It’s 0329H in the morning. I have another hour to go before I start to prepare Sahur for the family. I have been up since 0200H. Partly because of the baby waking up wanting milk and to change her diapers, another part was so I could solat Isyak, Tahajud and do some Quran reading. I also need to prep things for Ee’s school hols activity at his neneks house – this would mean arithmetic exercises and reading.
I have yet to fold the laundry which is piling up as fast as dust building up on the furniture. Most importantly this is a good opportunity for Me Time.
Me Time involves me blogging, reading other peoples blog, doing some Quran tagging … or planning and journaling in my HOboMInci. I like that I can do these things in solitude without those ridiculing/mengusik eyes of Mr Husband. He is an extrovert. A typical one. Type A personality. He is very upfront in his conversations with people. He finds it difficult to understand why I need to blog. Or write in journals. Or why I choose not to work in the same clinic as his sister. So I do these things at times when he is not around. Or if he is around, I would sit somewhere where I could be alone. Lock the door if I must.
Me Time at work is during lunch hour. Where I have that one hour to reflect on things that morning and plan my moves and improvise my treatment plan for the evening sessions. I could also catch up on some reading on my Google Book app which is cool, cause reading on the smartphone makes you look less nerdy. Ha ha.
It is 0357H. Need to mark Ee’s math work now. Chiaow.
Eid is just around the corner and my clinic staffs were very eager to decorate the place and uplift the mood for Hari Raya. My task was to weave the ketupat. The face which sought my help was so hopeful that I mumbled a weak “sure” but had my mind racing to find that “file of anyam ketupat’ lost in my brain cells somewhere.
My only lesson in weaving ketupat was what my Mother In Law taught me many years ago. Tapi punyalah bebal masa tu – satu ketupat pun tak berjaya. I understood the concept but my non-talented hands were not cooperating until recently. Perhaps its was a mix of determination , mild coercion, wanting to please sort of feeling which became the catalyst to succeed in this mission.
On top of the basic ideas I kinda already knew, I looked up on some tutorial videos from Youtube. Ironically yang mengajarnya banyak lelaki. Ha ha. I studied one particular video for about an hour – buat practical at the same time and soon 1 ketupat which took me about 20 minutes to complete became a less than 5 minute job.
I felt accomplished.
Perasan genius ada jugak.
I am happy that I get to learn one more extra skill. Now I can enter that competition of weaving ketupat on our annual Haji Jamal family day. And occupy the last place competing with the more senior ladies. LOL.
It does look a bit crazy when I first started with this Organizing Streak. I think I got more obsessed with cleaning after I gave birth to Ninie. My ultimate goal in cleaning is that ; my house is soooo clean and organized, I get to mop my kitchen everynight. LOL.
And it has yet to happen.
There’s only 4 of us in this house. Despite my attempts to declutter and donate our good stuff – there seems to be still so many things in the house. I haven’t been getting myself any new clothes this year but my MOM has been buying me and giving away HER clothes to me instead. So I am kinda the end receiver of her generosity and decluttering efforts at her own home. HA HA.
BUT , of course I still try.
Making lists. Getting inspirations. Especially from local Organization Guru Hani Mynis. These are a few templates she suggested to get started with. OKlah. Sesuai.
Eid is coming soon. I hope my home is ready by then. InsyaAllah. After all, Cleanliness is next to Godliness.
I am typing this while listening to Breathe – by Lee HI.
Arin was in his early 20s. I was in my late teens.
We met in Hospital Putrajaya. I was a patient. Warded for 11 days. Treated for (the final diagnosis) Urinary Tract Infection (UTI) and Arin was the guy who served my meals in the ward. There was no PPK at the time. The servers were those from the private companies providing the food.
It was a brief friendship in the most unlikeliest place. Arin was at that time – A Coincidence. He just happened to be there (as the person who served us meals in the wards). Our conversations were also short as he did most of the talking. I listened more.
He would pass me extra sachets of milo for my supper later at night . Or swing by to visit me in the wards after he finished his work. For a while. He would ask me what I was reading. My dad brings me my novels to keep me occupied in the wards. Arin would narrate to me his day. He was always in awe when he knew I wanted to study medicine. He said he was not smart enough. Our world was different. I was what he called, privileged. His, was a world of grit and hard-er work. I wish to tell him that even those who are privileged has their own challenges and expectations to live up to. But I didn’t. It was not what he would like to hear.
I allowed him to be proud of his hard, honest work. I let him talk about his might and glory. He should feel listened and appreciated. To me, he earned it. Especially when he has so much responsibilities to shoulder at that age.
He smelled of tobacco, biasalah.. youngsters. He rides a simple motorbike. He does not have any girlfriend (he made that point quite clear, wait, was he hitting on me?). He was ‘Along’ at home for he is the eldest and he stays with his mom and younger siblings. He never mentioned his father, perhaps he was not in the picture. I did not ask. As a stranger, I thought I should not pry too much.
It was a good time while it lasts. He gave me that letter on the day I was discharged.We exchanged phone numbers but my study commitments made it impossible to keep up with the friendship. Furthermore, we have different aspirations and goals. Later on, I did not feel like I want to listen and bottle up my thoughts regarding his ideas anymore. I had an opinion but to voice it out might not be the best thing. So I distanced myself and like a withering flower, the friendship too begin to falter. Hence the end of my chapter of Arin.
I am very excited with this years Ramadhan. Maybe it’s because I had a Quran tagging session a month before which gave me the drive to pursue Ramadhan benefits. Furthermore, I joined a local cleaning group on Facebook by Hani Mynis.
This is after all Ee’s first attempt in fasting. We woke him up for sahur. We prepared his favourite food. We tried to make Ramadhan as comfortable and fun as we can for a 7 year old. We encouraged him to wear his best baju melayu for terawih although so far he hasn’t managed to go to any such prayers because he got sleepy. Ha ha.
I on the other hand, have been performing terawih at home. I love it. I can eat or feed the baby. I can do no.2 in between rakaats. I can take my time. I can perfect my surah reading and learn more surahs (InsyaAllah).
Have a nice Ramadhan everyone.