Positive good feeling. Where are you?

My Facebook feed is flooded with politics, the Sabah earthquake with Tok Jib gone to Abu Dhabi to eat dates, Jus Ratu Kendur or Ke-tat, homebirth, antivax, Raya collections, Syed Azmi’s anecdotes.. and what not. Amidst all that, I still have people talking about Financial Freedom and associate it with the benefits of being a Stay at Home Moms.With so called friends slamming ‘islamic quotes’ in peoples faces saying women belong at home. Honestly, I don’t think we should be debating about this any more – stop with the Working MOM vs SAHM thing. We should also stop talking on national radio about which gender is the better driver.

Things have been very negative lately. The only time I get this feel-good feeling is when I watch heartwarming movies like Spare Parts(film 2015) – where a group of underprivileged teenagers from fishy family backgrounds decide to come together and create a project so amazing I don’t think I could make myself. They not only create a machine, they took a step further to compete and as you might have guessed – they won! Or something like The Pursuit of Happiness where viewers cry out of joy instead of despair.

It’s like I have to actively seek for positive vibes or perform goodness on a regular basis to actually experience that warm fuzzy feeling in myself. Hence it is nice to have polite patients once in a while who takes me as a doctor instead of another colleague who happened to look ‘older’. Or considerate colleagues who asked ‘have you eaten/solat?‘ Or a dear husband who decides to give a back rub in the early morning after a terrible night shift.

I know I just came back from my trip to Kuching. Which reminds me that I have that to write up on – and now I am itching for another getaway with my little family. Hmmm.. Langkawi? Japan?

Kubah National Park : Father & Son

When I logged of Facebook temporarily ..

I once read somewhere on the World Wide Web of two things in trying to become a good writer/journalist.

  1. To be a good writer, one must be a good reader.
  2. To be a good writer/ journalist, always make it a point to meet a new person everyday so your perspectives would be widen and not be limited to only one school of thought. It also brings variety into your form of writing.

The latter struck me more. Not that I’m planning to become the next JK Rowling or anything.. I just find it inspiring to make something interesting out of every day we live. Ever-since I became temporarily inactive from Facebook for the past few weeks, I find that there is more to life. Prior to this, my newsfeed on Facebook is confined to Online Tudung, Premium Beautiful Agents, Tune Excel Simcards, of someone being pissed at someone at work and menu of the day at a special restaurant somewhere. With an occasional splash of ‘news’ here and there. But lately I just couldn’t be bothered if I have a new notification on my Facebook today.( Well.. this experiment of disconnecting from FB pun cuma few weeks.. ntah2 next week dah log in. Ha ha ha. )

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I have started to open up one of the many books I bought during my trips to the bookstore. I am currently reading Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children (Hollow City) and admittedly find that my reading pace is annoyingly slow. Its like being dyslexic. I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed a fiction. Or read very fast. My speed reading skills has decelerated tremendously. My vocabulary storage has been stagnant for quite some time as well.  The smell of paper on the other hand kind of triggered my addiction to get another book – to which I did and I’m not even finished with this one.

I have gone blog-hopping as well. Some blogs with a serious tone, some very humorous. Travel tales and cute stuff however always seems to top the list of things I choose to read.

I touched newspapers again as opposed to depending on news feeds or ‘shares’ by friends on my Facebook wall. This I regret though, cause I find the articles posted on Facebook are far more interesting and less one-sided as compared to the ones printed in the local papers.But since I wanted to still ‘be in the know’, I resorted  to making more conversations with the people around me to gather the juicy stuff. And of course any happy , casual conversation would always lead to something else and soon I was learning about cooking methods, the best tailor in town and what is cheap to buy where. The beauty of live communication right…

If I were on Facebook, I would have gotten loads of birthday wishes on my wall because that was the easiest way to be in touch. It thus got me thinking, if Facebook did not remind me of my friends birthday, would I have made an effort to do so? Would I still send them birthday cards or post gifts to them? *insaf seketika* But hey.. Honestly, I am now in the spirit to re-enact my parcel kasih sayang just thinking about it.

omg omg.. project parcel kasih sayang.. excitednyer.. 

“I looked him up on Facebook”

 

” Facebook is like fridges. You know theres nothing inside but you keep checking it every five minutes”

 

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Mr Husband and I went to Putrajaya yesterday to meet a very specific man by the name of Mr K. Its been days now since his last interaction with Mr Husband regarding our transfer to Malacca for our next posting (as Medical Officers). The admin office in Kuching has been pestering us on the formal transfer letter [read: snail mail is dead slow in this part of Malaysia] and we in turn had to push this Mr K to have everything fast-forwarded by fascimile.

Mr K was really adamant that he has fulfilled his responsibility and convinced us that  he’s faxed the hospital in Kuching our transfer letters but the problem is.. where has it gone missing? Especially when the admin office kept saying that they havent received it. So we decided to get to the bottom of things and made a ‘short’ trip to Putrajaya. FROM MALACCA.

On the way to his office, Mr Husband suddenly stopped in his tracks.

“What? Why are we stopping?”

“Thats him, Mr K. I just saw him got into his car. And its not even 4PM yet”

“How would you know?”

“I looked him up in Facebook. I know he’s married to someone from bla bla bla. That he was born in the year 19** ” and he went on and on reciting every single fact he knows about this stranger, Mr K.

Yes, Mr Husband has developed this habit of searching and looking up everyone on Facebook. If he reads about someone in the papers, he’ll ‘expand’ his reading on them on Facebook. Hence, for those who did not update their security settings.. well, you’ll get someone like Mr Husband taking a glimpse of your profile. Of how you look, your age, your family etc.

Dangerous, huh?

Back to our little mishap. It seemes that Mr K was a fib. He never did faxed over the transfer letter. Thank God Mr Husband still has a week to report himself for his new duty.