Stay 1Malaysia..

With the recent development in the Sosi Disappearance, a lot have been raised about the suspects and some even went to the extent of relating it with racial prejudice. Well this reminds me of something that happened when I was in my first year in university back there in Penang.

During my first semester break, I planned to go back to my hometown Johor Bahru with my buddy Azni. We bought two express bus tickets to JB. On the departure day, it rained heavily, there were flood. We had to take a bus to the ferry terminal, and got stuck in it for a few hours. It was about time for the express bus to take-off from the mainland. We have no time to catch the ferry, but there was another male student who would be taking the same express bus with us to JB. Since he was a lot tougher than us, we asked him to run over quickly to catch the ferry, cross-over to the mainland terminal and get on the express bus that was about to leave. We asked him to tell the driver to wait for us, since we missed the ferry and would be taking the next one.

So we took the next ferry. When we arrived at the mainland bus terminal, our express bus was gone. They did not wait for us, despite the message that we sent through our male friend. We went to the ticket counter to complain, they simply said that we had to buy new tickets, and that they could not help us. We said there were flood and we could not run fast enough to catch the ferry, and we begged to be in the next bus taking-off to JB, since we did not have enough money to buy new tickets. We could not even go back to our campus since we only had less than ten ringgit each. Nobody from the express bus company, cared to help, they kept on asking us to buy new tickets. A few pakciks, makciks, abangs, kakaks and mamats passed by, asked us what was the matter, then walked away. Nobody offered any help.

Suddenly two young Indian guys with helmets in hand, came over and asked us. We told them our problem. Those guys who really looked like mat rempits, offered to help. Of course we were skeptical and scared, but we just tawakal and accepted their help. They gave us fifty ringgit to buy the tickets and also to cover our journey expenses. Then they waited with us for the next scheduled express bus to JB. While waiting for the bus, they brought us to a nearby restaurant and bought us dinner. We actually thought those guys were up to something..but unexpectedly and fortunately they did not do anything funny. We learned that they worked at a factory and both were housemates. We took their house telephone number and promised to pay them back when we come back the next semester. They said we didnt have to worry, they genuinely wanted to help us, and that they were devoted Hindus and must help people in difficulty.

Since we would be departing at night, they accompanied us until the bus took-off. Azni and I were quite shocked with their kindness and also relieved that God helped us in that difficult situation. A month later, we came back to Penang and called them, to meet up and pay back their money. They simply laughed and said it was okay, we did not have to pay them back. They said they were glad they could help and happy that we made it safe. Now, that was genuinely IKHLAS. I could never forget the two Indian guys forever in my life.

There are, actually, some genuinely nice and kindhearted people in this world. So this is a multi-cultural country, this is Malaysia, please preserve the harmony that we have now. Do not even think about initiating a racial tension. Lets compete the healthy way, via education, economy, lifestyle, achievement and many other positive ways. Be 1Malaysia. Stay 1MALAYSIA, forever..InsyaAllah.

The Scariest of all..

Of all the frightening experiences I had..one was the scariest (to me), I felt so scared I had to run!

It was my most recent experience, happened in 2009. I had to attend a meeting held in Penang because the project we were handling was situated on the Island. There were six of us, we came separately from different locations, and were to meet at the venue of the meeting, held at an old and quite established hotel, which was actually just in the vicinity of our project.

I flew alone from Kuala Lumpur, reached Penang in the afternoon, checked into the hotel and met the others, then had a long meeting there. Later at night me and my room-mate had a lovely dinner together at the hotel itself. We were so tired, we opted to stay in.

I was sleeping soundly when suddenly I was awakened by a loud noise beside me..I woke up to find my room-mate shouting loudly as if asking for help. Then my room-mate got up and told me, “I had a terrible dream. There was a woman holding a baby boy. They were crying and asking for help. There was fire around them!!” Believe me or not..I had the same dream!!! We began to feel nervous. I was extra scared because I was having my period and could not do any praying. (Normally once I have checked into a hotel room, I will do my prayers, so that I will feel calm.)

After going to the toilet, my room-mate then resumed sleeping. I tried to sleep but could not. I kept hearing the sound of a musical box playing on and on...I was so sure I was not imagining things. I sat up on the bed and tried to listen carefully, it was the sound of a musical box and I was not dreaming. Suddenly I heard a few knocks on the sliding door at the balcony on my right. I looked at my watch, it was 4.00 am. I dared not look at the sliding door, luckily we had the curtains down. Then I heard footsteps in the corridor outside my door on the left, I heard something being dragged. Could it be the chambermaid and her housekeeping trolley? But it was 4.00 am, and I don’t think anybody will be doing any housekeeping at that hour! Out of curiosity, I went to peep at the door peephole.. there were nothing outside! I ran back to my bed, covered myself in the blanket, shut my eyes tightly and tried to go back to sleep, I managed to survive until sunrise.

The story did not end there. We went for breakfast and met the other four guys from our team. Suddenly one of the guys started it all back..he said, “You guys want to know something? Last night I was alone in my room, watching TV, suddenly I saw a woman walked passed me in my room. I was wondering how come this woman can walked in my room.” Another guy said, “Are you crazy or what? Was your door closed or opened?” He answered, “Closed lah! That was why I am wondering up till now, how??” Alamak! Another guy said he heard some knocks on the sliding door and actually saw a figure standing outside the sliding door at his balcony. He was so scared, so he just closed his eyes and tried to get back to sleep. The other one heard some footsteps in the corridor and another guy had a terrible scary dream that he could not remember. Now..all of us had been disturbed in quite the same way. Was it a coincidence or something really happened there at the hotel? Why didn’t it happen to the other hotel guests, or maybe we simply didn’t know? If IT only disturbed us, WHY us? Was it because Something didn’t like us, because we are developing the surrounding site? Were there really a woman and a boy, maybe they died in a fire at the hotel, or near the hotel? Did they committed suicide? So many questions were in our mind when we walked back to our rooms and prepared to check-out and leave for KL..

To make matters worst for me, I was the only one who had to stay on until noon, while the other five were going back earlier immediately after breakfast. After my room-mate left, I started to pack all my things. Suddenly all the stories from my colleagues about the happenings last night and my own scary experience, emerged in my mind. I started to feel cold and an eerie feeling all over me. I felt goose bumps in my neck, behind my ears and my hands shivered..I was so scared, I felt as if someone was watching me, I dared not look around or up. I kept my eyes down, focussing on my packing. I was actually shivering..

Once I finished tucking everything into my bag, I pulled it over to the door, grabbed my handbag and got out of the room. I was not even able to stand a moment at the corridor, I felt as if something was breathing at the back of my neck, I was so scared, I actually ran along the corridor to the lifts lobby. It was only almost 11.00 am and I quickly checked out of the hotel, and went straight to the airport.

I swear I will never ever set foot in that hotel ever again, not even if someone pay me a big amount to do so. I am so sorry I could not reveal the name of the hotel here in this post, but if you guys really need to know, send me a message. Please give the hotel a fair chance, the occurrences might not happen to you. Maybe the ghost just didn’t seem to like us, or maybe on that particular night, she had a bad mood! hehehe..