someone, as the Messenger of Allah (pbuh) taught us.

 

Happy weekend everyone! (:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why do you go to work?

Bismillah.

 

They always ask why do I want to work where I work now when I first started. And my answer would be, "I want to learn and gain experience". Whereas most of people at my place would answer, "It is all about the money" and "The unlimited earnings", "Ability to gain seniorship based on performance" bla bla bla..etc

Someone even told me that my initial reason won't stay long and I would have the same reason as majority. Now that it has been almost six months, I doubtlessly admit that I still hold my old same reason which is "To learn". :) Yeah. I learnt and I am still learning and I will not stop learning until I achieve my goals or targets. Kudos to me!

However, I won't deny that the major reason for everyone is becoming my secondary. Darn! haha. I need it too. Atleast, it is worth and would great for my savings though I'm living with my parents. Savings that I hope would help take up half of wedding expenses and could fund my unlimited travelling wants. Ameen to this and that.

But tonight, I realized another reason that I think should be one of my priority of working. One that I never think of. I'm writing this down in a resort room, somewhere in the outskirt of town as I'm following my dad's office family day. The company staffs is on a meeting now. The staffs' family are on their own. Free to do whatever they prefer to do tonight.

I have been following my dad's office family day since I was little as he had been with couples of private and multicultural companies. But this time, yes, I realized how different it has be from the previous ones. This time, I witness something new in the family day itinerary;

7.30 pm : Maghrib prayer in jama'ah....bla bla bla..and then,

6.00am : Subuh prayer (jama'ah)

...and the same goes on and on..

The company where my father works is a multicultural  British-acquired company So, to see something like that in itinerary is like impossible. But now that it's happening. MashaAllah.

I realized and get to understand something tonight.

That every Muslimin and Muslimah should have another goal in the career which is to hold higher position in the hierarchy or organization tree. By having this position, you will have the ability to do some necessary changes. Probably for majority, this means nothing. But it means world for me. Yes, probably for Islamic company they have this already. For government body or Government-link company they might have or might not have. But for a totally MNC, I don't think so. At least not on papers.

So, witnessing this in an MNC, with the knowledge that this changes happen because the highest position in the organization is being held by a Muslim, there nothing more that I could say rather than, Alhamdulillah! (All praises to Allah). When you are at the top of management, you will have the power and the ability to lead people under you. The power to lead and influence people to become better. Not just to promote a productive employee, but also to lead and inspire them in becoming a better Muslim.

I hope that this will continue and more good practices will be adapted, sooner or later.

I really hope that my workplace would have this too. Well, that is my part and other Muslim colleagues at my company to do.

May we all have the same mission in achieving career growth or climbing the corporate ladder. To earn good money but never to forget our duty as one of the khalifah in this world, even at your workplace. Spread the word, peace and love of Islam. Work because of Allah. Lillahi ta'ala. Ameen to the very this.

A quick show up

Bismillah.

My apology for vanishing into thin air for quite some time. I have been ‘wearing’ the status of career woman for about a month and a half and hoping for many months to come. The work is tough. It’s harsh. It’s so much pressure. Yet, I’m learning a whole lot than I know. I become more aware. More proactive. And more clear of what I should be doing. And I like of what I am becoming. It’s a self-development I am talking about. I believe anyone would feel good having to realized how they have gone one or couple steps ahead from where they started. Alhamdulillah. All praises to Allah for giving me the will to stay despite the fact that it is so difficult for me to stay and keep going. To my beloved father who has always be there to check on me every night before he goes to bed to see if I am doing alright. Many thanks to the rest of family members who always being supportive and positive when my colleague’s family suggesting her/him to resign. Alhamdulillah for whatever reasons that make me breathe till this second. J

Okay. This is sounding like a novel author expressing his acknowledgement. Haha.

Actually, I wanted to post something on travelling as I was looking at old pictures of what could I write on. Well, seems like there are a lot of things to be blogged about. This year has marked as the most travelling year for me. Coming from Asia Pacific to the Europe region. And back to Southeast Asia. Alhamdulillah. So, I wanted to remember all the awesomely great time I had by writing them down. But I need ample time to write them. My take home work has always filled my free time now. Thank god I managed to finish them early for this weekend. That is also the reason why I am here now for this short and quick posting. Before Sunday starts again and work begins.  Yeah. Probably, not in this post. Next time, then. InsyaAllah.

May we all be in the circle of Allah’s guidance and blessings.

Tagging along

Bismillah.

For this three days onward, me and my sister are going to stay longer accompanying my father for he is attending IBM's invitation.

 

This IBM's event of Business Partner Advisory Council 2011 are held in Hotel Intercontinental Asiana Saigon. According to father, this annual event is for the purpose of sharing and giving the picture of how information technology is currently progressing in the West. Therefore, IT solution's company in Asia could stay updated and anticipate of what will come in the future.The best thing for this event is that, everything from flight tickets, hotel and food will be accommodated by IBM. Me and my sister, kami tumpang sekaki la! :)

Ayah, thanks for tagging us along. Love you. :D

Aung Lang Syne, my dear.

Bismillah.

14^th of April 2011

I brought some chocolates and some presents to the office this morning, planning to give something sweet and memorable to my colleagues as tomorrow will be my last day in Teloptic. As I arrived at the office quiet early, I hid the paper bags under the table hoping that nobody saw it. My original plan was to give some of the chocolates today and some other tomorrow. Then, after lunch I made my way out from my department since the first ‘victim’ was the cleaner, lovely old women by the name, Fadila. So, I went to the production or the factory which is located behind the main office building. Unfortunately, she wasn’t there. I went back to office building hoping to bump into her later. As I walked to the entrance, there she was, emptying the trash. I approached her and as usual, we exchanged smile. That’s what we always do everytime we see each other. Fadila could not speak English and I could not understand Bosanski. It was so complicated and frustrating because I like her so much and would love to speak with her. She never forgot to give me a smile even from a distant. And she even cleaned up my mess when I was sick and throw up on the floor in the toilet. So, today, I wanna say something to her. This time, I brought along a small paper where I wrote some short speech (Thanks to Google Translate!) and gave it to her. So, she took it and read it. After a moment, she looked at me with tears in her eyes. “No. Please don’t cry because you will make me cry too.” And I handed over keychain from Malaysia to her. This time we cried together and the next second, I realized we were hugging each other. :’) Then, she says something in Bosanski and I understood that she wanted me to call someone who can translate for her. Okay. So, together we walked to the nearest department where my friend, Mersiha was in there. I called her out for a second and she did the translation for us. Among all things that Fadila said to me, one thing that I remember the most is that she takes care of me because she knew I was all alone there and my family was far away. :’) That’s very sweet and kind of her. 

After thanking Mersiha for ‘connecting’ us, I went to the toilet to wash my face. Alamak! Look at my eyes. Bengkak! I told myself to smile so that it won’t be too obvious that I cried. Smile. Smile. Smile.

Then, I headed to my department and sat at my desk. I just stared at my computer and tried to do some reading but I my eyes started to get wet slowly. I wiped it and turned back to the screen and scrolling the cursor up and down without any direction. Suddenly, a colleague of mine who sat beside me, Haris came to his desk. When he was about to ask me something, my eyes started again to tears. Ayoyoh. Ini mata dan hati banyak lembot and lembik la! I heard Haris said something and I just ahha-ing at what he said without even looking at him. Then, he asked me to look at him. No way I'm gonna do that because he will see that I had tear in my eyes. He insisted and I refused. After that, he stood and said something and left! *sigh* What a relief. I looked for my tissue and wiped my tears. That was close as I told myself.

After about 5 mins, I noticed that Seid came in, followed by Adisa, and Alma, Andrea, then there were Mersiha and lastly Haris and Mirnes. Marina edged in a few seconds later. They were all stood in a curve-shaped facing me. At first I was confused and staring at each of their faces with big question mark on my face. Apahal ni semua datang pandang-pandang? )  (0_O)

And I realized that all of them were smiling and by the time Mersiha stepped forward, I saw she was holding a green paper bag and immediately I knew what this were all about. This time my eyes really had no mercy on me. They flushed out tears as many as they can. (T_T) Once I got to pull myself together, I thanked to each of them for the present. Just so you know, if you received a present here in Bosnia, you are expected to open the present infront of the person(s) who gave it to you. So, I opened the paper bag and took the first thing I saw.

A traditional slipper for women. :’)  What a beaut!

According to Mersiha, they wanted to give the present tomorrow but since they were giving slipper, they would like to see if it fits me. If it’s not, then, they could return and change it today. And she confirmed 8 as my size and I said yes, it is my size. And suddenly it popped into my mind, “How did she know my feet is 8? We never spoke about it as I can recall…”  TINGGG! Now, I remember. “Harisssss!!!” Immediately, Haris ran out from the office! HAHA. No wonder he once asked how we Asian find shoes here as Asian size are smaller. And he knew I was going to say something about how I bought shoes and boots here. I did mentioned my size back then. J The shoe fits me perfectly, though. J

Then, I took out the second item from the bag. It’s a small book of Sarajevo! Yeay! And it has a CD of Bosnian top songs at the back of it! Wonderful combo! I always wanted to buy a book and CD that contains Bosnian songs before I return to Malaysia. But now, I got it as a present! Alhamdulillah. :D

Next, there was this wooden cube. I don’t know how you call it. They taught me how to open it.

And Tadaaa!

A miniature of Sarajevo town. They said that they want me to always remember Sarajevo city. I'm pretty sure I won't forget as long as I keep my head away from hitting something hard. :P

I tought it was finished but no. The last thing was the card. I disclosed the envelope, and pull out the nicely hand-made card in green. As I read it, I cried at the same time. It was very touchy.Thanks and I love you guys. <3 :’D

There are more presents from other colleuges as well from Samila, Hašim, Fadila, Edin, Šerif, Rusmir and Dzenan. But I think it is best for me to keep half of the story to myself. I love all the presents, really. Hvala velika! (Big thanks!) :D Really appreciate them.

Psstt, I like this one too! :))))

 "J'' is pronounce as "Y" in Bosanski. So, it is Yasin.

15^th April 2011 (Finale)

These are sneak peak on my last day of internship in Teloptic;

With the microbiologist and lab assistances.

With Diska

With Sabina

With sweet Samila

With Hasim, who gave me the Yasin.

With Adeja, food technologist

With them! Sorry. I never  successfully figured out their names. :P

With lovely 'mommy', Fadila <3

With Edin 

With Andrea

From left;  Mirnes, Haris and Alma

"Come and sit here" :)

Always my lunch partner ;) From left; Adisa, Mersiha, me, Alma and Andrea. 

As lots of people said about Bosnian, it's easy to like them. It is indeed, true. I will always remember all of you. Thanks for having me as part of Teloptic. Till we meet again, insyaALLAH..

Sarajevo Business Forum 2011

Bismillah.

On 6^th April 2011, Sarajevo hosted an outrageous international event which was held for three days. Sarajevo Business Forum (SBF) 2011 was the second this year since it is just started last year. My friend and I were very lucky since we got the chance to witness this international conference which gathered investors from all around the world. At first, we thought that we would sign up for volunteers for the event but unfortunately it was already full. It was a bit frustrating but then when my company told me that they are going to be part of SBF again this year, I jumped happily.  (I was not really jumping, just in my mind). Teloptic was going to open its booth and promoting their product line. And when I asked my supervisor to volunteer during SBF, he simply says, “Sure, why not. You are going to be a volunteer for Teloptic” Thanks, Mr Serif!

The first day involved only people from local government. On the next days, investors started to crowd Holiday Inn, a hotel, which was where it was held. Mr Serif told me again that he wanted me to come just for an exposure. Nothing heavy as what he was doing there like meeting and persuading international investors. He wanted me to walk around and see things and people. I was grateful because that was exactly what I wanted to do and he was like reading my mind. =’) And yes, I really enjoyed the day. Meeting people was what I did the most during the event.

Teloptic booth, MILKOS products

With another volunteer for Teloptic

In the conference room

The press and media

There were several very important persons (VIPs) that my friend and I met especially those from Malaysia such as:

Dato’ Ar Haji Esa bin Haji Mohamed, a renowned architect who was responsible for the building of Putrajaya, KLIA and more.

Dato' Haji Esa Mohamed and his Bosnian Australian wife.

We also had the opportunity to sit and talk with the Chief Minister of Melaka, Datuk Seri Mohd Ali Rustam

Also included delegation from Khazanah Nasional Berhad, Tabung Haji Malaysia, Amanah Raya, and PKNS.

We also met the president of Bosnia and Herzegovina, Mr. Bakir Izetbegović

And also the speaker for the forum, Mr Sami Zeidan from Al-Jazeera English. It's more interesting since Al-Jazeera has now open their new headquarter in Sarajevo for Al-Jazeera Balkan. You can read more by clicking > NEWS (Mr Sami Zaidan is wearing orange neck-tie)

We met lots of UIA graduates as well. 

With Nermin and Vedad, -UIA and Lim Kok Wing grad

Mr Linar Yakupov, from Tatar (CEO of IFC Linova) -UIA grad also

Some of my friend even thought that this forum was like UIA Bosnian Alumni! J But, for me it was great to meet UIA Bosnian graduates, because it is nice to meet someone who knows about Malaysia and when they started to talk about how they lived in Malaysia, ate Nasi Goreng USA, ‘teh-O-ais bungkus’ ( takeaway iced-tea), all of us just smiled widely as we did miss Malaysia as they do.

I never think of attending such international event before, let alone in another country. It was a whole new experience for me to be part of this event. Syukran Ya Allah. 

* Credit to Arif and Amalina (BBI) and SJ for the photos. =)

"Zbunjola" Moooo...

Bismillah

Date : 14th April 2011

Time : 8.12am

Location : My desk, Supply Chain Department, Teloptic

I am having my breakfast as I'm writing this down. I'm having my favourite milk chocolate drink "Zbunjola", one of my company's best product. :) and Nestle Fittness cereal bar. I bought them at the company's cafe which only cost me about 1.10KM. Cheap, right? Hehe

Basically, that's what I eat for breakfast if I did not manage to have it at home before I leave the house. Im going to miss my lil fat cow Zbunjola after this. =(

By the way, tomorrow will be my last day here. And I am worried and nervous and i don't know, there are so many things that I feel right now. But one thing that I am certain is that I'm going to cry tomorrow. Hopefully I don't embarass myself much. You know, i hate it, (that's very hard word) to bid goodbye. I mean to say goodbye when you know you will never see him or her or them again. Everytime I am about to say goodbye, in just a second, all good memories that I had with him/her/them come swirling in front of my eyes. And those pictures of good memories seem to be blurry and the next second I realize my eyes and cheecks are wet from tears. I have this strong feeling it's going to be exactly the same tomorrow. 

p/s: Macam mana ni? Hari ni pun dah rasa sebak-sebak je =(

Let's get Loud

Bismillah,

There was one time when I was sitting there at my table, staring at my laptop, while my two colleagues were talking. Suddenly, both of them raise their voice as if they were quarrelling or arguing on something. And believe me when I said I was scared at that moment, praying and hoping they won’t pull each other’s hair or wrestling on the floor. After about 5 minutes, one of them stopped and turned to me and asked,

Haris: “Hey, what’s up?”

I was surprised to see that he was okay in a blink of an eye. So, I asked him carefully,

Me: “Are you okay now? I hope you are not mad anymore”

Now, he looked surprised with his jaw hung open, he asked me back,

Haris: “Huh? Why would I be mad?” 

Me: “I thought you had a fight with Mirnes that’s why I’m asking you that question.”

Haris: “No, we were not. We just had a conversation. I was asking him opinion on something and what I think about it. That is it”

Me: “But you were very loud back there. Both of you. I was afraid you guys might punch each other’s face” 0_o

You know what, he laughed (=_=’)

Haris: “HAHAHA! We were not fighting. We were trying to get our idea across. When we want to be heard, we would say it loudly. Not like shouting but louder. That’s how we talk here.”

Me: “Ah-ha. So, you weren’t fighting. Thank god. Okaay. I will have to get used to it next time.” (^_^')

It’s really different here. I mean comparing Malaysia and Bosnia. We don’t usually say things loudly unless you need to shout when someone couldn’t listen to you. But here, it’s normal. Sometimes when people talk like that, and at the same time someone is talking on the phone, it could be really loud in here. Since I don’t understand them, all I could do is just sit and listen to them talking, pick up some words that I'm familiar with or if not probably I would jot it down and ask for the meaning later. Otherwise, I could just pretend that I’m deaf and let those words vanish into thin air. hehe.

p/s: I wish I could understand Bosanski immediately. I’m going to need a wand and not to forget Miss Hermione Granger to cast the spell for me. Who knows what language it would turn out to be if I did the spell. =)

Life as an internship student in Bosnia

Bismillah,

Basically there are five companies and each company receiving two students. Those companies consist of Bosna Bank International (BBI), Zira ICT (an IT solution company), Teloptic (food industry). Another two construction company are Euro Asphalt and MBI Development.

Could you guess which one is my company?? As fated in taqdir, my destiny is in Teloptic. =) I thought it was a telecommunication company but it’s not. Yes, it was but not anymore. After the war, they have diversified into different business which is food industry. Initially, they started as a drinks producer and eventually into food producer.

I’m gonna tell you how things work here. The office hour starts from 7.30am until 3.30pm. I go to work by car. Someone from the company is driving company’s car and he will give me and another two colleagues a ride every morning.

They usually will have drinks in the morning around 7.30am to 8.30am. Usually it is hot drinks. Anybody would ask everyone the in same room what drinks they would like to have and he or she will come back from the canteen with the drinks. And it’s free. It’s like the treat from the person. It’s nice though. Because we don’t really see people in Malaysia do that in the office. They usually make drinks just for themselves in the small corner or room called pantry. I think I’m going to practice that in Malaysia when I work in the future. And hope that the culture will remain since it’s really nice when someone could get you a drink. Then, the next day, you can treat them back. It’s like everyone are taking turns to treat people. =)

For lunch time, which usually at 10am, they usually make a call to place orders and delivery from the restaurant outside. There is a canteen in Teloptic but there is not much food that they provide. Only bread, bread spread, canned food, snacks, chocolates and drinks. So, each time someone will ask everyone to place their order and someone will make a call for it. Not for the whole company, but only for the department. Usually the menu is bread with meat (beef and chicken), pie, soup or pizza. Since my company is producing their own drinks, so we can get those drinks for half price from the company’s restaurant or so called canteen.

Then, we will all get back to work until the clock strikes 3.30pm. And I will hop on the company’s bus to ride home. The yellow bus as everyone calls it. Hehe. The bus is like ‘bas kilang’ in Malaysia. (I wish I had snapped photo of the bus.) It is just that you won’t find many youngsters in there like in Malaysia since most of them are older people who are riding with the bus. And I’m the youngest of them all. HAHA! =P

Usually I woud reach home at 4.25pm. Yurp. Riding with the bus takes longer time as compared to riding with a car. It takes 45mins. I admit that sometimes I do fall asleep in the bus. Once I thought that I was the only one who slept but I was wrong. As I looked around me, Gotcha! That uncle is also sleeping. Not just him. There was more. That nanny too. Howkaay. So, it’s normal. I am normal. Hehe.

So, that is how my weekday's routine is like.

Vidimo se! (See you)

=)

From Kuala Lumpur to Vienna

Bismillah,

On 26^th November 2010, at 6.59pm, the ten of us flew from Kuala Lumpur international Airport (KLIA) to Suvarnabhumi Airport, Bangkok Thailand. We arrived there about two hours later. Since the transit period only for 3 hours, so we did not go out from the airport. At 11.55pm, we got on plane of Austrian Airlines and flew to Austria. So in the plane, I sat next to my friend, Dayu and the other side of me is a Caucasian lady. I did not have the chance to speak to her. Or maybe I was afraid if she can’t speak English. Just after like half an hour on the plane, the cabin crew started to served food to us. As I was really sleepy, I did not eat the meal. So, the stewardess took back my meal. The lady beside me is another thing. Okay. She sleeps so much like my ex-housemate. This time the women beside me sleep with her legs rested on mine. This kind of unusual to me but still I was able to ignore it. The next hours, I had my drinks on the table, an apple juice to be precise. While I was busy figuring out the screen in front of me, the women unconsciously lifted up her leg and that flipped the mini table and the drink of mine.  Splashh. Oh my. There goes my sweater, pillow and blanket. The water that splashed felt so cold on me. So, I went to the ladies to clean them up. Actually, just my sweater because the blanket and pillow are from the plane. The journey took 12 hours. That is the longest duration I have been on a flight.

At about 5.20am we landed on Austria. And for now, we got 8 hours, so we decided to go out and watch Vienna City. Please make a guess what is the first thing that we observed and we jumped delightedly afterwards? S.N.O.W. Yess, it is! It was snowing! :D We wandered around and bumped into a morning market.

 After that, we went into a café to take our breakfast. I had butter croissant and hot chocolate. That cost me €3.69 which is about RM15.70! Haiyoh!



Vienna City



Then, we headed back to Vienna International Airport (VIE). While waiting in the boarding room, I’ve got the chance to connect to the Wi-Fi. J Around 12noon, we flew to Sarajevo.

We arrived Sarajevo International Airport around 2.15pm and greeted by the embassy staff.

We were droved to our house at Ljubljanska. One of the staff of the embassy made us kind of lunch box. Steamed white rice, chicken curry, fish fillet with chilli paste and fried cabbage. Alhamdulillah. Tuan Haji Badli, one of Malaysian worker here advised us not to sleep until 10pm. So, we try our best not to fall asleep by getting ourselves busy. Unpacking is the best thing that I did. After one hour I could not hold on any longer, so I slept. I was the last person to go to bed on that day. And it was only 7.30pm. So what. hehe. Hello. I'm having jetlag over here. ;)