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Banggi Tragedy
Dec 3rd
*WARNING! You are reading a super long post, to my standard at least*
It was morning of 26th November, everybody was busy in the house getting ready, because today my dad, mom, Raihana, Nadiah and her husband Roy are going to Banggi Island, North of Sabah, where my dad came from. Rizal and myself didn’t go because of work commitment. Originally Hanafiah and his wife Zaiton would be coming along to but that day he is not feeling well and his wife had food poisoning. So its was just five of them, together with a few of my relative from my mother side, going by 5 cars all together. It was about midnight, I’m about to doze of when I received a phone call from my uncle from my dad side, informing me that the boat that was carrying them didn’t arrived. They were following a normal villager’s boat; very much the same as the one parked next to Pasar Besar KK, at about 4 pm. I have been in this type of boat a few time, mainly because of work. My company have a few project at Banggi Island and at times, I have to go there by these boat. Using this type of boat, you can easily reach Karakit in two hours time, if it’s not full of cargo and have a good engine, but most of the time its three hours. There is one passenger ferry service going to and from Karakit but its limited to one ferry only and during this time of the year, that ferry is always full. My family couldn’t make it to board that ferry because its already full. I think that’s why all of them decided to go using the ill-fated boat. At first thought of the news, I was thinking that maybe the boat was having an engine problem. But then again, you can still get faint signal on your mobile phone and message for help. It was half and hour after that that I have to prepare the worst. My dad was found floating on the sea and the boat had sunk, none of my family member; except for my dad, know how to swim.
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I know what I did this Raya
Sep 25th
Could be I’m getting old, or maybe I’m bored with the same old thing, or maybe I’m just plain jealous of everyone else who could still share something with that special someone, call it whatever you want. I don’t feel the excitement of Eid ul Fitr like everyone else. Seriously I don’t. But I tried to make the best of whatever I have, and be grateful that I can still enjoy it this year.
On the first day of Eid ul Fitr, I spend my time with my family visiting Dad’s old friend at Likas and relatives over at Papar.
At dad's friend place.
Rest in peace Puan Armah Nordin
Apr 27th
I went home early last Friday to find my parents being awfully weird that day. Never had I seen them like that.
“Eh? Kenapa senyap saja ni rumah?” I asked.
“Nenek Uncu kau meninggal dunia sudah” my dad replied.
“Bila?“
“Tadi petang di Hospital Papar.“
I don’t believe this. Only a few months back my grandfather passed away, now it’s her. Nenek Uncu is my grandmother’s sister and from what I heard she was actually waiting turn to do her routine medical check-up when she passed away. She was buried at Tanah Perkuburan Kg. Benoni Papar on Saturday.
I remember when I was just a little boy during school holidays; I frequently went to her house to play toys. I think the toy belongs to her granddaughter; it was a fun toy, something like Lego where you need assemble it to create whatever you want. I really love to play that type of toys, love the assembling part. I guess that why I’m a Civil Engineer now. Building things are like a game to me eh? Because of my enthusiasm playing with it, Nenek Uncu suggested that I come there to play during the day and be back at my grandparents’ house before sunset. At one point I stayed overnight there, stayed with my Uncle Daing, to be woken up early in the morning to find me playing with my favourite toy. Up until today I would be remembered as the grandson who woke up early in the morning to assemble parts of toys.
Oh I do remember that she loves to bake cakes. I love her cakes, especially the icing. I would always see her making the icing, and of course would be the one who will be doing the quality check 
and also in charge in “disposing” the rest of the icing from the enemy hehehehehe. It was a fun memory to me and I’m going to remember her just like that.
Al-Fatihah.
Your baby boy is not retarded and have a perfect lip
Apr 5th
It was a fine day, both of my parents and three very young uncles who were at the back of a Volkswagen Beetle, which dad borrowed from his friend, was on their way back to KK. I was at that time in my mom womb for 5 months, oblivious to what is happening outside of my safe heaven. Back then dad was in the force, was driving fast because he was running late. I think we stayed at the officer’s quarters at Kepayan.
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