CNY Holiday

I received many 'sms's, wishing a Happy Chinese New Year. That is the spirit of the Malaysians. We celebrate festivals, doesn't matter whose. We celebrate Thaipusam eventhough it belongs to the Hindus. We celebrate CNY. We celebrate Christmas. Sounds weird? No, it isn't. We brought up in a multi racial and multi cultural society. However, the way we celebrate is different depends on what race you are. I am a Malay Muslim. The way I celebrate CNY or Thaipusam or Christmas is by visiting and wishing friends their very best. Nothing related to religion. I modify the celebration based on my religion. Some people might say that by following the other religion's celebration makes you part of them. (BTW, CNY is not a religion based celebration) I differ. I am wearing cloths the Indians, Chinese, English, Jewish, Arabs wears. That doesn't make me more like them. I celebrate because simply I respect my friends, and it is fun! Its fun to celebrate. I celebrate birthdays. I celebrate anniversaries. I celebrate wins. I celebrate successes. It doesn't make me a Hindu when I celebrate Thaipusam. It makes me feel closer with my Hindu staff and I think I get their respect. Few years ago, I brought back a bagful of prizes on the eve of Christmas. I put everything under a palm tree at a corner of my house, as if the palm tree was a christmas tree, hehe. The tree was decorated with lights and gadgets. The children was so happy. I played Santa Clause. He he. I am looking for opportunity to play the dragon head in Lion Dance. Must be fun! To all my Chinese friends (Arthur, Michael, YB LGE, YB Tian Chua, Wong, TMC, Ooi, PFH, Nam Kiong, Bruce, Wai Ling, Bee Suan, JE, Sim, Ah Pek, Lin, Dolly, Sam, Chin Ngor, Foo, .... many more...) a very happy Chinese New Year. Let us be Malaysians!

8th Anniversary

Today is Amir-Husin Group of Companies 8th Anniversary. We have been through thick and thin, passing through difficulties in building what we have now. It is not a one man effort - it is team effort. The whole family of Amir-Husin. From Amir-Husin Holdings, Amir-Husin Corporation, Amir-Husin Holidays, Puncak Penchala Development, Mikraj Corporation, HMD Techology and Ethical Access. All of us. We are not going to stop here, we want to be here for as long as we can be. To all staff of Amir-Husin Group of Companies, thank you for making these years a wonderful years. I cannot be here without you. Thank you very much!

Go Bollywood!

While surfing, I found this video clip. I like Hindustani songs, particularly the upbeat ones. I remember the time when Kuch Kuch Hota Hai was the in thing somewhere in 1997-98, I keep the cassette of the soundtrack in my car. I love all the songs. Then came Dil To Pagal Hai. I can memorise the lyric. He he. But after that, I loose track of Bollywood's whatabout.

This is Chaiya Chaiya from Dil Se, composed by A.R Rahman, sung by Sukhwinder Singh and Sapna Awasthi. The video was filmed on top of the Ooty train in mountainous area of Tamil Nadu. Amazing dance by who-else, Datuk Shah Rukh Khan.


The following is not an hindustani song. It is a Tamil song but produced also by A.R Rahman. (Ishwary, correct me if I am wrong :-) It is a soundtrack from En Swasa Kaatre. A very lively upbeat dance music. Love it!

What a good start!

2009 starts good, well at least to me! He he. Last night, Meet Uncle Husain won AJL 23 (Indie Rocks!). On 20 Jan, Barrack Hussein Obama will be swearing in as the 44th President of the USA. And here I am, on 26 Jan, we will be celebrating the 8th year of Amir-Husin Group of Companies. Wooo hoooo!

The Power of Play concept

This posting has been long overdue. I wanted to blog on this since we started to compose and design our Power of Play concept, but I was so busy on the ground. Maybe after reading this, people would say, ahh... nothing new. Yes, play is not new, but wait until you attend one of our team building program. You will see the new dimension in play. Most of us think of adult play as respite or indulgence, but having fun is no trivial pursuit. It is crucial to put mental creativity, health and happiness. A reality in the time-crunched, chaotic and competitive world today that somewhere along the way, “fun” seems to have become a four-letter word. Apparently, someone has decided that if employees are being spontaneous, creative, even playful, the real business at hand must not be getting accomplished.

At Power of Play, we see things a little differently. There is a growing mountain of evidence characterizing people who have fun at work as:
· more productive
· more creative
· healthier
· more motivated
· more flexible and resilient
· better able to meet job demands
· more adaptability
· better communication skill
· enthusiastic
· solution oriented

Why is ‘play’ such a wonderful learning tool
1. Involving. The best way to learn new skills is through action -- actually doing things.
2. Low Risk. Play offers participants a safe environment in which to explore, risk, try new ideas and make mistakes. Columbus was looking for India when he found America. Mistakes are simply an integral part of innovation.
3. Team Dynamics. Team play allows a group's dynamics to be examined and evaluated under controlled conditions.
4. Self-Awareness. Play gives team members the chance to view teammates in a new light. Greater awareness of ourselves, and of those around us, can dramatically improve team effectiveness.
5. Building Trust. Everyone within a group becomes more comfortable as members become familiar with teammates, sharpen their awareness of group dynamics, and begin to clearly understand where they fit in. Allowing people to work together in a play environment effectively builds trust within the team.
6. The Value of the Team. Play is an excellent tool for convincing the skeptics of teamwork's value. Fun team exercises afford skeptics the opportunity to see that sharing information and responsibilities can bring amazing results. Group play also affords participants an opportunity to discover the strong value of diversity.
7. Pleasure. The pleasure of learning through play can work wonders to revitalize a group and rebuild morale. Studies have shown that there is a direct correlation between pleasure and productivity.
8. Specific lessons. Each play delivers its own lessons, skills and experiences for participants. Many involve problem solving, while others tend to be more physical. Some are designed to enhance communication skills, with others focusing on organization. While some of these are group lessons, others are more individually targeted.

Play lift stress from us. It restores our optimism. It changes our perspective, stimulating creativity. It renews our ability to accomplish the work of the world. We are most human when we play, and just because we play. How we play is related, in myriad ways, to our core sense of self. We not only play because we are. We play the way we are. And the ways we could be. Play is our connection to pure possibilities.

Supplementary New Year Resolution

I just thought about it. A supplementary new year resolution is to be at home before 7.30 pm (its pm, not am) everyday. I will bring home my work. Emm... no, that will defeat the purpose. When I go back, I am not suppose to work at home. Ok, i will leave my laptop in the office. But wait... what happen if I need to attend to something very urgently, replying to urgent request, from Morocco for example, when their day is night here in Malaysia. Emmm.... ok, I can always browse through my mobile and see if anything urgent and reply from it. But wait, all data and information are in my laptop. If I don't have my laptop, i cannot do my work. And I am not supposed to work at home. Never mind, I just bring my laptop home and check my email from my mobile. ONLY if there is urgent need, then I switch on my laptop. But what if everyday I receive urgent email, like usual? That means I will be back home by 7.30pm, been checking my mails from my mobile, then switch my laptop to do the necessaries (that usually will take about 20 minutes) and reply to the mails. No no no. That won't happen. I am going to be at home everyday before 7.30pm, spend my time with my children, I am not going to check my mails so that I won't switch on my laptop, and I am not going back to the office before 9.00am the next morning. I am determined!

Dedicated to Mubarek

This posting is dedicated to fellow Arau friends. This one is during my visit to Mubarek's house on 30 December 2008, with Bute. And kebetulan juga, masa tu Yot call. Dapatlah dia cakap dengan Barek. Here goes.

Tony Fernandes and I

He was born 1964, so was I. He is an ambitious young handsome man, I am equally young and handsome ambitious man (my wife says so). He is an Accountant by profession, so do I. He loves music and plays instruments, I do, too. Probably I sing better than him. He is a crazy CEO with motto 'believe the unbelievable, dare to dream and never take no for an answer', I am a crazy CEO with motto 'play life seriously' (well, at least I, too, have a motto). He has a knack for service industry, I am not that distance away. In 2007, Forbes Asia valued his personal wealth at USD230 million ranking him at number 24 on the Forbes list of Malaysia's Richest, I, errr....hello, you must have missed my name, Mr. Forbes!

But I have this dream, to bring myself and my team, soaring far and high to international stage, marking our name in the history to be among Malaysians who is well recognised by leaders of the world. Just like him.

p/s. I hate traveling on Air Asia! Read my posting here.

Faces of 2009

Our latest family photo, to welcome 2009 and on Ngah's birthday.
Me - have a long list of ambition during school days - a pilot (fare my Physic badly during SPM), a police officer (errr... why is this traffic light still merah? honk honk from the car behind. oops, its alreadey green. Blame it on the gene carried in my X chromosome). Bang Teh - got the body from Ibu Chik, got the kememe from me. hehe. Bang Long - self proclaim metro, who spend 20 minutes before school every day to gel up his 'bachang kulum dek kobau' hair. Bang Ngah - a wizz, trying to be the youngest Law Of Attraction Trainer in the world. Mama - a full time home maker, driving around with an expired driving license. Kakak - my eldest kangkung, eying to go to Masterskill College for her study in medicine but wanted to be a farmer when she grows up. Kak Uda (front row, most left) - my very talented kangkung, second in her school in Best Hand Writing while she was in Primary 2, very calm and patient (I notice she swallows her tears whenever she is sad, but tears-come-out-alot-very-fast-one when I am the tutor). Anik - oh my little cute kangkung, talkative despite the name is Najwa (which means whisper is Arabic), so cute that the school bag is bigger than she is.

Happy Birthday Ngah!

Today is Bang Ngah's birthday. He is today 15. I had kept his name - Ahmad Azharuddin Azhari few months before he was born. I remember, when he was born, he gave quiet a difficulties to the mother that I had to donor my blood. When he was small, he use to be very 'ketegaq'. I remember one day, I was so mad at him. He was only about 3 that time. I sent him out from the house (child abuse...hehe) but his reaction? He was just enjoying himself playing with shoes. Another day, we went to a relative house, he was sleeping in our van when we arrived. So, I left him inside, don't want to disturb him, with the door open. I parked right infront of the house and we were chatting just beside the van. When he woke up, he yelled and shouted. He threatened to burn the house down. He really made a scene. He simply will not listen to you. I (and all of us, including the Tok Ayah, Mak Tok, Tok Wan and Tok) was so concerned that he will grow up to become an uncontrollable temperamental person. One day, Apak went to see this wise religious guy, Cikgu Sulaiman, seeking his advise. Cikgu Sulaiman did his ritual (the Quran, the keris, the bowl with water, etc) and told us that Apak had made a 'nazar' (because of my wife difficulties while delivering Bang Ngah), if my wife gave birth safely, he will read a surah in the Quran - Yaasin. Immediately on returning home, Apak did just that - read the Yaasin. God is Great, not long after that, Bang Ngah is no more shouting and yelling without purpose. He turn out to be just like any other boy. Apak call him Yasin since then.

He was born with G6PD - a glucosade deficiency in his blood. But that doesn't make him a sick boy. He grow up well, to be such a handsome boy. In fact, we will feel something missing if he is not around. He is the joker of the family. He made jokes, intelligent jokes that sometimes I just feel he is too matured for his age. He even debating on issues with his Pak Ngah (who dares to debate with Pak Ngah?). Bang Ngah is also very responsible boy. He is very caring that sometimes I had to say it's ok to let someone down when we had done our very best to help.

Ngah, Papa love you very much. Happy Birthday, son!

2009 New Year Resolution

Year in and year out, I have been renewing my solemn declaration of resolutions. Some, I have included in my 'vibrational bubble' and some still outside. I felt good with those which are already in my bubble. Isn't resolution is about making you feel good? You make achievable resolutions. You won't make one that is not within reach such as to be the next President of America (err... can a Malaysian be one?). One of the things that is still outside my bubble is aomething to do with tobacco - you can guess what. No, I don't chew tobacco! I love seeing myself free from it.

This year, 2 of my sons will be sitting for 2 major exams - SPM and PMR. My resolution is to assist them in preparing for the exams.

p/s. I will try to change my hare style. Oooops... I mean hair style. I have been with this stubble style since 2001. Pray to God I can stand the agony of waking up in the morning, rushing to the bathroom, do the normal bathroom errant, dress up and tidy the hare. Errr... hair. Tidy the what? Hair? Did I say that? Whoaaaa..! It has not been in my spell checker for many years! The thought of having to carry the hair-related stuff for my outstation traveling is already frightening. God, please help me to get through with this. Berilah aku kekuatan untuk mengahadapi ujian yang sangat getir ini. Amin...

POP goes Sungai Petani

The Power of Play Goes Sungai Petani was a big challenge. The audience was different. Their main objective was different. Day 1 was a frustration but as a Trainer, that was the challenge. I have to keep my mind positive. I can see Angah a little bit 'terkedu'. Lie was everywhere but nowhere. Day 2, Bakar saved the day with his excellent performance. I was down with stomach ache. I can hardly stand. A few participant still resist to open up. When religion issue was played, we gagged. Luckily, Wan was there with his powerful debriefing. I salute this old friend. He knows how to control the crowd. I called for 2 separate briefing. 1 for the front liners and a separate session for the back office. I cannot sleep that night. I know I have to really perform for my closing session. Many ideas gushing in my mind, mixed with 'geram' feeling and 'professional' feeling. To retaliate? To shoot? But I decided to keep my head cool and do the usual Power of Play closing. Come Day 3. I was nervous, don't know what to expect. My closing approach will depends alot on the audience that day. However, Day 3 was a total change. Again, Bakar did his magic. Everybody was charged up. The theme song was sang full heartedly. We dance and we play, the way the Power of Play should be. I deliver my closing, kicking the bucket along the way, spilling on someone and cooling on someone else at the same time. Gosh! What an ending. I learn more today.

Perfect Ending!

The Power of Play goes Cherating ended yesterday. As I posted earlier, it was an awesome experience. We play and we absorbed. Many thanks to the Power of Play crew - our front liner Khairul, Mat Tarzan and Azmeer, our back office crew Sarimah, Ishwary, Farah and Hasni, our sidekick Lie and Angah. You guys rock! And to BTV Kementerian Pendidikan, play and you will feel good!

The Power of Play!

It's awesome! I felt fascinated. Our first show on the concept and brand went through very well. The thought of establishing the FIRST in Malaysia and the FIRST in the world resulting in me having a few weeks of sleepless nights. But it's worth! I am so excited! Tonight is the last night. The last 2 days went on very successfully. The concept was accepted very well and the reception was overwhelming! It was like my dream coming through. My co-founder of the concept, Bakar, was equally excited. Below is one of the Management Games that we created. We called it Mission Possible: The Stargate. The objective is to reflect various leadership style, effective communication skill, understand leadership from both end, focus on mission, building trust, absorbing positive vibration and dispersing the same, followership and comradeship. When we drew up the game plan, I did not realised it will turn out to be such da bomb!

President Bush close encounter with the size of 10.

I heard about the incident when I arrived in Alor Star airport on 16th morning. I have been crazily busy the day before that I don't have time even to eat, what more to watch TV. My friend, Rizal (MD, Prisma Holidays), who picked me up broke the news to me on our way to Kangar. At first I thought it was a minor thing. After completing our purpose, we went to see Wan Kharizal (Group GM, Kedah Agro Holdings). I saw the news in the news paper. Holy crap! The President of the United States? Being attacked? With shoes? An Iraqi's shoes? On television? And oh... not a shoe... but both left and right? (or...whatever the sequence it was...) I laughed at first, who wouldn't? That would be the biggest bloopers of American Funniest Home Video for centuries to come. But seconds after that, I realized, the act was a total insult, not only to President Bush, but also to the Americans as a whole. What an insult! It shouldn't happened. No one should be laughing about it. It was an act of an idiot. Fine, Bush deserves more than a pair of shoe, maybe a rusty colored slimy sputum of mucus from an acute tuberculosis sufferer, spat onto his face. In fact, Bush, being responsible for so many thousands of deaths and torture, should be hanged publicly. But would that solve our problem? The world will not be a safe place to stay if the people are full with hatred and violence. We don't need another Bush in this world, and we also don't need another Muntazer al Zaidi.



By the way, I am sure al Zaidi will go to prison and possibly worse, for throwing two non-lethal shoes, and missing. But Bush, responsible for so many thousands of deaths, will probably never serve a day in prison. I still am naive enough to hope, however, that he is charged, tried, and convicted of treason and war crimes. And if that happen, I promise, I won't celebrate, eventhough I won't be crying either.

Remembering Apak

I am so ashamed of myself. How could I forget today is my late father's birthday? When an sms came from Ateh this morning, I sat quietly on my bed, holding on to my knee. I suddenly feel very 'rindu' - no English word can describe the feeling of 'rindu'. It is more than the feeling of missing someone you love dearly. It is more than feeling very sad knowing that someone you love so much is no more with you. It is above the feeling of longing for someone you always wanted to be with. It is simply 'rindu'. 'Rindu' is the ultimate feeling after you feel 'longing for someone' and followed by the feeling of 'sad knowing that someone is no more with you', and end up with 'feel deeply depressed without that someone with you'. I feel so 'rindu' to Apak.

However, I don't want to be carried away with the sadness and the deep depression. I know Apak wouldn't want me so. He was a very strong man, commanding and managing our big family, the pillar of our strength and the centre to which we refer to almost anything - life, love, sad, fruits, trees, river, fish, children upbringing, politic, economy, business, religion and you just name it, he was always there to give his wise thought.

I remember when I attended a Mind Science course in Penang in 1995, one of the module (to seek advise from the other side) is to choose who is our ultimate mentor that we can rely on, to answer to EVERY doubt we have. The trainer gave examples like Einstein, Ust Harun Din, Dr. Mahathir, and many other big names. I know, without any single doubt, my best 'other side' to whom I can consult anytime and any topic with, is Apak. Until today, Apak is still in that 'faculty' where I seek advise from.

I know Apak loves me very much. Sometimes I feel, he loves me more than my other siblings. I know it is not true but that is how he makes you feel, being loved and care more than anyone else. I remember that day, the opening of Ateh's first office in Taman Tun. Ateh secretly arranged for my trip back to KL. Nobody knows about that arrangement. It was supposed to be a surprise and a big surprised it was. I still can graphically see in my eyes Apak's reaction when he saw me entering the room. I can still remember his reaction, very clearly, the moment he saw me and acclaimed "Allahu Akbar!" with his surprised tone, rushed to me and hugged me. I can feel his warm tears falling on my shoulder. Subhanallah, I cannot hold to my tears anymore now!

The day of his demise, I cannot accept that he's no more with us because the life support machine connected to him was still beeping. Deep in my heart, I was hoping for miracles. I have seen in movies that people are back to alive eventhough that machine show a straight line with a long beeeep kind of sound. His is still beeping. I was hoping it was a mistake on the doctor's side. I remember Ngah consoling me, telling me to let him go. I keep on whispering "Allahu" by his ears. Mak was by my side trying to calm me down. I hold Apak's hand and keep on hoping that I was dreaming. But Allah loves him more than I do, more than love that we, the children, can confer him. He wanted Apak to be with Him, to shower him with loves he was promised with. May his soul be bestowed with His Graciousness and His Mercifulness, together with those on whom He bestowed with His Grace. If Apak is still alive, he is 80 today. Al Fatehah to Apak.

Remembering Apak, reminds me to submit my unconditional love to Mak.

(I did post something about my feeling to Apak here)
(My sister's posting on Apak here)
(Nini's tribute here)

Entrepreneurial terror

I first heard of this terminology when I read a book by Wilson Harrel 'For Entrepreneurs Only'.(a nice write up about him here) I instantly remembered about him when I had an argument with a friend yesterday. A mild argument actually but I think I made my point clear. What was argued is not important, but the concept behind the subject matter is. The concept is about the fear being in business. Through my experience, I have two words to describe how I feel being self employed. Loneliness and Fearful. I talk about loneliness later. For now, I talk about Fearful. For those, young and not so young, who are starting your first company, by that act, you have joined a very special organisation. Admission is automatic; permission is neither needed nor sought; tenure is indefinite. Wilson Harrel welcomes you to the Club of Terror.

I can assure you, the fear is unlike anything you have ever experienced. It is not just fear, it is terror. Let me make myself clear that by terror I do not mean simply an intense kind of fear. The two are quiet different. Fear is a sudden rush of adrenaline let loose when you are caught with a lipstick stain on your collar, or when you almost get hit by a drunk driver. It is usually accidental and unexpected. Entrepreneur terror, on the other hand is self-inflicted. It occurs when you, an otherwise a normal person, make a conscious decision that carries you over the threshold of fear into a private world filled with monsters sucking at every morsel of your being. There can be no sleep in this world - just wide-awake nightmares. It will scares the hell out of every one of you.

So, I told my buddy, taking up responsibility, committed with what we do, perseverance in our undertaking, frustrations over failures are just some minor gentle things that are the least of what we expect or experience in entrepreneurship. You can put them away as a child puts away toys. And my fellow friend, you can stop breathing if you want, but this Entrepreneur Terror will remain with you as long as you remain as an entrepreneur. Be brave! Period.

About dream

I have blogged before about my big book of dream - the Money Maker. One of my dream is to hit my first million when I am 40. I am now 44. Do I achieved my dream? I don't want to answer that. Million can come in many ways - cash and property, and even many a times, million is just a figure. Those intangible, like happiness, good feeling and blessed life is invaluable. The figure could be infinity (or infinity + 1, hehe) But one thing I discover is that how I morph from a nerd looking 'baloq liat' guy (the term my college mate, Pak Ya described me) who combed his hair parting on the left side, to a self proclaim hard working critical minded guy who speaks his mind out and walking his talk kind of adult. I am still a silly bad boy who provokes others intelligence but at the same time develop a clumsy playful clown outlook who wore his real face unmasked. I am satisfied with what I am having now, not at a complacent level, but enough to make people listen to what I say. Who says money is not everything? It may not be everything but it is THE thing. I am still hungry for more and I know it is coming from many sources.

I would be blushing when friends refer me as a successful person. Most of the time, I take it as a compliment and with prayer. Because I know I am not. (yet!) I am still at the starting line, a long way to go.

Million can come and go. Today I might have my million but nobody knows what is going to happen to me tomorrow. Most importantly, I left my footprint in the sand of life, knowing that I have tried my level best to be what I wanted to be.

p/s I wish I have that million!

Recession they say.

Some times ago, I was having dinner with a group of entrepreneurs. We talked a lot about the possible recession we will be facing in the next few months. With (at that moment) a hike in fuel price, global political uncertainty, big institution financial crash, huge bail out by governments across the world, we thought recessions is inevitable.

Just now, while sitting quietly at a corner of my office, I was thinking, isn't this is the best opportunity to expand my business? It all make sense. Think about it for a moment. What do big companies do in recession? They retrench, cut back on advertising and on services, fire people, close divisions, withdraw product and so on. What does all that add up to? They abandon niches. These niches, I think, is a seedbeds for my growth. What I should do maybe is to listen to their mournful and sad stories. Maybe I should shed a tears or two for them. Then get up and go clobber them. I believe, right now is the best time since 1997 to grow my business. As a matter of fact, I started my business in 1998 when many big corporations cry fault. There might be more opportunities out there than we gonna find in the next 5 or 10 years. I will get moving, so I will come out of this mess larger than when I went in, insyaallah.

Fly Firefly

Remember I told you that I am scared of flying? Few days ago I am again forced to fly to Kota Bharu due to the urgency of the work. If not, I would prefer to drive. I have heard of Firefly (tagline: your community carrier). It is a budget airline, similar to Air Asia. I have traveled on Air Asia before and the agony was unbearable. The way the pilot land the plane was moments I wished I never have to experience. The squeaking sound on board is terrifying. The arrogance of the steward and stewardess make you feel you are really a budget traveler, who can't afford Malaysia Airlines and the way they look at you with the look which says you-should-be-thankful-to-Air Asia-who-provide-you-with-affordable-plane-ticket, you know what I mean? The embarrassment of lining up like a juvenile and tolerating the rushing and uncivilised passenger to the plane, erghh... I can't take it.


But few days ago, I have another alternative - Firefly! A lot lot better alternative. They fly on their new fleet of European-made ATR-500s, flies at average 20,000 feet high and at the speed of 500km/hour. It was monsoon season with monstrous cumulonimbus clouds rolls along the journey but I can hardly feel any strong vibration and the journey was amazingly quiet.




It is only a 72 seater carrier which means you’ll receive more attention from their friendly crew. Yes, they are very friendly indeed. The staffs treat you like they need you more than you need them. No 'jeling-jeling taik kucing' kind of gestures, like the one you might experience with Air Asia. No mumbling at your back. You can see and feel the sincerity.

Maybe due to my young-at-heart personality, I feel so energetic and vibrant traveling on Firefly. The pipe in music plays 'So What - Pink' and 'When I Grow Up - Pussy Cat Dolls' kind of music, which suits me well. The cabin is cozy yet so spacious (nice normal Asian size - I said normal Asian size!) furbished with elegant leather seating, and oh... did I tell you that you will have an assigned seating upon check in so that you won't looked like a row of delinquent, waiting for punishment?


They serve you with juice and muffin - small matter but doesn't small matter counts most especially when comparisons are made? And the best part is, they fly from Subang, only 25 minutes drive from my house. Firefly is surely my favourite carrier after this.