I have always try my utmost to live a normal, boring and peaceful life. I avoid any exciting activities in my life and I have always maintain a low profile in my life and work. If I am a really rich person, I would have been a kidnapper's dream come true. You can basically chart my activities after one week's observation. My activities repeat in the same cycle every week.
And Mistress of Fate has been kind to me in allowing me to life in a low profile, normal life. No one pulled me directly or indirectly in office politics (maybe they know how useless I am?), no exciting event has ever happened to me in my daily life and all is good... until now.
Well, to be frank it isn't really an event... it's just a narrow miss which if you really look at it, has nothing to do with me.
On 8th March 2014, a MAS airplane went missing during its trip from KLIA to Beijing. And I could have been one of those in the plane. My family, relatives and I were planning on going to a trip to Beijing. And with our usual practice, we would have taken that exact plane to Beijing. Usually, we try to start our holiday as early in the weekend as possible and the 8th March (Saturday) 12.35am flight is totally in line with our normal practice.
As fate has it, my aunt had to celebrate her grandson's birthday, and being the coordinator of the whole trip, she decided that we should take the plane to Beijing on 9th March 12.35am. With that singular decision, we have narrowly escaped what could be the most exciting (not in a good way) time in my life. Taking a step back, come to think of it, if my family were on that plane, that would have been the end of our line. All my other relatives have at least one family member who did not plan to join in our trip to Beijing. Only my family decided to go to Beijing in full force. Our full family would have been gone (though at the time of writing it is not confirmed that there are fatalities in the missing plane).
After hearing the news, the first reaction would be the feeling of relief, but then came the depression. Due to this event, my aunt decided the cancel our trip to Beijing. Understandable, but still a gloomy feeling enveloped me when she called me in the morning to tell me about the decision.
Yes, of course, my condition is nothing compared to the relatives of those who did board the plane, but as with a normal selfish human being, all I can think of is just myself, how it inconveniences me, how embarrassing it would be when I have to tell my boss to cancel my leave, how to face my colleagues when I have redirected them to deal with my "stand-in" during my absence next week.
Yes, I am thankful that I narrowly averted a disaster, but I am really down that the trip that I had planned on going had to be cancelled... so, half empty or half full. I mean, as I mentioned earlier, if one were to take a step back to view on the whole, my trip to Beijing on Sunday morning had nothing to do with the missing flight on Saturday morning, so why am I being punished?
Ah, well... it's just a ramblings of a bored out of mind, useless, selfish human being... don't mind me...
