inferiority complex thy suffer…

Al fatihah.
My  atuk passed away peacefully recently, surrounded by family members and relatives.. he’s been bedridden for three days. We’re all waiting for the time to come.
Alas, it did at 7.10 p.m Friday.

The problematic thing is, the day itself falls on the eve of TNB inteview.Naturally, dilemma struck.
Going for the interview sounds a little selfish, not going felt like a wastage.
TNB applicants who made the cut for interview comes in hundreds of numbers, not thousands unlike others. If calculated, the percentage of making through should be higher.Besides, they’re also among  the rare bunches of organizations who’s still willing to send aspirants to UK.

I should note here that i’m not alone though. My sister had been anticipating her Sports Day like never before, she trained THAT hard.I caught her curling up foetus-like in bed early, not her usual self at all, staring  towards the nothingness of the ceiling.
I myself felt pretty bad for her,imagine the feeling when you’e so sure of getting something you want so bad and have it taken away from you so suddenly.

We’re both in the same situation, post-death news. Call us callous if u want to but stopping the feeling seems hopeless.So after a round of Yasin, all of us tucked in quietly to bed.

The story didnt end here.It only just started.

Saturday. 5.30 a.m

MOM: " Bangun, bangun! Kaklong, atiqah, pack ur bags now.Ayah will arrange a taxi 4 u to UNITEN, you and atiqah went back by train tonight.

ME: Hm. ………………. Ha? (Note: Never attempt a full lenght sentence at full speed to those who had just woke up, its useless)

Its not that i  do have a choice, dont i?, So off i was in a jiffy packing my luggage with contents estimated untill Monday.

Saturday, 7.30 a.m

ME: Ayah, the taxi will come at what time?

AYAH: What taxi?

Uh oh. This doesnt sound ok at all. Extreme situation calls for extreme measures.Quick-witted solution needed urgently.

Saturday, 10.00 a.m

ME: Hello? Have u woken up properly yet? Ey, i want to tumpang you to UNITEN . Boleh?

ZOL: Boleh. Wait at Petronas Ulu Klang around 12 something.Ko dah ready ke inteview nih? Bring along all the stuff u print yesterday. Nak baca. Ey, what time is it? I havent had my breakfast yet.Nak kluar la nh.

ME: 10.10 dah. Cook for urself-lah. masak la roti bakar.

ZOL: Takde roti.

Anyway, we end up meeting at Projet on my request. And he did read the materials but for no productive effect.We were nervous like hell. Puteri Helena went for the morning session,and up untill 1.00, she still not coming out from the inteview venue yet.

Suprisingly, TNB made an effort to create an interviewee-friendly atmosphere.After three series of mind-boggling  tests ( which includes bombastic physics terms, impossible vocabularies,an iQ test , a chart and a graph) at a ridiculous span of time, (Think 40 questions in 10 minutes,so expect a lot of hit and runs from me,) we were all huddled in a  small room with magazines, trays of mineral water, a plate of sweets , expensive looking chocolates,and a TV showing a Hindustan movie.(Saif Ali Khan is the hero).
Here, you wait.
One by one,  a name will be called in.

4 panels awaits you.The unnerving situation was toned down by the fact that they were busy making instant coffee when i came in.Questions bombarded at me ranging from transformers to fertility. Please dont ask how does that came about.

In a nutshell, the whole inteview session was okay, except for the zol’s whinings and constant bitching and bantering between him and Oya.
Together, we made our way to the Serdang Commuter station

Saturday, 7.30 p.m. KL Sentral food court

ME: Ok, guys . I have a train to catch at 8.00. See you guys later.Mane KTM Antarabandar ah?

OYA: Ok bye, i want to go for my magrib anyway

ZOL: Ade downstairs. Malas r nak balik.

There i am, baju kurung , court shoes and all, waving to my sister who’s appoaching me.

ME: Knape lambat?

ATIQAH: Waiting for you la!

Oh. i forgot i have to go back home first

Sunday .1.00 a.m . KTM Ipoh

I must admit that sleeping in the train is quite a tricky business. You cannot afford dozing off or u’ll end up in Butterworth.There is no announcement whatsoever or any " Next station, Slim River" thus, everytime the trains slowed down , i forced my self to wake up from my forty winks to check on the station.
We did arrive in Ipoh in one piece by the way. All safe and sound.

many thanks to azlan, for the ride.

P/S: My sister won everything that day, literally, . Olahragawati, olahragawati harapan, olahragawati kelas 1, and broke three school records( 100m.200m and high jump).Now i knew her day does not come to waste, lets just hope mine’s also the same case.

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