The Fateful Day When A Plane Went Missing

Today I woke up to discover that a Malaysian Airlines flight from KL to Beijing went missing. Until the time that I'm writing this it is still not known what happened to the plane. The fate of the 239 passengers and crew on board is unknown.

This has taken me back to a time that I was still married and when my then husband was travelling a lot. There was a period when he was travelling the world often and I could not go with him due to work. 

I remember always having that feeling in the deepest pit of my stomach when he boarded a plane that there might be just that little chance that I might not ever see him again. I know it's irrational but it was still there. I never told him this, not ever. Would it be the last kiss, last hug or last goodbye ? Well obviously it wasn't but looking back the fear was very real.

Weirdly I didn't have a fear of flying. I think if it happened to me it was ok because it would be me that was leaving and not someone I loved leaving me. Ironically that someone I loved left me anyways but that's another story. 

To the loved ones of those on the flight waiting to hear news my heart goes out to you. Never would there be a more desperate time then this. I think news any news at this time good or bad would provide relieve. It's the uncertainty that is the worse.

My Photos

I've been told that I have an eye for photography. I've never been to any classes and I just photograph what I see. The thing is I just love taking pictures.

With my DSLR with my compact camera or even my iPhone. Nothing like the satisfaction of taking a good photo. I guess it's an outlet for my creativity since my everyday life is not very creative. Of course my favourite smartphone app is Instagram 😃.

My version of the Twin Towers.

My favourite subject is the KL city skyline. Must be because I'm in the Construction industry.

Taken on my drive to work. 

My most favourite time is sunset and sunrise. You can find the most magnificent colours at those times.

To me anytime is a photo op. Mostly while in a jam going or coming back from work. 

Aisya Humairah

This is Aisya Humaira she is four and she's the closest thing I have to a child. 

Aisya's mommy is Ms D and I've known Aisya ever since her mommy waited at the hospital for her arrival and brought her home. You see Aisya is adopted. I do not know who her biological parents are. All I know is that she is very much loved by her mommy Ms D. 

Aisya has no father as Ms D is single but whatever love she is lacking from a Dad is made up from all the love she gets from everyone else and especially her number one fan Aunty Lina, me.

What I'm trying to get is to not judge a child from where she comes from or what her status is. A child is innocent and her parents' sin has nothing to do with her. A child is a blank piece of paper that will be shaped by the ones who love her. 

Aunty Lina loves you baby and may you bless everyone you meet with your cuteness.