I Ramble: 21 July 2017

In the name of Allah, the All-Compassionate, the All-Merciful.

Managed to have a quick celebration of 8 months as a couple with Beedin on the day I signed my contract with Uniqlo, which was last Wednesday. I even put on a bit of makeup for the occasion, which was a treat for Beedin. He makes me feel very comfortable in my skin so I rarely wear makeup on our dates.

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Coincidentally, a Mexican navy ship was available near the place I signed my contract. Now, if you recall, Beedin made a ship for me out of ice-cream sticks to carry my engagement ring. So to have that ship around on our special day, was definitely significant. ^_^ I just had to snap a picture despite the sun being in our eyes hehe.

Sighs. I’m going to miss him terribly. I’m starting work tomorrow and I’ve been feeling quite nervous about it. I mean, I’ve read the reviews and experiences online and I personally have an idea of what retail is like because I’ve worked as a packer before at Giant Hypermarket Tampines. Here’s one experience that can probably scare anyone from working at Uniqlo: https://onesundaymorning.wordpress.com/2011/08/15/uniqlo-operations-management-trainee-singapore-2/.

Sure, the person was an OM trainee who revealed the salary to be at $2.7k so you might think, what’s the relevance, Baeda? But if you were to read the descriptions of the job, seem rather apt for a typical retail associate. So in that aspect, I’m quite mentally prepared.

Am I going to have the same experience? Well, we’ll see. I’m known to be a crybaby but hey, five years of childcare? I’m probably made of stronger stuff now. I’ll take folding clothes into the night any day compared to washing children’s toilets at the end of a tiring day.

And oh, I actually applied to be a Retail Associate but surprisingly, they assigned me as a Senior Retail Associate. I suspect it is due to my degree. Imagine if I had chosen to keep my degree a secret. Would have been a shame. I almost did so because the first time I applied to Uniqlo, I was ignored. HAHAHA. I thought probably my qualifications put them off. For some reason, I thought, hey, why not re-apply. And whazaaaa…they reverted to me in less than a week. Toinksss.

So yeah, good luck to me on that. I shall endeavour to blog about it every single day if I’m not exhausted but I have a feeling I will be completely knackered at the end of each working day. Hahaha!

But I’m hoping to be able to schedule my life properly because I do have a lot of commitments after all. I just need that staff roster and then I can plan from there.

But yes, a one-week’s grace will be very much appreciated. So if I’m quiet here for about a week, you’ll know exactly why. HAHAHAHA.

Had a meeting today with SMC brothers. We discovered that the purchasing system on the wixstore site was disabled as it needed us to pay for it. Toinksss. So apologies all. If you would like to order, please email streetmobclothing@gmail.com. Thanks!

Also, I’m very sad about the passing of Chester Bennington. He influenced me greatly in music and my songwriting. In honour of his memory, here is a song that helped me through shit, especially when I feel so alone and when I feel people couldn’t understand me.

Because I can’t hold on when I’m stretched so thin
I make the right moves but I’m lost within
I put on my daily façade but then
I just end up getting hurt again
By myself

May Allah ease the pain of his loved ones and may He have compassion and mercy on his soul. Amin.

And Allah is Al-Hakam, the Judge, the Arbitrator. – MM

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I Ramble: 28 June 2017

In the name of Allah, the All-Compassionate, the All-Merciful.

I haven’t slept a wink and it’s already 5:25am now. I might be in trouble over the lack of sleep because I have not one but two interviews today.

Of all the days to be so wide awake at night….zzzzz

Maybe retrieving le fiance’s mail wasn’t such a good idea. Oh, the things he was put through. D:<

When it comes to money, both of us seemed to be tested greatly. Money going out but money not returning when it should be. I think if the both of us were to survive in the future, we need tighter financial policies. Hahaha!

But actually, no, it’s not really a laughing matter when both of us keep getting suckered out of our money out of our kindness.

I need to sit down with him and re-prioritise our pending payments.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure now that I’m annoyed by the thought of people getting away with our money, enjoying their lives, while the two of us battle hunger, sickness, and limited funds.

But knowing him and knowing myself, we won’t be fighting to get our money back. Instead, we’ll be fighting to start our earnings from scratch. Yes, it’s very painful to be conned of a four-digit sum and for him a five-digit sum if not a six-digit sum. But because we are very thin on resources, all the more we should utilise those resources in growing them.

So please, please, please pray for us our affairs will be made easier for us.

I also cannot thank Nora enough for helping me through these difficult times and both Nora and Lyra while I was in the Philippines.

I am also endlessly grateful to Him for letting them both into my life because if we were to base things on first impressions, both of them would certainly not be my friends and I would be worse off right now.

And I can never fully repay my family for spotting me cash in my time of need.

As for le fiance’s health update, he’s still weak and drowsy. It’s been a week now since that fateful night. I think what kept me up as well beside the abovementioned frustration in life is my anxiety in finding out if he will finally be well today. At least well enough to follow me to a group interview by the Japanese retail company I mentioned before in an earlier post. He is still keen on an outdoorsy driver delivery job but I much rather he stays indoors with people around him in a well air-conditioned place and goes home with a higher pay.

But I seriously think my pitch to him would centre more on the air-con. Hehehe.

Wow, it is 6:07am and I am still not sleepy and I have to be out of the house in about two hours.

Hais.

Stay financially wise everyone.

And Allah is Al-Baasit, the Expander, the Munificent. – MM

I Romance: 24 June 2017

In the name of Allah, the All-Compassionate, the All-Merciful.

Dear Bee,

Here are a few easy-listening songs for you to relax to while you are recovering. And well, okay, our favourite song at the end of the list hehe.

Love always,

Bae xoxo

P.S.: If you guys haven’t noticed, I have been signing off with Allah’s names (there are 99 of them), some were mentioned in the third video.

And Allah is Al-Qaabid, the Restrainer, the Straightener. – MM

I Ramble: 4 June 2017

In the name of Allah, the All-Compassionate, the All-Merciful.

When it rains, it really pours.

My personalised Ramadhan challenge suddenly pales in comparison to the real life challenges I am facing in Ramadhan right now.

Received worrying news about le fiancé’s current health situation. He had to quit smoking cold turkey, which is causing him to relapse into a mild stroke. His hands are starting to be numb. I feel more frazzled right now. I truly hope, in case of an emergency, I would be able to respond accordingly and promptly.

Now I have to replan. The plan now is to make sure I don’t break under pressure. It is a race against time now and we have to pray hard that our situation right now does not worsen further.

I haven’t been able to sleep well for a couple of weeks now and even if I do, they’re mostly mares. I know for a fact that this is caused by the stress that is overloading my head. And my heart is ever oh so heavy.

Suddenly, I have to grow up overnight, overwhelmed by the prospect that I might lose him but at the same time, I have to accept my fate if all of my efforts fail and if Allah wills it to be.

For now, I am still trying.

It is back to those times when I had my cancer scare in 2015. I hope everything right now is just one big scare and nothing more than that.

I hope when I wake up tomorrow morning, both of our lives will turn around for the better. I need to hustle a couple of people tomorrow and if they do not deliver, I will have to march down and pray that I can walk in for an interview at Uniqlo.

Bright side though, I have finished reorganising my closet. So that is one Ramadhan challenge met. And that we all know that it takes Nurul Huda three days to do so.

Will update the ‘CHALLENGES’ page when I use the desktop computer. Right now, I am on my mobile.

If anything, I am most probably being tested for my readiness to be a wife; to see if I have it in me to be someone’s lifetime partner, to ride and die with. So far, I haven’t been doing well in the test, really looking like I’m flunking it but I don’t want to cave in yet. I am determined to the point of absolute stubbornness.

Ya Allah, please make it easy on me. I just need that greenlight…so near yet so unreachable. It all hinges on that one lifeline I have been counting on for some time to be fair. Ya Allah, grant me strength and resilience in asserting my rights. I waited to be interviewed for the job for hours only to be stood up and even after being interviewed, I am still waiting to be given the online test that was agreed to be given to me two months earlier. For this alone, I know I am one who has been done wrong. My prayer as someone who has been done wrong is for me to get the job tomorrow in order to sustain my livelihood and my families, both current and future. Amin.

And Allah is Al-Mu’min, the Guarantor. – MM

I Ramble: 1 June 2017

In the name of Allah, the All-Compassionate, the All-Merciful.

“So what are you gonna do in your free time?”

Golden question. I replied to that question by saying I have been searching and applying for jobs. I applied for four in total I think by now. I will be ringing up my prospective employer later at 10am. I can’t believe it. I’m usually a bum but I’m actually ready to work. Well, when you are used to being financially independent and you have financial liabilities, I guess it is much easier to feel the urgency to work.

I intend to apply for the public library later in the morning. Will be a drastic change from the noisy environment I am used to at the former workplace. It would be nice for some quiet time.

But back to the question. I think besides feeling overwhelmed by restlessness, I should definitely utilise my free time for other productive things.

I am so spoilt for choices now. Hehehe.

That rambling aside, I miss le fiancé very much. I know, we just saw each other last Monday when he picked me up from the airport but we didn’t get to spend much time together because it was getting late for the both of us. He even had to walk home from Buangkok MRT station at midnight. </3

That brings me to the realisation that this is my last Ramadhan with my family. Next year onwards, I will be spending Ramadhan with le fiancé who will be my husband by then. In fact when we get married next year, it will be less than a week before Ramadhan.

I don’t think any of my family members realise that. :/

Well, I’m not going to make that a big deal. I just want to enjoy my last Ramadhan with them quietly. 🙂

And speaking of not spending enough time with le fiancé, it was a nice surprise when we both discovered we have the same love languages during our marriage course. Look it up online, the ‘5 Love Languages’. There is even a free test you can take to know how you communicate and feel love. For le fiancé and I, we both scored highly on ‘quality time’ and ‘acts of service’. That means we both express love to each other and feel loved by the other by spending a lot of quality time together and doing things for each other. Like him helping me to carry my backpack whether it is heavy or not or anything I’m holding (except my handbag unless I need to go to the toilet or need to do something). It’s helpful to know your love language and your partner’s because it will help you greatly in your relationship. For example, if le fiancé scored highly in ‘physical touch’ but I am not a physical lover, it might become a contentious issue if I don’t know how to meet his need to feel love through physical touch. And when you are married for life, every little thing tends to magnify because in the general understanding of a lifetime commitment, you know you will be stuck in that situation until death separates you two or until you end it yourself. It may seem like a little thing now to us who are not in a marriage but if you read up on divorce cases, you will realise that some are a result of couples having different love languages and not being successful at managing that because most of the time, they were unaware.

That’s why I am always very grateful for having him in my life. It does help to know that there is someone who is so alike yet different enough to be compatible with me. Too many similarities can lead to repulsion. Too many differences can lead to irreconciliation.

But oy, look at me, rambling until 2.30am! Goodness! Have a good day ahead, everyone. Enjoy these blessed days of Ramadhan.

And Allah is Al-Malik, the King. – MM

I Romance: 25 May 2017

In the name of Allah, the All-Compassionate, the All-Merciful.

Dear my love,

I have just finished the last piece of paperwork that I ‘owe’ the centre. I feel very overwhelmed right now because I know the past week has been difficult for the both of us…and it may be until we have both reached our goals for the upcoming month.

Sayang, it’s really crazy how fast Allah is rewarding me for every difficulty I went through. Right after pulling myself together to overcome my final moments at the workplace, He rewarded me with our booking at Lagun Sari. I was looking at FaceBook and they have just announced that they were having a promotion — secure wedding date with just $100 — which we managed to do before the promotion was announced! Then there was me finishing the article for the company newsletter although it was dropped to my lap one week before I left the workplace, which we all found unfair. Nonetheless, I finished it last Tuesday, way after I have resigned, and within three hours. Right upon completing, my dad passed me the cheque from the company. Timely reward, wasn’t it? Lastly, after finally finishing the centre’s resource inventory list, which took two consecutive Saturdays in my final month of working and a whole chunk of my time after my resignation (days actually), I was getting ready for bed when I saw my cash collections…of overseas currency. More precisely, I saw Pilipinas Piso. My jaw dropped. I took down the glass bottles containing the overseas money and lo, in total, I had PHP511.25. It is good for two meals. Alhamdulillah! What a blessing duing these difficult times! In fact I even found a 50 000 Korean won note. If I change that I could get at least SGD45. I was so tempted to take it! But… I felt that it is best to leave it there until I need it. Maybe one day, I will be grateful to have kept it for a future trip to Korea again. Wallahualam bisawab. Only Allah knows best. I’m just very thankful to Allah for all the good things. I’ll take responsibility for the bad things.

I hope that we can both continue to seek help from Allah through patience and prayer. He always answers, just in ways we cannot imagine or in the time He decides when is best for us.

I’m going to miss you terribly, my darling. If you ever feel lonely, you can always text King. 🙂

Yours forever,

Bae ❤

I Ramble: 11 May 2017

In the name of Allah, the All-Compassionate, the All-Merciful.

Alhamdulillah, I think my cold/flu or whatever it is has started to cleared up.

At the same time, I’m also getting over my recent bout of depression.

It really is very difficult to regulate myself whenever the pendulum sways all the way to the left. Look, the thing is, whenever something like that happens to me, to the human eye, I look like I’m just being annoyingly emo. If you feel annoyed by that, imagine my frustration when my body biologically refuses to get unstuck from that end of the spectrum when my mind is fine. My mind is aware that okay, I’m in a bad place and I’m feeling this way and I know why I’m feeling this way but for some reason both my mind and my body are not in sync.

Then what happens is that my mind gives in to my body.

It gets consumed by the chemical reactions responsible for the emotions.

So I start to isolate myself. Not necessarily physically but more often, mentally disassociate myself with everyone. I feel like I’m not part of the collective so that renders my existence redundant.

And that’s when I don’t feel anything. I don’t feel the need to drink or eat. I no longer crave social interactions either.

And so there it is, the critical stage whereby I need someone to keep on talking to me to break the spell that my body has cast on my mind but usually at this critical stage is when people who are trying to do so finally give up helping me.

I don’t blame them because it is not fair to them. I also have to tell myself that I can’t blame myself either. I have also come to terms with the fact that this is one struggle I have to live with. As long as I am not a danger to myself nor to others, I don’t find the need to get my head checked for shrinking.

Like you, dear readers, I’m trying to shrug it off as just being emo. Why make a mountain out of a molehill?

But at the same time I am staying cautious. I have been like this since my early years. There are patterns and the patterns are consistent…throughout my life. So I can’t totally downplay it but at the same time, I don’t want it to be a big deal.

Le fiance was at the receiving end of my recent bout and fate had it that he was rendered physically ill that he was running low on the resources in managing me.

So as we were walking beside each other, the distance never felt greater when we were actually physically close. Even as I gripped his hand, that distance taunted me more. Throughout our walk from The Analog Factory to Admiralty MRT station, it was silence that accompanied us.

That’s when I realised, it wasn’t the silence that was killing me.

It was his silence that was killing me.

Man, I never want to go back to that state ever again. I’ve had so many silent treatments before but this was the worst.

But props to my man, I guess he could never not talk to me and I could never ignore him.

And we’re back to the happy place we are in now naturally. He’s recovering from his illness [migraine and stomach flu, my poor baby :'(] and I’m recovering from mine.

Props to Lyra as well for not going Bridezilla on me.

If there is something profound she said during my depression mode was, “You’re actually not naturally emo…you’re naturally cheerful.”

I’m acknowledging the fact that resigning is actually affecting me more than I truly am feeling. My mind needs to be stronger than my clutch on le fiance’s hand…more than ever for the next seven days.

The way out is inevitable and soon, this too shall pass.

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And Allah is Ar-Rahim, the All-Merciful. – MM