Today's the second day this week I'm on MC. Pagi tadi bangun sahur with a head-splitting headache. Took 2 Panadol Actifast, went back to sleep, then still woke up with the same unbelievable headache.
Don't know what I ate or what I did that caused this.
On Tuesday, I arrived at work with gastric pains. I haven't had heartburn or gastric pains since I was pregnant with A. And no. I'm not pregnant. So I went to the nearest clinic at the office, got a jab in the arm, and went straight home.
The cutest thing was, I was sleeping when D got back from kindy, and the next thing I knew, he was standing next to me with his toy doctor's kit. Yep. He gave me a check-up. He was so serious about it, too. It was so cute. My baby's all grown up... *sigh*
Hari ni, fortunately G didn't leave for work yet, so he brought me to RSAT. After he brought me home and tucked me into bed, then he left for work. I was nauseous, couldn't open my eyes (coz the sunlight made the headache worse), and when I got to see the doctor, I was told that my BP is on the high. She of course asked me about my stress levels. Ey, who does not suffer stress these days, ya? And I got another jab. On the bum.
Last night, I had buka puasa session with work colleagues. Best jugak. It's great to have a social session after spending days of working with each other and getting on each other's nerves. But I don't know if 'twas something I ate that caused the headache to set in... Hmmm...
Ok-lah babes and dudes. I'm not fasting today - and I want to take the medication and go back to sleep. Tomorrow's still a working day. Arrgh...
p.s. No posts berbau politik hari ni... Tak larat...
Ahem. According to the Online Compact Oxford English Dictionary, the word similar is defined as:
• adjective 1 of the same kind in appearance, character, or quantity, without being identical. 2 (of geometrical figures) having the same angles and proportions, though of different sizes.
— DERIVATIVES similarity noun similarly adverb.
— USAGE Use the construction similar to, as in I’ve had problems similar to yours; it is not good English to say similar as, as in I’ve had similar problems as yourself.
— ORIGIN Latin similaris, from similis ‘like’.
Both G and I nearly fell off the bed laughing when we saw in the 8pm news that the newly released ex-ISA-detainee made another press conference today saying that she meant that the food provided for her during her detention was "slightly better" than dog food.
Then the news showed the clip (exactly the one we saw last night) where she clearly said that the food was "similar to dog food" (exact quote). Then she had the gall to say that the newspapers manipulated what she said. It's just hilarious. As a politician, isn't what you say is your promise to the people who voted you? So shouldn't you be careful of what you say? Especially in public, recorded by the media in video and audio?
I am on no one's side. I just find the whole drama so sad, it's funny. Let's see how the episode unfolds tomorrow. I'll be darned if some other smart aleck didn't pounce on this juicy bit and make it into a spectacle worthy of Malaysia Hari Ini...
Sometime ago, I told someone that I was not particularly interested in the country's current political situation. Was I selfish? Maybe. I had other things to focus on, namely work and family. So, I really didn't want to waste my energy on something I have very little control of.
Anyway, I've changed my tune since Sep 15th. A-ha. The very eve of the supposed takeover by the opposition party. Well, it got me interested. A bit.
So after all the hoo-hah, and watching the news this morning, where one politician was explaining how he was approached by a certain businessman to "jump" party, I can only say - who do you distrust more? It seemed blatantly clear to me that every participant in the on-going turmoil has his/her own agenda. Each and everyone.
Look, if I were in a position of power, or even if I am financially capable to do so, I would help my family. I would. Wouldn't you? It's just our nature, our culture. You take care of family. You are bound by blood. Don't tell me you won't play any favoritism. I don't have to be in a position of power to tell you that I take care of my family first. The rest can come later.
So I guess the question is - how far would you go to "take care" of your family. Human nature also has proven that we can never have enough. We have been "programmed" to strive for more. We have been taught to want better lives for our children. Which means more things, more comfort, more easy - so that our children have no need to work as hard, or strive much more than we do right now, in order to get to where we are.
Which brings me to the other question - what values do we teach our children? We must not lie, or steal, or hurt. We must be compassionate, sincere, and do our best - in whatever we do. We must not take what we have for granted. We have to work hard to maintain what we have.
Aren't the above what we should do for our country too?
Haven't been blogging for a long while now. I do need some space to vent - when no one is around to listen. Hope this would be the start of something new...
Today my boss (I should say she's my senior colleague lah) asked me whether I'd like to join a session that will involve regional participants - sometime 2nd week of Jan next year. Wait. Let me re-phrase that. My boss asked me to join the session.
No big deal really. Only that I'll be taking sabbatical leave next year. Why? Because I have to.
No. Not really. I need to. And not solely due to the reasons I gave to the company, my boss, my colleagues, my friends. I just have to get away. I gave 10 years of my life to doing something that I envisioned to be a noble cause. I spent almost every waking hour of those years working, or thinking about work. Am still spending it as such.
I guess a lot of people find work therapeutic. It's a way to escape from the other harsh reality - family life. Unlike family life, work provides a separate space, a separate group of people to interact with, an alternative environment where you can, to a certain extent, be an individual.
In family life, you're either a mother or a father, a son or a daughter, a sister or a brother, etc. Most times, you're all that. Don't you think?
I'm the designated coordinator for family events. Most of the time, I guess I don't mind. Because I accepted it as part of my responsibility. I'm the eldest daughter. The eldest granchild. The eldest daughter-in-law. The mother-hen. My better half is the eldest son, too. I guess we're just naturally the leaders of the pack.
But I was not so, when I was younger. I always did as I was told. I speak only when spoken to. I usually find it hard to articulate my words - just for the simple reason that I think before I speak. Probably I do that too much. Then again, when I speak, others listen... Which is the good part. :p
I remember at one point, my mom told me that I have changed. I'm no longer the shy, obedient girl I used to be. This was during the early tumultuous times of my married life. Plenty of drama then.
I guess I have my work to thank for that. I'm expected to be assertive, be bold, be courageous. Somewhere along the line, I evolved. But somehow, I feel that I'm losing myself. I act assertive, bold and courageous. I find myself speaking harshly at times, even when I don't mean it. But if I don't, then things won't get done. And I find myself being taken advantage of. And that happens more times than anyone thinks.
I feel as though I'm behaving against my nature. I see that happening to those colleagues of mine who joined the company at the same time as I did. Is this what progress means? That you change yourself in the best interest of the people who pay you to increase their profit? This is really putting it bluntly, but there it is. The honest truth.
So I ask myself. What do I need to do to find myself again? I don't have to tell you those who told me that what I intend to do is ridiculous. What more with the current global financial crisis. I'm just letting the fat paycheck get away. Which is why, I'm taking leave. Not quitting altogether. And what p***** me off is - why I have to explain myself. This is my life, isn't it? Am I not the one who has to live my own life?
It goes back to what I said earlier. We're all mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, sons, daughters, friends, lovers, enemies, what-have-you. What we do affects everyone around us. Even those we can't see, or don't even know. I'm still having trouble grasping my brain around this fact. I don't even know whether it makes sense... I'm just really looking forward to the year-long leave. Maybe, if our (well, it's more G's) lofty plans fall into place, I may as well just quit. Hmm...
Big D is next to me, and reading what I write aloud. For a 5-year old, his pronunciation is pretty good. Think it's time to stop blogging now. Till next time.
