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Hey I'm back.
Sorry for the hiatus. Had problems with my laptop and my streamyx. Everything's back to normal now. Hope am able to blog often.
Ooooohhh... i really miss blogging. So many things to share but then again the stories are a bit to basi to share for now for example my son first day of school, hilman's first step and my funny and interesting lessons with my students (alright girls i'll try and blog about it soon, i hope).

Anyway back to the title...
I was supposed to be in kelate with the rest of the school staffs for a staff development and a field trip visiting other cluster schools there... okay let's start from the very beginning.

We my quorum and I were among the first of the school staffs to get to know that we're visiting kelantan under this cluster school budget. This was somewhere in January. We were pretty excited, so when it was officially said to the rest of the teachers, everybody began to book their tickets online. Since the principal gave green light to bring family along, i was relieved and eager to take hilman with me as he is fully breastfed. A good buddy of mine volunteered to book the tickets for us online.

She booked for five of us (the quorum) and as I was bringing Hilman along, she needed Hilman's BC number. As I didn't have the number with me and she needed it pronto, i seeked permission to get home to take his BC number. So all was settled, the tickets were booked and we were all set to go. This was done middle of January.

Comes February the talk of the kelantan trip has become on everybody's tip of the tongue by the end of February the conversation of the trip became more heaty as everyone started making plan of the things they would do and buy in kelantan e.g keropok lekor, roti canai instant, tudung and of course silk batik.

Around this time my third child Khairina caught chicken pox, 2 weeks later the disease attacked Dhaniyah. I was worried. Hilman was too young to get the shot and I prayed hard that he would not get it.

Anyway the thought of taking Hilman to kelantan is actually pretty overwhelming as I'll be handling him alone. I managed to get a babysitter for him in kelantan but i still have a lot in mind like bringing the strollers, my electric breast pump, bottled food as he is allergic to dairy product and the fact that him being under the care of a stranger as he is not a friendly baby, i worry that he'll cry uncontrollably.

Our flight was supposed to be on Saturday the 7th of March at 0730 and we'll be coming back on the 9th of March at 1400. That means i'll be leaving home at around 5 in the morning.

Too bad the thing that i worry most became reality.

Hilman had chicken pox and it was pretty bad. So i knew that i would not be able to go to kelantan and that thought saddens me as i would not be able to be with my friends. The doctor gave me 2 days mc and i took one day off as he had fever, very clingy and cried often. It was pretty tiring for me too as i didn't get enough sleep as he was uncomfortable and itching all over. So it was unfair to leave him in this kind of situation and it is unfair to the rest of the kids if i bring him along.

I knew i had no choice and that makes me feel more awful. The fact that i'll not be able to be with my friends and missing all the funnnnn!!! Not to mention that i miss the boat, on the trip to Bangkok end of last year as that time Hilman was too young to leave him behind and I didn't trust the maid.

So on Friday afternoon, i was really down.....as i knew everybody will be busy packing to take off on Saturday morning and i will not be able to join them. My friend told me that they will be thinking of me all the time (when the sleep, eat and poo, her exact words) when they're there. But I was still depressed. I made everyone knew I was miserable (especially hubby, of course). On monday morning after the subuh prayer i told Hilman while nursing him that 'We should be on our way to Kelantan by now dear'.

At around 730 am I received a call. Who would be calling me a this hour? Must be an emergency I thought to myself. It was from my great friend (the one that did the booking) that they missed me too much to get on the flight. I went like "HAH!" Biar betul u all ni! Turned out the tickets that we booked were for the 7th of February instead. They have arrived there at wee hours of the morning and was told such. "So how did you all react to that?" asked I. "We were just dumbfounded" Chris said. I can't picture the faces of other teachers who were supposed to be on the same flight with us. I really really had a good laugh of my life. Never had I laughed that loud on an early morning like that.

I considered myself fortunate, lucky and grateful. Imagine myself with the baby at that hour and being told that you can't get into the airplane because your tickets were on the 7th of February. Ha!ha! ha! Classic right?! I don't feel misrable now but I do feel sorry for them. Not sure how they're feeling right now but one actually had withdrawn RM1000 just to sapu the silk batik from Pasar Siti Khadijah.

What can I say? They just true friends to the core and a friend actually said that they're just out of this world kind of friends. I love them too very much to say the least. ahak ahak.