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very fulfilling exhaustive days since thursday. a lot of emotions going on for me as well.
a productive day at thursday changed right towards the end of the day. when i usually would be waiting for husband to fetch me from work, i had to do a long detour of ‘fetching’ him instead all the way from woodlands and back to home. Edge of Sengkang – North Coast (Senoko) – Hougang Central. and drove home 1/3 of the way at that!

just glad we reached home safely but my night was filled up with sponging him now and then. his body temperature was real high. i was just so worried i dont mind not sleeping. luckily friday was my off day and he was on mc. i think my wife instincts really surfaced. sponging him, went grocery shopping, cooked for him etc etc. and even though i worked saturday whole day, surprise surprise i woke up at 5 am to cook so that he wont have to go out buy food for lunch!

i was exhausted, i was close to tears smsing with my sisters, but come to think of it, i am surprised that i could do it all. really am. i could complain of exhaustion and my body is tired. but my mind is saying good job Seri. this is what you did for your self and for your husband. because i wanted so much to take care of him and i did. my brain has these positive neurons all over.

true, once you set your mind on what you want to achieve, things are a bit more bearable. without compromising us.

i love you.

first and the last phone call

The First Phone Call from HeavenThe First Phone Call from Heaven by Mitch Albom

oh dear, i guess not all Mitch Albom’s books gets to me always. I pretty much bought the book based on the title. it sounded mysterious and uplifting. i just finished reading The TimeKeeper with slightly enjoying and finish reading it a few days but The First Phone Call from Heaven wasnt the same experience..I dont like it :/

It addresses Christian beliefs on life after death and heaven, I respect that. but after the first few chapters, it just felt like a repetition of events and i do not want to go through chapters after chapters of yearnings, laments and regrets whatsoever. i just want to know about that phone call from heaven, not these different characters with a failed attempt to relate one character with another.

And we know this phone call is never going to happen in reality.

I gave it up.

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past quarterlife crisis

hi. been busy these days with work and school. i like that..saying ‘work and school.’ like i have a meaningful mission to accomplish.

school has been mild going at the moment although the lecturer has started to remind us about the assignment that we need to do. its been all theories, a reminiscence of theories i have had the fortune to learn back in uni in Intro to Psychology. i was reminded of pavlov and freud and erikson. i enjoyed them. although back then i learnt for the sake of learning and was not inclined to take it up as my second major, i never regretted doing it. i chose sociology instead. again, no regrets, oh except for one, i wished i had the chance to do criminology. that would have sealed the deal. but already deviant behaviour was such an eye opener and depressing. haha.

so back in my specialist diploma class. i was introduced though, to quarterlife crisis and the lecturer invited us to reflect on that. what crisis did we face back when we were 25? i couldnt think of any in class but on the way back home, i thought about it, i guess i cannot say i did not have a quarterlife crisis. everyone has.

my crisis was about choosing a career. i was doing temporary projects at that point of time and i realised my position was in jeopardy because i cannot see myself doing what i was doing. i was thrown from one task to another without specific something to focus on, except for the sudden interest in education and curriculum. i was also teaching part time and quite put my mind and heart into it, up to a point that my parents questioned when was i going to ever spend a proper rest day at home? and then i got thrown into a fulltime job, which was what lead to what i am doing now.

and then there was the matchmake decision i had to do. thrown into knowing a man chosen by my parents and uncles. it was about whether to go for this relationship or to continue leading a single life when week after week i receive invitations to weddings of schoolmates, uni-mates, etc etc.

my crisis was with myself. too shy too boring too quiet too simple, still quite unsure of what to do with my life just yet. just look at my blogposts year 2009. 😉 heck, go straight to January 2009 and see what you get, a questionnaire with song titles. one question: what is your life’s purpose? my answer? =damn regret! (by the red jumpsuit apparatus) fuhh! that’s one for the memory lane!

it was a matter of making decisions. but i cannot say i did not have some achievements that year, no?

i have not regretted my decisions but work is really taking its toll on me.

but with all the odds, i braved myself to claim time off, left whatever pending works and took halfday to spend last thursday with recovering mother, although it was more of her accompanying me to a massage session. which i am really really glad i did. the makcik masseuse ‘untie all knots’ till i am practically bruised. and i understood why so many people have been saying i look tired! my body was really really tired, i have just ignored it. poor body. but it was pampered for a whole two hours. even my mother was relieved i finally made the massage appointment. i am glad to announce this makcik as my personal masseuse. hehe.

and then i spent the whole day friday with my mother and sisters. its been such a long time since we all girls went out together. i truly am happy and grateful we get to do this before my sisters start working and my mother well enough to get back to work. so so glad. i practically splurged on myself and on them. i feel like i was going through a wardrobe overhaul! i really did though i was very happy with the dresses/blouses i bought. i am thirty after all, need to dress well i must say. i loved the day. i wasnt even feeling tired when i had to go straight to class. i just had such a fulfilling day chatting and shopping with them. really we had so much to talk about.

slowly getting over my quarterlife crisis. slowly make the right decision. as of now, i will work my ass off. sorry the pun intended.

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forever charmed

charmed

im in a reading relapse mode. this always happens after i read a real good book or a book which impacted me alot. and the past three books which i read is doing this to me. it made me feel like there is no other book which is as good as the previous. i read Quiet, Aleph and The Messenger, and these books had impacted me in some ways that now i couldnt get them out of my mind and i couldn’t quite figure out what book to read next. bear in mind, i have lots of unread book on my shelves. i picked one, i read a few pages and i put it back on the shelf, pick another, same ritual and for the past week, that’s what i have been doing.

Latest book i attempted to read was Mitch Albom’s The First Phone Call from Heaven, but past few chapters, i decided the book is going to be such a drag to read at this point of time. it’s plain boring. repetitious. it’s about death and we all know there is not going to be an answer at the end of the chapter. i should have known. i never did really like Mitch Albom. sorry.

so i ended up picking up a non-fiction spiritual book on Du’as of the Superstars by Alima Ashfaq in the hope that it will inspire me perhaps. i don’t know how it’s going to be like, i’m only past the preface. it’s the charmed season, to me, now. haha.

Anyway my mind is so much distracted by CHARMED. yes, i am rewatching Season 1 back-to-back. I can never get bored of Charmed. forever will be my most favourite drama season. i still remember the first time i saw its trailer on TV, i decided right there and then that i am going to love this show! and i did. i remembered my excitement and anticipation waiting for that very first episode. and i am hooked. till now. and once i started watching the first episode, i will continue one by one. i did that before, twice, gone through all the episodes until the end of their final season. and deep in the fans’ hearts, we still hoped they will bring back Charmed. it had been prue, my first love, but in her memory, i persevered and watched all the way.

and! i just found out there may be works on new seasons of Charmed! and after so long, i realised there is Charmed Season 9, comic version. hehehe..

forever charmed.

perpetually tired

i have never really thought about it but today i came to realise that there have been so many people who commented that i look tired. one person even told me that i look perpetually tired. im like really? i never even realised that!
do i feel tired? yea i do feel tired but its normal right to feel tired. but look tired? perpetually? hmm….

i could brush it away if there’s been one or two person, but i have been receiving that comment from many different people. and today my mother who was, herself recovering, telling me i look tired!

so do i have enough sleep? i think i do, although it will always be difficult for me to wake up. i thought that is normal. but now that i think of it, maybe there is something wrong with me physically. sleep has always been important to me. maybe i havent had enough quality sleep. that’s why i feel and look tired.

ok ok no more procrastinate. make that appointment!

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i have been having visions of this bookmark for days! and i realised i had to do it, otherwise it will continue to haunt my mind! so out of impromptu-ness, i did it right about 10 minutes ago! and the feeling! it felt like a craving satisfied. i love how it turns out though :))

my brain could finally stop thinking about it. i was glad i had the stuffs that could materialise the bookmark, or dare i say i would go straight to PS or 313@Somerset tomorrow and find the items that fit the vision. although, it has always been, i have a vision or a picture of it, look through my scrapbook boxes to find the flowers, papers whatever that fit the picture, glue them here and there, and it just happen.

just me. just like writing. i can go for days or weeks without doing any writing or scrapbooking and when the sudden ilham comes in mind, it just goes pooff and i really need to sit down and do something about it.

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first hand trial. nlp based

here’s the story. i was just thinking about what happened to me yesterday. and how it had actually been a learning process for me.

i received a call from one parent who wished to confide in me about her daughter. we agreed to meet the next day because she said she wanted to show something as well. my mind was already reeling what could possibly be so important that she had to meet me? i almost am defensive of the mysterious and worrying voice which the mother had through that phone call. now this mother, the student’s name was rather familiar but i couldnt quite picture her in my mind and of course i did not remember who her parents are. i refuse to dwell on what the whole matter is going to be.

so its already the day we are supposed to meet. i had been busy the first half of the day with the fieldtrips and settling some letters that only after lunchtime i remembered our meeting. now usually i would already be anxious and nervous about the meeting. i would be thinking what could have gone wrong, is it us, is it the teacher, or the mosque? and most important, is what kind of situation it is going to be? because you see, i have had to deal with two difficult parents already, but alhamdulillah it went somewhat mild without a face-to-face conflict. this time now, it is going to be face to face, and both mother and father is coming to see me. already i am ‘shorthanded’.

but here’s the thing. i learnt in my basic nlp course about anchoring. and i did a confidence anchoring. an hour before the meeting, i did my anchor. when my colleague called to inform both parents have been sent to the conference room, i quickly did my confidence anchor + my happy anchor (just in case, so i dont look stress). met the parents, welcomed them, and surprise2, these are parents i vaguely remembered to have been somewhat patronising few years back. (there was another issue happened) i almost recalled the father to be someone quite the angry type? on normal circumstances, i would have been nervous and have that small kind of feeling.

i was set on trying out as well, mirroring and matching, in the hopes i could create rapport. i was conscious about it, i managed to mirror the mother, the father was still quite distant not making eye contact at all. the mother was doing most of the talking. i tried mirroring her. i think i created trust and rapport with her although i couldnt bring her to follow my lead. but the good thing was, she totally opened up to me. and most importantly, even i feel at ease. when before, i would be feeling nervous, lost focusing on the other people, not listening well, my palms may get sweaty and i wouldnt be able to converse fluently.

what surprised me most about this meeting, was i am totally feeling confident, i spoke fluently when i might have stuttered before. and believe it or not, i even gave advice to the parents like i know better! like ive done this before and dealed with this kind of issues before. but i know it all came from the heart. the mother teared listening to me. i actually gave her steps to approach her daughter. ok, this i learnt from my readings on education thus far.

and when at first i couldnt get the father’s attention, i managed to mirror him a bit, how he hold his hands and at one point, i tried to mirror him comforting his wife with a small nudge on her shoulder, although what i did was just hold her wrist. i know there was a change with the father because he started to speak up as well and shared more openly about his thoughts on the issue.

we ended the meeting both sides feeling almost relieved that a sharing have been established and a working together kind of relationship. the mother is comfortable, and for a person like me, i actually feel comfortable as well. i have always been an awkward freak. but i wasnt one that day. not at all. i felt motivated though. we could do this. i hoped for the first time, i had given the parents hope and a new perspective that they can handle this issue with their daughter.

(me, who doesnt even have a child, talking like i knew how to handle one, i have to say, my experience with my siblings might helped in some way)

SubhanAllah. this skills i learnt, had helped me. my first hand experience of practising it and realising it went well. i almost feel like i want to meet more people so i can create rapport and just for the sake of practise, more mirroring and matching, leading and pacing! just maybe, for once, i can embrace my introvert personality, but still be able to come out of my shell more confidently.

happy bookhoarder

i just had the best power nap i think.

im at my first home and just had a rest in my sisters’ room which is now installed with an air conditioner! its been a long while since i get to sleep with the cool nice aircon on. me and hubby have been going ‘green’ with just the good ol’ fan. (of course its just because the air con in the other home has gone bonkers and hubby thought its not economical for a new one, not yet though :/)

and sis’ pillow feels just nice. my headache disappeared the moment i lay my head on it. ok that’s exaggerated. i think i just had such a nice nap i am appreciative of the things that contribute to my deep sleep half and hour power nap.

anyway this house is totally zombified. everyone is watching Walking Dead. even my parents!

i just received my 1001 inventions book!! and guess what, no surprise, i go and buy some more books. tsk tsk tsk. but i just saved 30bucks on my book purchases! i am so happy with opentrolley online bookstore! i found out about it recently and i received $10 off voucher with $80 purchases. so the story goes is that i have some books in my amazon cart which i didnt get to buy because they are a bit expensive, especially the shipping, oh dear, the shipping is more expensive than the book itself and mind you, it’s in US dollars! so i have been waiting for the right time and the budget to get them. so since i got this voucher email, i tried my luck from opentrolley. searched for the exact same books on wishlist from amazon and i was so happy that they are available at opentrolley!! bought all three titles and surprise2, it just add up to about 83 $ing dollars. i got my three books, i got them eligible for $10 discount, and delivery of only $4.90 which was waived due to payment via dbs cards. i paid only slightly above $60! you have a happy customer opentrolley! no..this is not a paid advertisement. i am just happy thatbi will get my books which i have wanted for so long!! and i hope to receive them in the next 4 days! i cant wait!

actually i want to talk about another thing, but another post coming along. this is so off topic already haha!

well a happy nap makes a happy book hoarder!

a prophet’s prayer

a Prophet’s prayer

“O God, You alone I complain of my weakness, the meagerness of my resources and my insignificance before men. O Most Merciful of the Merciful, You are the Lord of the weak and You are my Rabb. Into whose hands do You entrust me? To some remote stranger who will ill treat me? Or to an enemy to whom You have granted authority over my affairs? I harbor no fear so long as You are not angry at me. Yet Your gracious support would open a broader way and a wider horizon for me. I seek refuge in the light of Your face, by which all darkness is illuminated and the things if this world and the next are set arigt, so that I do not incur Your anger and am not touched by Your wrath. Nevertheless, it is Your prerogative to admonish as long as You are not satisfied. There is no power nor strength but in You.”

Prophet Muhammad s.a.w said this prayer in times of difficulties during his ordeal in Taif. how beautiful it is. and how ignorant we have become. ‘this prayer reveals all the confidence and serenity he had with Allah swt, tells of humanity’s helplessness and of the Prophet’s spiritual strength. seemingly lonely and without support, he was not alone.’ – Excerpt from Tariq Ramadan’s The Messenger.

That’s why I always take the opportunity to reread stories of the Prophet. I think this is my third time reading The Messenger and somehow this time around, this do’a seems to play an effect on me at this moment. when before i read through with no notion of how it can relate to me. i may not have any enemies, not that i know of, but this year, i have been facing some very difficult students’ parents who really required all of my quiet strength and plan out how to deal with them, but Alhamdulillah, they now turn out to be some of the softest spoken parent i have. i realise it is not my doing. i relied on Him and seek His guidance one what to say how to act with these people. i cannot do it alone. He is near. SubhanAllah.

You are always there for me.

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