Thursday 6 December 2012

I'm 25 years old today

I used to think of birthdays as just another day in a year that passes by.

I don't sulk if I have to grill BBQ chickens all by myself during my birthday party. Heck, I don't even mind if the anniversary of my birth is not celebrated at all! I'm not really that sentimental about birthdays. Maybe it's because my birthday is in December - during school holiday. Therefore none of my friends could come to my birthday party because they are busy with family activities and such. Only relatives. I only look forward to my birthday celebration because of all the presents that I will get.

As I grew up, I tried to get rid of most of the materialistic-senses that I had and focus on what is the meaning of Life and find out what is my purpose for living. And you know what, I am actually thick headed and only just recently I found ... my real, one true Happiness ... in the flesh.


Before I met my husband, I was the most unhappy girl in the world. I felt that my development was arrested. I think I married my husband when I was still a girl. Still immature, very much. Some of my friends told me that they couldn't imagine me having kids because I'm still like one! =P

And as time goes by after that, I realized I grew a lot. Last time I couldn't even manage my time properly before, but now I can have time to prepare breakfast, do the laundry, cook lunch and dinner (even when I have to work 8 hours a day because I work nearby my house), pray 5 times a day, read the Quran... all in one day. And the best part is, I learned to appreciate family and friendship. And I know I couldn't do it without all of my loved ones.

So today, at 25 years of age, I received birthday wishes and I can finally smile and laugh when I read them and appreciate those wishes of happiness, because I finally fully understood love, friendship and that happiness is actually all around you, you just have to learn to let it absorb into you.

Even thought it's not your birthday, enjoy the day! Remember, happiness is a state of mind.

Wednesday 5 December 2012

Caring for Mothers

This is the first time ever I'm looking after an elderly.


I used to accompany my mom to take care of my late grandfather. But just accompanying. I didn't do any cleaning, preparing food, feeding, carrying, etc..

But at least I'm used to massaging my mom when she's tired from a hard day at school (she was a teacher, by the way) and when she has retired, she got tired nearly everyday because she's getting sicker everyday. She had a lazy arm, and it got weaker as time goes by till she can't use it anymore to do tedious work. One day she found out that her hand shook uncontrollably. After meeting a specialist, she was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease. What's even worse - we found out that it's heritable.

My mom really felt my absence at home once I got married and left home to live with my in-laws. She sulked at first. Haha.. But eventually she finally accepted that I'm now a married muslim woman, I have to faithfully be by my husband's side most of the time. (Plus, she has 5 other children that can take care of her. The house is always packed with more than 10 people. So I don't have to worry about her.)

Right now, I live together with my husband, my mother-in-law and father-in-law, brother-in-law and his wife. So it's us 3 couples under one roof. My sister-in-laws have their own place.

I can be considered lucky, as my mother-in-law is the coolest mother-in-law EVER! She's not the controlling mother-in-law that you see in Malay dramas (that normally end up with tears, shouting and divorce). We usually don't cook a lot, we normally eat out. Thank God, she's not the nagging mother type. (Because I lived with my nagging mother and 1 nagging mom is enough! Haha...) She can laugh at my jokes. Furthermore, she's very warm and lovable.

She had Miller-Fisher Syndrome (MFS), a rare variation of Guillain-BarrĂ© Syndrome (GBS), early 2011. It took her only 2 weeks to recover. Amazing, huh? God work in mysterious ways, because later that year, I got married to her son.

Last month she went to perform pilgrimage (Hajj) at Mecca - practically - alone.


She was hospitalized there right after completing the Hajj. Once she got back here, she was immediately admitted to a hospital before even getting to enjoy the comfort of her own home. We found out that she already wasn't able to eat for a week. She couldn't even swallow her own saliva.

She was diagnosed of having GBS. But it hasn't been 100% confirmed yet because the ONLY expert that we have in Malaysia on autoimmune diseases is not that expert after all. So they had extracted her cerebrospinal fluid via lumbar puncture (which is a very painful procedure) and placed them in 6 bottles. They had some of them flown to Australia for further analysis.

It is a rare case that someone could acquire MFS and then GBS. So she was constantly being examined by doctors, housemen and students. Even the head of division of neurology personally came to see her. Last Friday she finally ate solid food after 13 days of unable to swallow anything. So thankfully, she got to be discharged after a week being admitted.

Now my brother-in-law and his wife together with my husband and myself are taking turns to take care of her at home. And since I work just in front of our house, I get to spend more time taking care of her.

Waking up before 6am every single day, making her breakfast, feeding her, changing her adult diapers, washing her, help her to perform ablution (wudu') before prayers (Solat), taking her to the toilet to poo, seeing an elderly sick woman in her birthday suit - it's all a whole new experience for me.

It has only been what? 5 days? But I haven't been this tired. Nevertheless, I'm glad that I never loved the person, who bore and raised the love of my life, more than this. =)

Sunday 28 October 2012

Another lifecycle of a blog has just begun

Since I started learn how to write, I've had numerous of attempts to write my own diary or memoir. Feelings were poured out and papers were scribbled and torn and thrown into the bin.

And ever since the first time I've gotten to know the word "weblog", I've created several blogs. I think they were about 5-6 notable ones.
Each one was closed down. And I opened a new one right after I realized I need to write again.

This is just another attempt. Another lifecycle of a blog has just started.. And it will end someday.