The other man in my life

Barely 4 hrs after writing my last journal entry, I had experienced such overwhelming fear .... of losing someone dear. It just took a phone call and the white paint that had splashed over my mum's face with one hand clutching her breast (Did I got that right?!). I hold my breath, while walking slowly towards my mum who was about to collapse any moment and swiftly took the handset from her. "Your father had an accident. But he's alert. Can you come to the hospital right away?" . Thousand of thoughts raced thtrough my mind. Speechless for a moment. "What happened to him? Is he ok?" His images early in the morning clearly flashed in my head. From then, it was the longest wait of my life. I called my husband to picked me up and suddenly realized that I should have just met him up at the hospital. But too late as he was already halfway through the journey. So the waiting game began. 15 mins seemed like 15 hrs and at 90 km/hr, it was the slowest journey I've encountered. Upon reaching the hospital, he was still in the x-ray room, while I ... kept regretting for not doing enough for him all this while. Speaking with the lady doctor finally put my mind at ease. My father had fell from a container, backwards, thus injuring his head. But overall, it's merely superficial injuries that simply requires couple of stitches on his head. From the x-ray, it seems the bones all intact and no fractures sighted. Alhamdullillah. It was a huge relief. When I finally saw him, he was bloodied alright, but still alert. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I just felt like hugging and kissing him, too bad the neck braces prevented me to do that. But Glad I was! Glad to know that I'm given a chance to set some things right. Alhamdullillah. You may not see or hear this, but I love you Dad. More than you know.

A morning to remember

The air seems fresher here in Pasir Ris, compliments from the Nature Reserve just opposite my apartment and the sea breeze that could have been blown from the beach which is a 15 mins walk away. It's a quiet neigborhood with an occasional major traffic. My morning starts after the subh prayer, sending the kids to school and a slow, slow stroll to Elias Mall which is simply across the street, for my morning reads and supplies of breakfast. Today, I did just that. But it was the skies that I admired. A pattern formed acrossed the skies that looked like a long, big cylindrical wave. It was a different skyline. To me atleast.I thought it could have been caused by perhaps the passing of a fast big object or wind that could have created such a sight.I doubt a mere aeroplane or a jet plane could do that. As I murmured the tasbih,in awe of Allah's greatest creation, there was this 'thing' which simply shoots from nowhere. It was too small to be an airplane but it was bright. The trails it leaves is unlike what I've seen coming from a plane. It's short And it pass across the sky, quietly. No one seemed to have notice except me. Or perhaps this is the norm of a morning in Pasir Ris?

Subhanallah, Walhamdullillah, Walaillahaillallah, Allahu Akhbar!

Getting on

Ok, so I was alone in bed again. No, nope. There was little Luqman, my 3 yrs old toddler with wild imaginations.

Positip: Never mind if he's not here, the kids are.
Hijaubiru's quote: Utamakan mana yang lebih berhak

hmmm. Luqman's vivid imagination got an overdose last night LOL.

Luqman - Ummi, I don't like your friend. Tak cantik.
Me - huh? Yang mana sayang. Which friend of mine?
Luqman - Yang itulah, rambut dia panjang tu.
Me - Ye ke? Dia tinggal kat mana?
Luqman - Bawah katil ummi lah!
Me - Huh??!!! {Gulp} Ummi mana ada kawan tinggal bawah katil? {Seraaaam!!!}
Luqman - Eh? Abih dia tinggal kat mana? Kat pokok tu eh? {Pointing his little fingers at the tree outside my bedroom window}

Well, I really hope it's simply his imagination or my lonely nights for days to come will be more unbearable! Luqman, is this one of your clever strategies to snuggle up to Ummi every night? :)

Starting anew!

Positip or rather positive is the theme of this new blog of mine. A friend suggested that I should be expressing myself in English. Not that my English's excellent. Not at all, so please forgive me for any grammatical and spelling errors :) My first blog, aged 4 months by now, narrated my deepest sorrow only my 'gloomy languange can' express. Thus it was in Malay. Don't get me wrong, Malay's a beautiful languange and I've always love it. However it works more efficiently to potray my sadness . On a happy note, it just seems natural that English is my choice of words. Once a reader of my first blog, whose now a dear freind ( Yes Shima!! :)) , actually felt that I was a different person when we exchanged email in English. Multiple Spilt personality?! Hope not! Must be 'Emotional Programming Disorder'. Someone better replace those IF THEN ELSE statements (Make it dual languange please) ! hehehe I just don't know why but it just works that way.

I'm really hoping to start anew. 4 months of weeping journal entries only pulls me further into depression. I could say hijaubiru, shee-ra, finfin, Pnut and all others who gave very positive comments are really the ones who shaked me out of it, with their sincerest comments and support. Thank you all. Jazakkalahu khairan!

I want to own my bubbly self once again. OK, I'm bubbly most of the time actually. When I'm around people.

You come to life when you're around others and are a real “people person.”

That's what it says on my tickle's personality test's result. Guess it hold some truth? So I need to be around people and stay positive to keep my sanity. I'll do just that ... virtually ;-)