ramadan rush

resting days have become such a luxury nowadays. i really feel grateful if i have, even if its only a day, especially a weekend, when i don’t have to rush in the morning, no stress or worries of anything unexpected going to happen. a quiet day is all i need. like now.

this week had been such a rush. preparing for ptc, terawih, activity room. i officially had only one hour sleep in 48 hours since friday and 90 mins of pure creative bliss, which i signed up out of a whim and just because i got a free session after shopping at MadeWithLove last month.

thankfully everything goes smoothly, so our preparation was not in vain. by 1pm yesterday i am already zoning out and desperately need to take a nap at the office. i think i only had a 30 min nap before i was woken up by my colleagues’ voices starting to do preparation for iftar. but that was a like deep sleep nap. i was at the mosque from 6.30am – 10.30pm yesterday. taking a mental note to bring a spare shirt and pants and facial wash next time i know i have to crash at the mosque for a whole day.

this ramadan is going to be about me and my inner challenges. its really going to be this time. previously, it had been a challenge of friendship and trust, about guilt (i have ‘clear’ of guilt since last i did timeline therapy), about work. but this year’s feels like it is for me. all i want is to pray for His forgiveness, my family’s, praying for a better spiritual and whatever challanges i am going to face, is to make me stronger and grateful. i will be, though, praying hard for the twin babies i have been yearning for so long. it’s a calling. i can feel it. in Sya Allah. Amiin.

flower love

i took up a flower arrangement class after much contemplating. i am glad i did it. it was totally out of my comfort zone because it is my first time going to courses or workshops that has nothing to do with education, educating, self development, leadership and all those work-related stuff. super out of my comfort zone because i have none of my friends or those familiar faces i will usually see when i go for courses.

i signed up to the unknown but finding familiarity and comfort in the love of flowers and excitement of learning something new. i knew i will be meeting new people and going to a place that was unheard of before this.

but really the choice was made with pleasure.

i came in, put my heart and soul in the learning, finding out that it was really a difficult thing to do flower arrangements, but came out feeling rejuvenated. as though i just came out of a wonderland and stepped back in the raining reality smiling. like really, i totally forgot about work. forgot about being stress, and the fact that i forgot to send out two important smses which i had planned to. but i didnt feel even guilty about it, because i was still basking in the positive energy i am receiving from the learning, the humble and expert trainers, and the ladies around.

it was like a 360 degrees turn around of brain matter.

learnt some great new tips and am actually looking out to attend more. it is such a happy therapy.

Flower arrangement workshop was organized by cherriesmitten and trainer was flair.design The ladies behind these names are so humble and friendly, just chatting away their experiences and tips. i didnt even realize the amount of experience and trials flower arrangements took until i meet them. i mean i did flower arrangements, using artifical flowers, and i thought that was pretty hard, these are real flowers we’re using and they are doing events with them. wow. that sure took a lot of patience and hardwork. but passion and love too.

im pretty excited. to more workshops!

your many lifetimes

after a couple of years contemplating and fighting with the demons, or maybe for the lack of a better word, procrastinating. I had the desperate need to do the timeline therapy which i had learnt sometime in 2014. I do not know why. I think it was just the self wasnt ready to find the truth? to face the truth? and if i don’t face it, i cannot move on. literally move on.

for many days, i relooked into my nlp textbooks, trying to recall and rereading the dialogues, went through legit youtube videos on it. i always had trouble visualizing the timeline where you had to float back and up to the past and back again to the future. and i realized its really is trusting your unconscious mind to do the ‘job’. i still remember asking my trainer how do i ‘imagine’ it going back and forth and it was really because i think too much, she said literally that, don’t think too much. and then i asked myself how do i separate the thinking from the unconscious?! there’s really no need to ask.

but i did ‘train’ myself to find that unconscious zone doing countless practising with my pendulum.

and then just one night, after doing revision, i felt this is it, i have to do it now. release the emotions. pictured my trainers in my mind, like asking permission, and ‘just do it’. i had released anger during my training, but somehow, i thought i could do it again and then move on to sadness, fear, hurt, guilt. did the anger few times though, because i wasnt sure i was doing it right. doing on your own anyway, so i was like closing my eyes and then relooking at the dialogues, but it can be done. with eyes open, yes it can. its not the vision we are looking for, its the unconscious. somewhere between practices, i think im doing it all wrong. again, the thinking. but once i got the ‘flow’ i was sure of doing it. and really, for being not ‘thinking too much’ during the whole process, my unconscious ‘helped’ me move and put me where i am supposed to be, i am a visual person and its always i need to see it or picture it right with the details, but i let go and the ‘pictures’ were not perfect, but it was shaped by the UM and i just follow it.

the answers or memories i received were ‘weird’ it doesnt make sense really, and even now, i may not be able to describe them to you what i saw, and also made that ‘mistake’ of not writing them down after every timeline because i was from one emotion to another as i didnt want to lose that unconscious authority i was having at the moment.

but briefly, the anger brought me to a different time from when i had that anger released the first time, i do not know whether that can happen. i had a different lifetime when i first tried it, but this time around i was brought to a childhood time, different types of anger, maybe? but i did remember that moment clearly. very clear.

there was one within two months in the womb for sadness, and how do you picture yourself in the womb then? i didnt, my unconscious gave me a picture of my younger mom feeling sad and i knew i wasnt allowed to question what’s happening at this point of time but what is it foetus me were going through. when i came back to the now, i had the urge to ask my mother what happened then, but i didnt because what i learned then it was an emotion i shared with my mom through our umbilical cord on whatever she is facing at that moment, it wasnt mine. it was hers, perhaps too personal for her too. maybe one day a story might revealed from her. i got to trust my UM.

fear brought to a 3 lifetime and it was a ghostly experience. i was like s*** why did this happened? i cant face it man! but i learnt it was not something i could control eh. actually felt the hairs standing a bit in that situation. i was like s*** get this over with. Trust Allah. it get spiritual ayy.. quickly came back. i had to phewwww that moment out. please know i was doing all this at night, i was alone in a different room, hubby was sleeping already. but there was no more fear. still it doesnt mean im cocky and smug now. they exist that’s all.

hurt was hurtful. it was lifetimes away, i was hurt in an abusive manner. how? i dont know. i cant see who hurt me, but i saw a me lying crying full of hurt. wow. i came back feeling a bit numb, but it was not to find answers, lifetimes away. i just touched my heart and comforting myself. but i learnt that hurt feeling was the one thing i wasnt able to face. i was fearful of getting hurt. it had always been at the back of my mind. perhaps with the release of fear, i was able to face that hurt.

had to break state like really break state. took a drink read a book before moving on to guilt.

guilt was hard. it wasnt difficult to find that emotion, it was what i had been feeling for so long now. and the past, there were many guilts along the way, i kept on floating further back to the past. i couldnt picture them all. but the final pic was pretty clear to me. i was walking away leaving someone behind and there was so much guilt there. i dont why or who of course, i was just surrounded by trees and remembering just standing there in the middle of ‘nowhere’ saying over and over again ‘im sorry i had to go’, couldnt even begin to look back to who it was i was leaving. the emotion was there. not looking back was the trigger. but i told this me, the learning process, i did what i think was right at that moment and that person might had let you go. i had that small inkling it was to save that person, whoever i was leaving. cant change the past. it happened.

break state. test state.

it was exhausting. i just sat here reviewing all that i went through. or rather the me of different lifetimes whoever me was then. just sliding back in my seat. staring into space for awhile. saying thank me UM. and wondering why didnt i do this much earlier. really Seri.

but i had one the most sound sleep i had that night. woke up feeling light. i can face anything. there’s so much hardwork and difficult times, but i know i can face it and face the consequences if there is, with an open heart. there’s no heavy feeling. just monitor the emotions from now on. and heal me. but it wasnt dreading. it was uplifting.

i guess i did alright with the timeline.

semangat yang hilang

semangat yang hilang
pedih letih sedih
apa yang ditangiskan
badan tak tertanggung
otak tak terfikir
hati tak terisi

semangat yang hilang
penat tenat sekat
apa yang nak diluahkan
badan terbisa lesu
otak terkenang sepi
hati terpudar kasih

semangat yang hilang
perlu kau ku peluk diri
perlu kau ku bijak kembali
perlu kau ku penuhi hati

semangat yang hilang
jangan lari dari mimpi
jangan rajuk dari sisi
banyak lagi nak realisasi

semangat ku yang hilang
ku pimpin kau ke mari
sama-sama kita diri
sayang, jangan putus hati

shock to the system

it had been tiring weeks for the past month.
and the peak of it is much less expected.

so central home is going through some major overhaul of renovations. we had been packing stuffs and the most difficult part would be sending stuffs, and i don’t mean just stuffs but boxes and toyogos of gazillions of cutlery, clothes and shelves. and now that i think of it, im asking myself do we even need those things?!!

for a few weeks now, my weekends are filled with me and Suhaimi would be loading heavy bags and boxes into the car and then drove to Storhub and unloading them into the room we rent for storage for about three months. so hashtag life as a mover.

and the past weekend was the last of it. i really think me and suhaimi drained ourselves to the very last sweat because the last trip was just before 9pm and we had been on it since morning! and i think suhaimi had it more exhausting because he had to be the strong one to heave up the heavier items and he was the one driving to and fro. im just glad i was there with him all along, be his shadow and giving him that extra amount of strength. i am surprised at myself and all that strength i didnt think i had.

pretty much glad that last monday was an off day. i was also very happy that i get to stay in my beloved PV home for about a month or two. it was the only thing that pulled me through all these exhaustion!

although it as an off day, i had another round of cleaning up because we still need to keep some items in PV store. as though storhub is not enough already. whatever. my morning was spent, literally, in the store, rearranging to make space for the incoming ones. and this, i have to say i am totally proud of msyelf for being able to fit in everything in that small square room. like really, proud of myself. my power of organization. lol. and i did them singlehandedly. smug smile.

but smugness does not last long. i moved on to do other normal chores of sweeping and mopping and washing the toilet since we havent been leaving in this house for some time. and then it had to happen.

i fell in the kitchen toilet, i slipped, missed the step between the toilet and the outside, kind of see myself falling backwards, heard a thud and that’s it, hurt the backside really hard!

for that maybe 2-3 seconds, my brain was thinking too much! i was thinking, God, my spine my spine, my bone, am i going to be bedridden, is this what is going to happen to my life? am i still alive, can i walk, can i get to see my husband, how is he going to take care of me?? can i get pregnant after this?! insert emoji. i mean bloody dotdotdot, Seri, shut up, try to get up now. I knew i was just stunned for some seconds then. my vision was blurry. it was pain on my backside, my chest and my right arm. tried to move and telling myself, if i can move means my spine is ok, so please God, let it be ok.

slowly bring myself to sitting down but couldnt bend whatsoever, because of a sharp pain. bring myself up to kneeling position. and my vision blurred again. but i couldnt be sitting there in front of the toilet. stood up slowly and walked to the living room, i couldnt feel my legs, dont know where i was going because everything was so blurry. and my brain was numbed, and you know how you felt everything was ‘double’, walking but feeling like you could almost fall because you cannot feel the floor. and i cant hear myself talking. i think i was just mumbling God, God.

for a good 5 minutes, i just sat down on the sofa, closed my eyes, hugging a pillow cushion because my heart was pounding so hard and that desperate need to comfort my self and telling my self it was going to be ok. i coaxed myself to breathe in and out slowly, try to get back my senses.

touched my back again just to feel where the pain was, and whether bones still intact (of course it is right, i’ve walked across the kitchen to the loving room!). once my breathing and heart beat steadied, tried to stand up but sharp pains again, walked into my room, another long moments passed and still had those double visions again, slowly lay on my bed. i guess, that’s how a body reacts to shock. sleep for recover.

i couldnt stand up long for the next few hours, without feeling nausea and legs shaking a bit. i was not able to pray standing, only sitting the whole way.

it was quite a horrific experience for me. but i guess that was it, all the movements, the loadings and unloadings, energy drained, and without realising, perhaps the brain is tired too, lost some balance and fell.

i even still contemplated going to work the next day, tuesday. i thought i was strong enough, but getting in and out of pants was painful. Suhaimi already told me to go to the clinic. and so i did. yes, alone on my own. limping and telling myself to be strong, and walked all the way to the clinic pretty slow. but i made it. GP-Poly for xray-GP again and finally home. walking had never been such a chore. by the time i reached home, took a prescribed painkiller, which made me drowsy. i was already just exhausted from the whole ordeal, i just slept the whole day.

today marks the seventh day since i fell. the pain is still there. although i feel much better. i still cant walk too fast.

but it was not the end of it, because i fell. again. last friday at my workplace. and this time, i could feel my left feet and ankle ‘folded’ itself because of missing a step. again. seriously Seri. stop this clumsiness.

so now my left feet hurts and right side hurts, i am limping and i dont know which side is stronger.

it was a cry for help. it was a cry for Seri, please slow down.

at the end of it, i am grateful and really thank Allah, that it was not the worst that could happened. i could not imagine how it would be like if it had been worst.

I am thankful i can still walk, i am thankful that my body has always been strong and always managed to pull back up again. i am thankful that perhaps, it is just a sign for me to rest and recover. i am thankful that i could still ask for His Forgiveness and live another day. that perhaps this is a sign for forgiveness.

Thank You.

pull my self back

2017 has been hell of a welcome. quite a roller coster of emotions and mental peaking on and off. these two months has been such a difficult time for me i almost crashed and burnt.

i am not in a healthy state mentally and emotionally to record the life i went through for the past months. but suffice to say i am healing my self. i need to be silent for a few days to allow myself to recall who i am and why i am here, because i feel like im going down at such speed that if i don’t step back, i could damage everything and lose it.

already i am having headaches almost daily. i cannot think straight and make proper decisions. sometimes i hear people talking but then i blanked out and i couldnt understand what they are saying. like i need to stop and listen to whoever is talking say it out one by one. i cannot be fast paced anymore because i couldnt decide properly. i start to have doubts and not taking risks. i couldnt decide what is better for anyone or anything to do with work anymore. i couldnt finish my work fast enough.

i really feel like i need to just literally stop doing anything. because i have so much dedication for this whatever it is i am doing, if i don’t stop, im just going to fall off the cliff.

please, allow me to have some breathing space and pull my self back.

Just Be, Seri

finally.

a saturday to chill. the start to what i call for my self my sabbatical week.

i have made it a point to take a week’s off from work every december (i think this is my third year doing this) to do a few things.

it’s not for holiday travels because my travel months seems to be either march april or september october periods.

it is my sabbatical week where i took time to devote myself to the house like cleaning and rearranging and throwing stuffs, material detox in that manner i should say. most days i, we, dont always get to clean the house properly apart from the weekly menial housechores. we just tend to dump everything in some wardrobe or shelf. so this is the time for me to go through my things and sort them out. just really keep things organized and in perspectives. sometimes i would give away clothes or threw expired stuffs or sell them away to carousell. and satisfaction every time.

i take this week to also learn and relearn. anything to do with my line of work which means either the education line and/or the religious line. i take it as my refresher periods because it is easy to drown one self into the demands of paper work and people’s expectations and forget why you are doing this line in the first place. things can get a bit mundane and when i start to read either books or articles on education, learnt something new and get myself excited and motivated to do it all over again.

i take this week to strip myself of my own expectations and limiting beliefs, open up my nlp workbooks and re-instate my thoughts and unconscious mind. it’s when i put myself back together, throw away negative thoughts and prepare myself for the year ahead.

but i also take a bit of time to do some planning and visualise the projects that we could do. the kinds of personal development that i want to achieve.

and just focus on my time and HIM. bring back habits if they falter along the way. humble my self because we always forget. i miss my talks to HIM. and every year i need guidance from HIM, because eventually what i do, is because of where HE puts me in life.

but lately i am beginning to think it’s just an excuse i keep telling myself. perhaps i am afraid of moving out of this comfort zone and not willing to venture out by saying that no one is able to take the job i am doing. perhaps i am just lying to myself. i need to find answers. perhaps now is the time.

anyway, looking forward to the week ahead. and perhaps more blogging period! i have so many things to talk and update. other people’s lives look so exciting than mine. but! i do have to be grateful with my experiences. and make life interesting!

you have to make it to live it. life doesn’t come to you. you know how they say live life to the fullest. but how do i do it? how do i live my life to the fullest?

make gratitude. make memories. make laughters. make smiles. make love 😛
make my self body heart and mind feel and be whole again.

just Be, Seri.

book review: the story of the lost child

The Story of the Lost Child (The Neapolitan Novels, #4)The Story of the Lost Child by Elena Ferrante

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This book took me longer to finish than i anticipated.

perhaps somewhere it gets a bit draggy. perhaps this adult life the ladies are facing were, as it was, draggy…and just leaving life, facing whatever challenges, trying to survive in a hard world.

elena’s life turned out fine at the end, and sadly lila’s, not so much, i guess.

such turnaround. how the ladies’ cycle of life is like the opposites of each other. like when lila’s was having a much better life with a booming computer business, elena’s seem to go in a turmoil with a divorce leaving her and her daughters trying to lead a life back home, and a fling with and old crush. and then it moves the other way round. the only time they were parallel in their lives were when they were both pregnant with baby girls a month’s apart.

the peak of the story seems to be the loss of lila’s daughter without a trace, which i find it frustrating more than sad. because why would this happen? where is the logic of this story going? how is it possible that the child disappeared without a trace. it was like a jigsaw puzzle that doesnt seem to fit in anywhere in this whole story. more than anything, i just wanted the child to be found and alive and i wanted a happy ending for both lenu and lila!

you know what, the author needs to have a #5 for this series and tell me that they found lila and tina! please!

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book review: those who leave and those who stay

Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay (The Neapolitan Novels, #3)Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay by Elena Ferrante

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Oh My God!

the ending is so unexpected! i have been rooting for Lenu to end with Nino since day one. and it finally happened!! except that it was not in the circumstances i would have imagined.

well the third instalment of elena ferrante’s story since My Brilliant Friend. i was satisfied that this time around, more focus was given to Lenu herself and her family. we get to have a bit more scenes that tries to portray the relationship between her and her mother. i am happy that her family got more mention, with her sister Elisa suddenly came on into the spotlight towards the end.

i am left satisfied because the previous two books felt like it focused so much on Lila. so this third one feels like it gives more insight on Lenu’s adult life and her frustrations and struggles of being in marriage, with an aloof husband and two daughters, juggling these many roles as well as the difficulties of trying to continue writing but failing to do so.

however, the twist of fates in their lives gives the impression that now Lila is getting the better of their worlds with her involvement and skills in handling modern machines, and now its Elena who is being the lesser of two, juggling her life.

however, this time around, i found some passages which i felt describe this complicated friendship between Lenu and Lila.

“I had been conditioned by my education, which had shaped my mind, my voice. To what secret pacts with myself had i consented, just to excel. And now, after the hard work of learning, what must i unlearn. Also, I had been forced by the powerful presence of Lila to imagine myself as I was not. I was added to her, and I felt mutilated as soon as I removed myself. Not an idea, without Lila. Not a thought I trusted, without the support of her thought. Not an image. I had to accept myself outside of her. The gist was that. Accept that I was an average person.What should i do. Try again to write. Maybe I didn’t have the passion, I merely limited myself to carrying out a task. So don’t write anymore. Find some job. Or act the lady, as my mother said. Shut myself up in the family. Or turn everything upside down. House. Children. Husband.

Although this last statement is giving us a teaser on what is going to happened at the end of this period. as I would find out at the end.

Also Pietro’s description of Lila is on point. “…she wasn’t at all my friend, that she hated me, that she was extraordinarily intelligent, that she was fascinating, but her intelligence had been put to bad use – it was the evil intelligence that sows discord and hates life – and her fascination was the more intolerable, the fascination that enslaves and drives a person to ruin.”

and this part!! I don’t understand how your relationship could have lasted so long, obviously you’ve carefully hidden from each other anything that could rupture it.

to end the beautiful pieces.”My becoming was a becoming in her wake. I had to start again to become, but for myself, as an adult, outside of her.” Yes Lenu, Yes. about time. Finally you understood this.

being almost like an observer to these characters, following their lives. i am glad i picked up My Brilliant Friend some months ago and got hooked to the Neapolitan dramas.

Now that i am moving on to the final book, i feel like i do not want in to end.

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6 years

chilling at PV at the moment. enjoying my home pretty home.

today marks our 6th year of marriage.

our way of celebrating it is to stay home. well, i am entertaining myself doing quite a number of activities since about 5 hours ago, while my poor hubbyLove is stuck with work due to some problem that occurred since last night.

perhaps we might have gone out, but hubbyLove has to be constantly on the phone and connect to his work online so it’s just better to be home.

we had always spent our anniversary travelling but its been two years now we couldnt leave due to work commitments.

the highlight of the weekend is perhaps the dinner we had with my parents last night. it was a nice sumptuous enjoyable dinner at Straitskitchen Hyatt Hotel. I have always wanted to bring my parents to a dinner out at hotels and finally managed to. for one thing, their anniversary falls on a September too, 4th, and they have never had a hotel dinner on an anniversary. i mean, we rarely eat out, and hotel dinners are expensive. but for this year, alhamdulillah, get to bring them. and its nice to see my parents enjoying the food so much. especially my father who have been mentioning of having less appetite. im happy he had few rounds of meals. and mom too. i love the conversations we are having, except half way through, hubby’s distracted by calls from his boss. in a way, i was fortunate i had my parents around, imagine, if it had just been me and him and he had to move out to have a focused discussion on the phone and left me alone there?!

i enjoyed the dinner anyway.

so today, it had been a chill at PV day. i transferred the new stacks of books i bought from central home to here, updated my shelves, so to speak. love love love my books. and after a round of blossom blast game, decided to perhaps let’s just go to the gym, for once. and i did. and so so so glad that i had the gym all to myself! no one’s around! timecheck at about 1.30pm so next time, if i want to have an empty gym, perhaps lunchtime on a weekend is a best time.

and then, since the gym is facing the pool, i was tempted to ‘dive’ in. again, the pool all to myself! totally enjoyed the jacuzzi. and i managed to do a basic amateurish freestyle on my own! i learnt from youtube. ohh that’s another thing, youtube is the best! haha. makes my visit to the pool more meaningful now 😛

ok. enough.

happy anniversary hubbyLove. thank you for loving me and providing me with almost everything. thank you for your silent patience and never failing to send and fetch me from work on the weekends. especially when i have to be at work on both days. so the least i can do is giving back this patience with stolen hugs and kisses when you are engaged online and dealing with your work like this on our anniversary day. we are cool like that.

love you with all my heart.