Suami adalah pelindung. Walau dalam ketiadaan kita, dia melindungi kita.
Hanis Zalikha, a local Malaysian celebrity, narrated a story on her IG of how when she had hyperemesis gravidarum – she had to relieve herself at the restaurants public toilet. Little did she know that her retching was somehow audible to some patrons at the eatery. As she returned to her table, she was met by the unpleasant stares of the staff there. She was puzzled and wondered what happened.
Later the husband divulged that a customer complained regarding the restaurants service and made a scene regarding Hanis’s involuntary vomiting to the cashier. The husband then went to the man, confronted him nicely (meaning no raised voices, harsh words or a fist) and explained the wife’s pregnant situation. He even added an apology for the discomfort it caused to the customer.
Now, if this was my version of the story, I am not quite sure if my husband would rise to the occasion and make a similar counter-attack. Perhaps I am underestimating his romanticism and chivalry, but the aftermath of an imaginary me suffering from morning sickness would probably be met by him just ignoring that man because he was just not worth his time. Furthermore, the man was already at the counter wanting to pay and do not know who the puking lady in the bathroom is.
It is just the way he is. huhu.
Salam and Hi. For those who have not known yet I affectionately call my hobonichi my Hobominci.
Yesterday I took the opportunity to declutter and rearrange the furniture and planner related stuff I have in my Minci Cave. As expected, there’s a lot of dust. I sneezed almost all the time but I managed to get the place in order about 70% I still have another 30% to go today. Naturally I got distracted looking into my washi tapes journalling cards and the thousand many things I have at my pretty table.
Later at night, I get to update my memory book in this particular floral book which was given by Zawaniz. I selected my photos from my archives in Google photos and that was when I realised that I don’t really have a lot of pictures with my husband. So it was very difficult to choose a photo of the both of us to go inside the book. In a way, this will remind me to snap more pictures of the both of us together.
I printed the photos on an A4 glossy paper using the Brother’s printer. I think I need to re adjust the printing settings to get the best quality photos.
Spend the best 2 hours in my Minci Cave. Today is another day of cleaning and sorting. What an awesome way to spend my Sunday.
2018 was hard. New baby. New workplace. New job. And nature of work.
Banyak makan hati. Banyak marah. Penat. I had to pretend I do not care or ignore certain hurtful remarks especially when I wanted to start dieting or pick up an exercise. It was easier to be alone. Or just keep things to myself. Because well, I am just not interested in some of them opinions.
I can see that it will be the same this year. I need to choose my companions well. Who I spend time with or follow on Instagram. I need to set goals for myself. I need to find my JOY. Re-enact my PASSION. Cultivate my MOTIVATION.
Hence this year my word is BURN.
God knows whether I go around with this BURNing desire to be the THIS GIRL IS ON FIRE!!! on a positive note all the time or end up kena bakar. HA HA HA.
I will be playing multiple roles in 2019. Both at work and outside. My extra curricular activities seem more interesting though. Haha. I have my doTERRA.AOF family, my Back TO School (BTS) committee buddies, HyperDime, HoboMinci, Wanita Besi Eropah clan and many more adventures. InsyaAllah. ha ha.. I mean, do not get me wrong.. I love being a medical doctor. Especially the clinical aspect of it. However, the passion in treating my patients is frequently dampened nowadays by the non clinical parts of it – percayalah, benda2 mcm tuh mmg ada.. sometimes, it gives me a wadahek headache.
So here is for 2019. Lets see if I could take more pictures of myself too.
For our 7th Wedding anniversary, there was no grand celebration. In fact, I was a bit moody because I just gave birth. I was tired and tetiba was whisked away to a foreign state. Kononnya nak holiday but I ended up miserable. For the rest of the year. LOL
At first I was a bit hesitant to celebrate our NOW 8th wedding anniversary. It’s on the 31st of December. Macam malas. But then I remembered that syaitan will always find a way to break a marriage. It can be through soft whispers of grudges, or make you feel useless, unattractive and such. So I put aside all those negative emotions and concentrated on the efforts of keeping a marriage together.
We are both tired. We both have superiors to answer too. We have our differences in personality, opinions, food, even movies but we could still come together as a team for ourselves and our kids. I think that is already a wonderful reason to celebrate.
I enlisted the help of midiatorpro for a fee of course to help me create a song with lyrics that I could use , somehow, in say… a video. The creative service they offered was The Story Song Service. Midiator Production also conducts workshops for songwriting and music production.
Alhamdulilah, I received the song just before my anniversary and funnily sung by a non professional vocalists (my brother, not that bad) and this was what I managed to come up with.
You saw it here first.
What a wonderful way to end the year, kan?