Tuesday 29 March 2022

Reminiscing Part 2

Part of reminiscing is you look back on what had happened in your life, and what a better record of my past than browsing through this blog. I had documented bits of my life for a certain period but recent ones are unrecorded but I remember parts of it very clearly. 

Just looking through bits of it - there are few things I realised. 

  1. I have a way with words - it paints a picture. 
  2. I have had good vocabulary - I amazed myself  as I read through my own stories. 
  3. I share chain mails - copy & paste onto the blog especially if it had something to share. 
  4. I made so many spelling and typing mistakes - should have spell check before i post; but in my defense, i write at night and is often 
  5. Grammar can be bad - hahahahahah! I cringe when i re-read some sentences. 
  6. I am opinionated - still am!
  7. Thinks the world is perfect - rose tinted glasses!!!
  8. I had periods of fav fonts - still do!
  9. I can be funny but I can also be depressing!!!
  10. I skate around the think ice - Topics are the truth, just there is a deeper as i read my own words i remember and i know... (Somethings are not to be written on paper and if you remember, you remember.)
Life is not always a bed of roses. Things happen... Some good, some not so good. Some you record. Some you lie about so it doesn't hurt as bad. Somethings scars you for life - its a lie that says time heals. The truth is... time dullens the pain, but its still there. and memories revives what you went through. and memories can be bad... theres that thing you do that you think its all you and its your fault and that you could have done something about it. But you didn't. Its called self-destruction! But you have to be stronger than that - easier said than done, but it can be. Do you have the strength? 

 

Monday 28 March 2022

Reminiscing

Its been a long day at work and I deserved to rest today. I had a burger with coke zero for dinner while switching on Netflix to watch a no brainer movie to unwind.... to sleep. 

Serendipitously, on the screen of my phone, a movie I watched more than a decade ago.... A movie that brought back memories... used to bring curses on my lips and sometimes tears...

Now, i just chalk it down to life experience. Through pain or life experiences we kindly call it after decades of numbness, we get to tell great stories... pretend to learn from mistakes, understand our young selves and figure out what was going on and why we made those choices thus improving one self.... or just kill yourself over and over again while you relive the memories. 

The  movie was called Serendipity. I must have watched it 3x in this lifetime. Once with a group of people. Secondly, when I was heart broken in my late 20's and thirdly, today while in the tub having a soak. 

The movie it self... its nice. Its heartfelt. Its exactly a movie for someone like me... a softie or better known as a sucker... a romantic. A dreamer. 

 The definition of serendipity is a happy accident. The and the movie was depictive perfectly, I thought. It was fast paced and you  feel invested in the main characters and you want them to achieve the goal... the happy, perfect accident. Secretly we all want that for ourselves. I don't think I have ever been brave enough to voice out my wish of a serendipitous ending or even story verbally to anyone. Bravery is important to weild happiness. You can't expect something out of nothing. Effort is important too.

Any ways, I was interested in this younger man that was introduced into a group of friends. Initially,  another friend was interested in him so I stayed clear. The friend wanted some help to decipher if he was interested so I meddled a bit to find out but he wasn't. My friend moved on yet we ended up closer. Up to a point we would hangout most days, watch movies, chat, dine,  pray, play games, met each other's friends, met each other's families by chance of course.

Painfully, after few months, I find out that he likes another person he met at his new work interview and went throigh training together. They ended up together so its great for them. 

Me...  I ended up gaining experience and heartbroken. Yes, I cursed him for being a jerk... stringing me along... but thinking back... he never said he liked me. Never said we were going om a date. He was just being friendly and I over read the situation. Bad on me. Lesson learnt. Barriers! Limitations! Less trusting!

Years later... at Empire Cinema, leaving the theater after watching a Harry Potter movie with Burt and Khairul... I saw him outside waiting to go in with his wife. Again, he was friendly and chatty. I did stop out of shock but also politeness but i left abruptly, running after the boys and gave a weak lame excuse to go. I am a coward... i cant do it... it just brought unpleasant memory of me being stupid. 

I heard of him... Brunei is too small to avoid each other completely. But i have not seen him since.... I don't think I would like to anyways... the past should stay in the past. 

Sunday 30 January 2022

Thoughts...

In my line of work, you see all sort of things that usually is not discussed... things that happen behind closed doors... things that people sometimes do not even know happens in their own family... things that shook you. It can be embarassing or devestating... always to those involved or looking from outside in!

I am far from perfect and my family have its own skeletons that we don't share or air with people outside our circle. I guess... this is a norm. 

There are many others that would share details of hardship...  it could be freeing to share, even important and life saving...  its humbling to hear their stories... it always makes me feel lucky. 

I had a new stroke patient - a lady in her 60s...my receptionist was trying to schedule a teleconsultation, but was received with a cold answer 'Is it necessary?' And my response was 'Yes because you were referred.'

On the day of counsultation, i called... many times.... no answer! So i texted and gave options... to reschedule... to decline help. Many hours later, the husband answered and declined intervention. I accepted and recorded it. 

But... as a person... I feel sad. I see this happenning too many times. Why wont you help her?

Generally, the trend is... 

A wife will look after and care for the husband, while the husband would not necessarily do so. Though there are excellent husbands out there and i have seen a handful, there are equally horrible wives out there.... Don't get me started!

An adopted child would look after his adoptive mother, while a woman with many children finds it difficult to get just one child to look after her. Again... there are many cases where natural kids do look after their old. 

We live in a strange world... values are not the same... not even close.... but we share the same culture, religion and common values of the land... and yet, we are so very different. 

Yet, I have a friend whom is not of this culture, not of the same religion, grew up differently from me, not of the same continent, experiences different climate, different languages... yet our values align...

Thursday 30 December 2021

Its the last day of work for the year, and we have a huge departmental meeting - Setting up new meeting dates, talking about SOPs and steps we are taking to make things safer for everyone, preparing for the unimagineable... yet positive outlook into things and more. At the same time, all of us decided to glam up / dress up despite the hard end quarter of the year we had. What better for it to be accompanied with food. 

I saw lots of photos in my blog that I had uploaded years ago that had gone - not sure why and I am unsure if I kept copies... So here is something for the blog for me to remember myself in years to come should I forget about you and get to rediscover you again. 😃

At first, I wore a mask then I took it off for picture taking sake. This baju kurong is about 10 years old. It was on of the glam-est dress I ever made for my cousin's wedding. 


In the clinic while waiting to make the first call with the patient this morning. 

Decided I should show off my face and kept it as a memory for when I view it again in a decade. Have I changed? Matured? Showing my age? 

Tuesday 28 December 2021

Dark clouds

 Ever felt like you are alone despite being surrounded by people? Looking at others as if you have an out of body experience? Looking at your life from outside? Feeling empty? Alone...

This is always a bad omen when I feel like this... Its like something bad is going to happen to me - mentally and physically, if I do not curb these bad feelings and throw them into a box and lock it up safely in a vault that no one would have access to. 

"Fake it until you make it" said my Psychiatrist. 

Somedays, you feel like you made it... Most days, you feel like a fake and it drains  you out. Smiling but not reaching your heart. Smiling but it doesn't touch you. you feel, Empty...

One of those days, I sat at a corner as always - and was left to my own thoughts... It did not begin as such. It was a normal day. Then, I was looking at the kids play. I was looking at how happy they are... how abandoned they were expressing their feelings freely without fear or judgement. I have to admit I was envious - I did not feel that as a child. Always thought have to be in control. Behave. Contain. I had always been a 'Good child'. 'Behaved'. "No problem". 

As I sat there looking at them, my thoughts wandered to my sisters whom they belonged to. Their family. How they belonged to each other. How that must have felt. Someone of your own. Yours and no one else. Your other parts that make you whole. Life don't always feel perfect. I see scars, i see pain, anguish, tears, hardwork. But I see the outcome. Life worth living. Something to show for it. Something tangible. I have nothing. 

The more I look, the more I see, the more I feel pain. Not for them, but for me. What am I here for? Just for others? 

One of the reason I stayed working for the government was that I truly felt THAT is what my life is - Serve others

I am here to serve. I was born to serve. I am here to help. Just for others. And most of the time, I do not mind. In fact, I enjoyed it tremendously. 

Lately, I just feel so drained. exhausted. Depleted. I wake up to work. I go home to sleep. and the routine starts all over again. Occasionally, I go home - I feel empty. Occasionally, I go out with few friends - I feel the company. But something is missing. I am missing out. 

Maybe it time to venture out. Do something for me. Find something for me. Search what is there for me. Be selfish and leave. Be brave and mount on that horse that will bring me away from here. Seek what I longed for - Fulfilment. 

I know these signs... These are bad signs... I am trying to clutch on the walls to climb out. I try not to dwell in the feelings that starts the waterworks. I am weakening. Am I that strong? I do not want to fall into that rabbit hole again. I do not want my world to crash down again. I am afraid and I am alone. 

Talk to someone you say... I say this all the time. I preach it even. Who is the person that is safe enough for me to say all these things to? Who would understand? Who would not judge me? 

Ya Allah - I have forsaken you. I am very sorry. Is this the way of your help for me to return to you? I am humbled I am still in your grace. Ya Allah - Give me strength. I know you do this for you know my ability to spring back. My strength. With you help I can do this again. Help me for I am lost. 

And the tears starts falling...

Friday 15 October 2021

Jaro

 I was lonely and I felt I had no one to talk to. I busied myself with reading, cooking, eating... but I still needed someone to talk to or succumb to the darkness. I remembered in University, as a student, I used to go online onto Alamak to 'chat' / talk to others... I went by the name 'City3'. So I went on it and started talking. I stayed for a bit - few days but people were not interested in talking. 

I visited few other sites and they were similar. People - men and women, were similar. They were seeking companionship - but most used an approach that was unsuitable for me. I like to keep the chat clean and just evoke conversation what ever it might be, Even learn new things if they were willing to share and not give up on my shallow knowledge. I met few people along the way - some I spoke with for awhile, but one I kept for the longest time. 

Could it be 2014/2015 - I started talking to Jaro. He is from Slovakia. Our conversation started heatedly - about religion. To be specific, about Islam. He had a lot of questions that I was able to answer but what made it difficult was he wanted reasons - some I knew of... but others, I had to do some research and ask family / ustaz. 

I 'kept' Jaro (We kept each other really) because he was intriguing. The conversation, though heated, was in good spirit. We were really conversing - respectfully, I might add. I remembered the conversations went on for few months - eight I think. and it was every other day. It was really fun. It kept me on my toes and investigate my faith even more, which was all good. It was something I always looked forward to. 

Our conversations are often written / typed. Occasionally, we exchange audio files when we are unable to text e.g. driving. Rarely, we video call - its been a handful, though. We should really do that more often, so we can see the surroundings, but its just difficult to balance with the difference in time. Now, our conversation varies - we talk about music, current events, work, family, weather, gardening, cooking etc. Its different but still intriguing. 

I cannot remember exactly how but we moved from the chat platform to WhatsApp - and we spoke almost everyday. The most we have not spoken to each other is 10 - 14 days at a time.  Either one often checks on the other if we have not said anything. I dare say, we have a good friendship going. 

The last time he disappeared' and did not reply to my messages, he got me extremely worried. and rightly so - he was admitted in the hospital! He even had surgery! He was in ICU for few days!!! Though he was fine and it was only for observation, I was really worried for a friend I have never laid my eyes on. 

How would I describe him... well... 

  • Brainiac -  Its self-explanatory if you know him. 
  • Loving - He prioritizes his family despite a busy schedule especially when they come visiting. He talks highly of his mum. 
  • Adventurer - Often travelling for work, but it also feeds his need to explore and see the world. Going for walks and seeing nature is something he enjoys to destress. 
  • Chatty - Apparently chatty only to certain few, I appreciate that he enjoys my company and finds me safe to talk to. Its easy and free to express ourselves without judgement though conversations were challenging and provoking. 
  • Safe - 7 years and counting this friendship is flourishing. Definitely a keeper. 
Back in 2019-2020, I was in UK for 3 months. We talked about visiting each other, but I couldn't. I was there for a reason and felt bad to go off gallivanting, but it was tempting. Jaro was in the Philippines for business - so near, yet I was unable to fly and meet. One day - hopefully, we get the opportunity to meet each other. It would be so much fun. One day... 

Sunday 10 October 2021

So much has happened...

 So much has happened in the years I left writing the blog. Where do one begin... What do one write about... List of things to write? Share? Document? 

  • COVID19 - First Wave
  • COVID19 - Second Wave
  • Multi-tasking - PRO / Training / SLT 
  • Nenek meninggal 
  • Daddy meninggal 
  • Cuti 3 bulan 
  • Neice & Nephews 
  • AVT
  • Friend abroad
  • UK road trip 
  • Whats' interesting over the years... 


Welcome back!

 How long has it been? I almost forgot this place exists - it took me awhile to search for access or even the link to the blog! I really have forgotten! Luckily, I saved or linked things and regained access! AMAZING!!!

How did I get to thinking about this again?? I was browsing WhatsApp status of people on my contacts - Something I do not do often. And one person had an image that said "To understand yourself: Write". Naturally, I responded saying "True" and shared that I had a diary and blog that I wrote about stuff. Occasionally, I read my entries and rediscover things about me that I had forgotten. It helps me to understand me better. 

Few days before the conversation I had with the friend, I had similar conversation with my sisters where we encouraged my nephew to record his childhood through other methods such as drawing, writing, vlogging etc. How uncanny! 

I love reading through my entries over time - I have not changed much over the years. Some of my opinions remain the same e.g. my entry on 18th January 2005 on "Blog: An insight to the soul? Daring or Stupid?". Some entries remains my favourite - its funny, charming, light, enthusiastic. Some entries were sad and angry - and when I read them, I feel them all back. Memories rushes back to me. I can visualize the situation as it happened, me writing on my PC etc. Such is the beauty of words. 

So having that twice in a month, reading my entries and memories flooding back - perhaps maybe I should write again?

Reminiscing Part 2

Part of reminiscing is you look back on what had  happened in your life, and what a better record of my past than browsing through this blog...