Thursday, February 28, 2013

PARA MOTIVATOR...




CHIT CHAT

One day a grandson went to his grans house and they sat together at the meal table.  He then started asking his gran whom he called as Wan.
"Wan, do you know if you can write with a pen or type on Samsung Galaxy II ?"

"Oh, lets check..." a little embarrassed as I have no idea nor have I ever touched one yet. Hehe. Shame!

On another occasion he came into the house, calmly making this announcement...

"When I get married, I want everybody to give me wedding presents... IPhone, IPad, IPod" 

He has just turned five...

Each time we sat to watch TV dramas, he would be racing against the actors what was going to happen next... that we have to slowly and politely telling him "Lets all watch together"...

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

HOT POTATO

LARA, my best friend related me her story through the phone...

As we paved our way...
The Golf Tournament was due in the next four months time.  I was given the task of Fund Raising.  What?  FR??? Am I?  Ooooooo, OK lemme just have a go and make it through.  Yes?  Why not?

"I was looking for you for the past three weeks" said the voice on the other end of the receiver.  The unexpected call was so thrilling that it sent me flying all over the place in my small office.

"Oh yes?  What a coincident. me too" I replied excitedly.

The conversation went on into the wee hours of the next morning... I was quick to inform of the Fund Raising and he made a promise to help by contacting his friends from the private sectors.  Ok, we went to bed just to avoid groggy morning in two hours time.

Time did play its role but to me it flew too fast to hold on.  I tried making a little moss as the stone turned its face...but was futile.  Excited to get his constant calls with such sweet words that sent me to dream lands and well above the normal flying jets' passages, I was always waiting for one.  Is this a coincidental call?  OR was it a real call?  I couldn't make any head or tails about them.  I  just went through until I was hooked.  Excitement has changed its path and I became more like hoping to hear hourly calls which surely enough they came.


Days and months that followed were filled with joys like I have never felt before.  Was this intuition, infatuation or I was in love?  I wasn't sure till the end. Was it?  Or was it an act of denial?  Whatever it was, it was madness.  He had truly carried me away, oh!  Onto cloud nine!  Promises of beautiful life once we tie our knots.  Doing things together back in our home town were words of rare breed that I have hardly heard before.  Was I dreaming?

Taboo!!!!

I suddenly was awakened by the strong family reminder!  Mom had sternly said, "Never to marry a man from this particular social circle!"  Was it true or was it just a mere warning with nothing  significant linking to it?  I knew from my ancestors, that one of my great grand aunt had married a man from the royal circle.  Nothing much was described about the marriage except a little something about the treatments she had received from her royal husband.  NOW!  Why this stern warning, then?  Another relation, my granny's cousin was also married to a royalty ...but nothing significant was also related to us as to how this taboo had surfaced.

I tried my luck by playing along with the Knight In Shining Armour!  A single father was what I was looking for to be my future husband.  The game was probably too well versed by such a pro.  Since I knew his family so well, I dare myself in this dramatic play.  His mother had expressed herself to ask for my hands to marry his widowed son.  That was only the intention but not yet executed.  I was like in a day-dream those few months.

Three months have passed.  It went on ever so smoothly.  He called me hourly as expected and each time before flying, he would text me soothing messages to pacify my feelings of being left behind.  When her returned, his driver would come and fetch me for meals to his house.  Sometimes my children were invited along.  He got on well with my eldest and youngest.  Never with my second child and the fourth never met him since he was in a boarding school.

I felt awkward?  Nope!  He reminded me though, that after we get married, the pictures of his late wife should remain where they should be...  They do not bother me at all as I have met her royal highness before she passed on.  Things were to remain intact... do I care?  Nope.  Let them be where they were after all am not such a fussy movers of furniture... but sometimes I do.  Do I?

When one day I had asked him,
"When are you going to Mecca?"
"What is there in Mecca?" came his abrupt-joke-like answer.  It blew my feelings into small shreds and like meteorites... they fell onto the orbit but never reached the ground.  Oooooooooo!  What was I getting into?  Was I supposed to back out?  Nope!  This is an opportunity to lead someone like this into the path of Ad Dee-nil Islam, thought I deeply.  I shall never give up on this likely task.

Meanwhile the fund raising almost touched the target.  He helped to get fat cheques from his corporate friends.  That part was truly done!

Royalties and dignitaries were in for golfing on such a date.  I was in charge of the overall registration and the food bay.  Very early morning, I got myself ready to dutifully run my task.  I drove down to the golf course and managed   everything on time before the royalties arrived.  I made sure the buggies were sufficient, goody bags in place, bottled drinks on each station are ample, trophies are in place and managed to see everything went on smoothly.  The rest on the course, I have someone else to oversee.  I for one had never touched any golf clubs ... I went only as far as getting their T-shirts and pants when they were on sales at the Pro Shops.  That's all.

In the afternoon we had a separate program for her royal highness.  My youngest daughter was the bouquet girl.  She was well groomed to do this and much suited to her age and her gentle gestures.  After the game was over, the  golfers were having meals together in the banquet hall of this hotel.  I played my role to oversea things went on smoothly.  The outriders topped my  list of great concern.  They had their meals on the terrace.  Well done.

From far, he was starring and giving signals as though commanding me to go over to send him off.  My relatives were around in the lobby and was busy talking.  I dare not attract their attention or let anyone in the crowd know what went on between us.  I just ignored him totally.  Later, it was time to check out of the hotel to find way to our home sweet home.

The rain fell ever so heavily.  I drove through with my daughter and another friend taking a lift from us.  We were to attend a birthday party of a friend's daughter.  Torrential or not, we braved through and after a few calls to get the precise location, we arrived.  My spirit was dampened by his calls.

What went on after was most unexpected...

After my volunteer work was over, it was time to move on.  I was to move to a new house elsewhere  with a much better surrounding and environment.  Packing was always a hassle.  Somehow the movers -cum-packers had helped with these tasks.  We managed things well.  Nothing much thought I.  Three big lorry loads were shifted out of our present dwelling and into the new one.

While waiting for the last load to leave, I was talking to my cousin at the car park.  The sms gave a sound.  I quickly opened and read the vary message for my youngest daughter... it was so apparent that it was not for me.

"Sweety,  uncle will be busy with the preparation to get engaged and will not be able to talk to you much".

"WHAT?"  came a strong blow into my face, mind, body and spirit!
What is going on?  What is all this?  What , what, what?????  Why am I treated this way?  I blurted out to my cousin.  We both were speechless and got  flabbergasted to the extreme scale!  If you can imagine...

Soon after, I had regained consciousness (I never did faint physically though) and I held my gracious pride well.  I did not do anything to reply.  BUT if it were my daughter reading that sms, what would have happened?  Why wasn't he brave enough to meet up with me, her and us to explain about all these?  Coward, thought I.

The vary next day, I was going to deliver goody bags to the palace.  I drove into the compound and parked at my usual parking bay...what else?  For Visitors only parking space... haha.  I walked in and the officer in charge was very friendly to show me into the holding guest room.  She had offered me drinks and some cakes.  Suddenly there was another torrential fall.  It was stormy outside. The temperature was cold inside out.  I was shivering badly.

That wasn't as bad as the sms I was to see and read which was addressed to me, personally.  The words were so strong, bombastic and accusative that I have now, as am writing this story, have forgotten about them all... All I could remember were those simple few,

"I need space to breath"... so said he...

My shiver became much aggravated then.  What with the air-conditioning, the heavy rains, the sms and they all stirred up my emotions so well that I became numb after that.  Somehow I did manage to control the situation well.  No one knew what went on inside me.  My head spanned inside but I managed to hold my steps as I left the room upon completing my duty.

Outside, the rain began to subside.  The guard walked me to my car holding the umbrella.  I sat inside my car, calling him.  It was apparent, he wasn't answering.  His driver had answered me and told me he saw him busy writing sms to me earlier before boarding the air plane to the next destiny!  On the spur of the moment, I prayed to Allah,

"Ya Allah please show me the way.  I have been tested almost to the brink.  I knew all these were mere games from a pro... who had killed too many souls including his own ...spouses...Ya Allah, am so ever thankful that You have saved me from further turmoil, messed up life and hurts and facing worse scenarios in life. Aameen"

That ended the feeling as though being dropped like a hot potato from the cloud nine by the Knight In Shining Armour.  The prince which I had thought was a gentle and gracious prince wasn't at all a prince after all.  OR were all princes like that?  I have been saved twice from such "life destiny" of marrying the much warned-about mankind.

The after effects were not that simple to describe but I shall try.  I have lost trust in them specie, I have never taken any marriage proposals seriously any more after this awful-much-too-learn- incident and I have never overcame this phobia in them ... More than fourteen years down the memory lane...


UNTIL one day, I went through a program called Hynotherapy and the coach walked me through my childhood past, my adult past life and my present... It took me almost forty minutes to get over more than fourteen years of phobia... through Phobia Pattern and Time Line Therapy. I have so much to thank Allah for all these openings and now am a much happier person who no longer have mistrust in men.  I have at one stage, Self Detoxed myself to prepare for the break through session in this program ... I managed to put his image in my minds eyes and I managed it with a broad smile as I was doing that until I was in the program again the next day.  No more remorsefulness, no more phobias, no more negativeness and absolutely no more mistrust!

Alhamdulillah Ya Allah.  YOU have saved me from the "gallows" of another human and soul killer. ;)







Tuesday, August 28, 2012

ANONYMOUS!

I AM SORRY I do not publish comments with anonymity ... and those with advertisements/link... Anyway, I do read your comments in spam section. Thanks for writing comments though!

DR.SMITH(?)


It rained! Ok, fine. It should be cooler and with every drop, there came Allah's Blessings, Alhamdulillah. 


I arrived in PPUM more than an hour later... (half an hour without rain). Another half an hour sitting in the car waiting for someone to go home or by miracle...removing his car.. not hers(!)...



Found my way (complicated way) to the Orthopaedic  clinic. Registered my name. Sat outside waited for my honourable driver Hafiz to arrive. Just before he appeared, I was face to face with someone! Instantly couldn't recall where I have met her. My first guest was could have been a lady working in the PM's office that sat next to me in the National Convention recently... NOpE! 


She was the person who had always offered me jobs in DRB Hicom those days when I was doing business. Ooooooooh what a shame! I couldn't recognize her?
Anyway, I shared with her Hynotherapy that I last mentioned and what else I have learned from my 8 months plus, with PLF. My! She was amazed about the 'ilmu (knowledge) Ihave picked up (not me!) Shared with her what I could remember about vision board, imagination board, LUA, Magnet with Allah, Attract Goodness and NEVER ever mentioned negativeness... Then we ended up in Secret Recipe for our mid morning breakfast.

AS my name was called... I went into the direction of the voice echoing in my ears. 
"Good morning Mam. You are a staff here?" greeted Dr.Wong the consultant in Orthopaedic. 

"Good morning doctor. No, am not a staff here" quipped I.

"My staffs mentioned that you are a staff here" a sweet smile was offered.

"No, it's my daughter who is the staff here, in Family Med... first floor there".. 

"OIC"... said he.

"Now lets see how your wound is getting along?"... he knelt down on the floor undo the neat bandage done by Hafiz.

"Oh, it's very clean and dry. Do you remember me? I was the one who came by and made a suggestion to Dr. XXX. So, how was it? "... 

"Dr. Wong, I had applied hynotherapy... bla bla bla..."

"Wow! Wonderful" Said he.

"Dr.Wong, may I have the doctor's phone number? I wanted to tell him these : - the expected pain in two hours (then) had never came until now, with Allah's will and last night as I was writing this story in my blog... I have given him another name, Dr.Smith. because I cannot remember his real name and please tell him, I am sorry"... heheheheehe...for giving him a new name."

"Yes, of course, I will let him know esp. giving him a new name" Hahahaha... he then continued.

"Okay now I give you this piece of paper, you go the other section
and have a new dressing before you go home, by the nurse. Keep it dry all the time and when you go home, you do not have to bandage it anymore. Let it heal."

Out into the corner I went... Osh! cosh begosh!
It's the other entrance to this building... I had taken the lift, turned right and all those to locate this Orthopaedic  clinic... I felt amused inside! hehe.

The nurse told me "Puan, you can go for lunch, then come back at 2:00 pm. There are 6 others to be treated and they might take more than half an hour each. Just then I noticed a young man with metal rods on his legs... like the cavadi kind of thingy!

I left and quickly made a come back.
"Puan, can I just go home and do it myself??? It's only a simple and little wound" said I.

"O ok, lets have a look... Oh so small. Come lemme just give you this bandage with plaster and this saline cream. NO Iodine okay? It retards your new nail from coming out. It's only for big wounds, its' to kill the germs. Yours is only so little (by her standard)... no need to put. Okay, now rub it with your hands" she went into the details of it.

"Oh I cannot rub it because I have been bersalam with friends just now"... she went to get a glove for me.

"Ok, I can go home now, right?" asked I politely.

"Oh and Puan do not forget to apply Franch OIL, it would be very good for you. Your toe nail will come out healthy" came a gentle reminder from her.

So, on the way home we dropped by at TESCO and get a bottle of Franch Oil...
Ooooooooooooooooo what a bliss freedom!!!!!!! I can now enjoy bathing (?) with my new Ms. Toe without its nail, enjoy taking ablution without spraining my body, enjoy this, enjoy that. BUT No driving and cannot solat without a stool yet... It hurts to make the toe stand up... Alhamdulillah syukur... its making a fast recovery and thanks for all the prayers... 

Sunday, August 26, 2012

HYPNOTHERAPY? yes


18.8.2012

THE INNOCENT little wooden cabinet...
WAS knocked by my Miss TOE!

YES!!!!!!!
I had a little accident. Yesterday, torn my long-time-ugly-toe-nail... it bled profusely ...
"Feeeeeeez, Please give me some tissues".. I called out loud to my son for assistance.  

Apparently, the toe nail was ripped open but not detached!  It bled profusely and it was scary to my son.  Fresh blood could be seen and I dabbed them away... The toe nail was out of its side "frame"... one time long ago, I remember when this incident happened ... by the side of the cuticle there is "frame-like" part and in that little insertion, I had pushed back the nail into place so that it would not come out and got ripped.  Urgh!!!  Having it secured in place, I dabbed excess blood and then got some bandage to wrap around to prevent further "damage" to the nail and flesh beneath it.

Life went back to normal.  There was a little pain but stubbornly I tried hard to divert it elsewhere.  Was it possible?  YES, of course.

Late evening, my eldest daughter, Dr.Natasha came home.  She took a look and advised me to go to the hospital the next morning.


Upon arrival, I waited outside the doctor's clinic patiently.  The registration number was earlier taken by my daughter.  When it was my turn to see him, I walked graciously towards him... could I walk any faster??  Nope!  After examining me, he told me the procedure.  Firstly, I was required to take some X-rays to determine if I have any fractures on my joints,  then had to go to the ET.  What?  X-ray?  A small incident led me to ET???  Asked me from deep inside.  Secondly, I need to return to this clinic to get the doctors comments.  Thirdly, I had to wait for someone to take me to the ET.

Someone did take me to ET.  Down the steps... into the lobby...then out the walkway, into the uncovered pathways... faithfully I trotted behind him with little Sofiya and Hafiz accompanying. It was an adventure to Sofiya.  She was of course so familiar with ET... She has been there few times before herself.

The Emergency and Trauma, here we come!

I was introduced to Dr.Smith.  He took out the bandage to examine which procedure to use.  Asking me lots of questions as though I have been hit in an accident.  Hehehehe!  He then took a photograph and MMS it to his senior consultant.  Normal procedure in a teaching hospital.  Fine!
 
Then a senior doctor came to decide which procedure was suitable. Just to let Miss Toe go home attached and just give her a bandage and dressings or having her  completely cut off! 

Once it was decided, I was briefed on the procedure.  
Two jabs of Local Anesthetic was necessary, I could feel the sharp fine needles being pushed into the sides of my Miss Toe. Then waited a short while before a little insertion had to be made.   He was asking if I could feel his touch.  I nodded my head.  I still could feel it as he was meddling with the toe end.  He knew IT!  The medication did not work well on me.  But he had to proceed.  Meanwhile, I was prepared with my Mind, Body and Soul to face it bravely with Allah's help!

A few weeks back... I was taught a brand new lesson...

First, I make a big white board on the ceiling and put myself there. I concentrated on my toe. I felt the needle prick as the LA was applied. Then I saw in my mind, blood all over the toe. I applied black color onto it. Then trying to give it yellow color ... until the procedure was done.  At the same time, I have diverted my pain elsewhere.

"My! You are very tolerable!" remarked the doctor after it was done.  I smiled away.

"Afterwards I will tell how and why"...

"Normally my patients would scream their heads off, and since you still feel the pain, LA did not work fully on you. MY!"

"I have self hypnotized myself. Firstly, I made a prayer to Allah, to allow me to use the knowledge that I have just learned a couple of weeks back. Then I put myself on the ceiling above me with the toe being the focal point. I put a black color onto it. Then gradually, changed it to yellow. But it turned itself into gold color and kept glowing until you are done."

"Am amazed! So now, do you feel any pain?" Looking at me in amazement. ;)

"No!" said I, smiling.

"Okay the pain will come after two hours of the procedure and I will detail out what you are supposed to do..."


Now, it is 12.40a.m. ( I am waiting for the time to take my 4th  anti biotic)...Alhamdulillah syukur, the pain isn't here. HOW? I have transferred the pain (since this morning) on to someone that I saw on TV 512 news channel... Alhamdulillah it worked.


Thanks Si Fu Rizal for teaching me this 27th-29th July... I have since rehearsed those that I have learned within those few days, to my "students" ... My lovely children...


Pray that all these 'ilmu keep on spreading to my doctor children so they can apply appropriately. Aameen.


Last remark from the doctor... YOU should come and help with patients having dislocated shoulders !!!!!!!!! LOL!!!!!!!


Allah was helping all along, not me. I have only applied what I have learned. He was the one responsible for the healing, taking away the pain and controlling the pain.. with Kuun fayakuun. Alhamdulillah Ya Allah .

As I am writing this post... it's more than a week now... there no pain at all since the little  surgery... Believe me!  IF you leave things to Allah, you will receive this experience like I am going through now.  It is not the Universe who is doing all these.  It is Allah The Almighty, The Creator of this Universe and The Most Exalted.  The spirit gets online and connected with Allah if you decide and make this choice.  The choice is entirely yours.  You are responsible towards it.  So, Take Charge and make right choices. YES?

Saturday, August 25, 2012

ANYONE?

Today, I made a lot of blunder while trying to make changes to my blog.  I am here to just share a few words of frustrations... O Really?

In the process of adopting new templates, I have lost all the blog friends' links... It's extremely tedious to recover through Google comments... I know!  BUT it's just impossible... I may not have the time and patience...  So, If you come and visit my blog land and found your name missing, please just excuse me.  It wasn't done on purpose, okay?

Anyway, I know I have not been a regular... AN excuse I have for so long lay upon!  Boring, ain't it?  Anyway, things have been absolutely blissful after the Ramadhan... Joys were there waiting for us on the 1st day of Shawal.