Hidden Talents

There was a time in my life when I had to rest a lot and not do too much walking because of my knee injury. I felt horrible because I wasn’t used to lying on the bed almost every day. I missed exercising in the gym. So, I can feel what my father is feeling, not being able to do what he used to do in the past.

He used to enjoy repairing things. I recall a neighbour bringing the faulty blender to him and he went troubleshooting rightaway. He’d find a way to fix it. I consider this his natural (hidden) talent since he never studied engineering. Till today I have no clue how he managed to do electrical installations etc.

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The Days in Kindergarten

I thought I’d accumulate the memories I have of my father so that when I need to read them again in the future, I won’t have a hard time retrieving information.

My colleague and I were reminiscing about our days in kindergarten and primary school. I told her that many children who are attending school today are very fortunate. They get to celebrate birthdays at school (of course, mommy dearest would have to fork out some cash for the birthday cake). They also have graduation photos (kindergarten too). On my 1st day in kindergarten, I recall my father there – with me. I recall how much I disliked going to kindy. Almost kicked my teacher too.

No, I didn’t get to celebrate my birthday at kindergarten but I liked the tiny sticker on my name tag (this is on manilla card). When we arrive, we pick that card with our name on it and place it somewhere – as indication that we’re present. The sticker on my name tag was a fairy – with a magic wand.

Not Into Politics

One of the things I dislike most is coming across hurtful comments in the social media and name calling whichever side of the party people are in. So, don’t ask me about politics or whose side I’m on. I personally believe that God will have His way.

James 3:7-10 New King James Version (NKJV)

For every kind of beast and bird, of reptile and creature of the sea, is tamed and has been tamed by mankind. But no man can tame the tongue. It is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison. With it we bless our God and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in the [a]similitude of God. 10 Out of the same mouth proceed blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not to be so.

Breathe…One Day At A Time

I’ve been asked quite often why I like taking photos. Well, I enjoy capturing the moments in still images. It’s more than the “been there, done that” feeling but it enables me to look back at those moments when I feel like escaping from the daily stress of life. I still find myself looking at the photos I took when I was in Italy and longing to take the next flight there to do nothing and breathe,..just taking everything in.

I attended a workshop yesterday. It was geared towards family caregivers whose loved ones are suffering from dementia. Not only did I learn that we’ve been doing it wrong but it is so difficult to do it right. Why? Because I’m human, and I get frustrated and stressed out, burnout etc… But life isn’t like the movie Matrix where you can just plug in something to remove all the negative emotions immediately.

I’ve seen a family member become less and less of the person he used to be. Yes, it’s not the patient’s fault but it’s difficult not to feel a wave of emotions from anger and frustration of not being able to do anything to stop it so stress when you face disrupted timetable. All I can say is, if you have a family member suffering from dementia, or think this person is suffering from dementia, get diagnosed earlier. Maybe it’s a form that can be revered with medication? If you’re the only person around who’s caregiving, get help and good support even if you are still managing the work well – you will still need an outlet to vent. Take short breaks if at all possible. Breathe…

If you have a staff in your organization that’s single, don’t assume that he/she is free  and has time for clubbing etc. Married folks might have to ferry their kids of for tuition etc, change diapers etc. Single folks need to juggle their work, their dreams and family obligations as well. When an alzheimer patient behaves like a child, the anger and frustration is real because as a caregiver, you are looking for his/her best interest but he/she won’t understand. And,..you can’t discipline him/her. You can’t send him/her to the room or say “you are grounded for a week”. If you’re married and you know someone who’s single and in this situation, offer a listening ear or suggestion (if asked)… The thing is  you will not really know how it’s like until/unless you are in the same situation. So…be kind,… everyone has his/her own battles.

I’m still learning to rejoice in God- regardless of the situations around me. And learning to rejoice even when I’m in the desert.

The Rude Driver

Today could’ve been my typical Wednesday but it didn’t happen that way. On my way home, someone hit the back of my car. And to make matters worse, he didn’t bother to stop at the side of the road to check the condition of my car. I motioned to him to get to the  nearest petrol station. For a while, he seemed to follow but he drove off. (I even have a picture of his car and his car registration number. I had a good look at his face as well. He was sitting next to a lady who’s also wearing spectacles. He looks like he’s in his 30s and the lady, probably late 20s. When I honked, they refused to look my way initially. When she did, she hurriedly looked to the front and ignored. So now, there’re some scratches at the back of my car and a tiny hole.

So, to the owner of that driver, I do have your car registration number in the photo. And there’s even a “P” sticker on your car. The fact that I didn’t go to the police station to report you doesn’t mean you are in the right. It saves me the hassle of claiming from your insurance and the saves me from the inconvenience of being car-less if I send the car for repair. You really do not deserve a car. If you had paid attention, that “accident” wouldn’t have happened as my car was stationary and so were the other cars in front of me.  After what you did to my car, I don’t have the mood to bless you. In my mind, I visualise you facing a series of flat tyres (plural) incidents every time you speed until you know it’s totally uncool to hit and run.

 

Distractions and ‘distractions’

Distractions. There are two kinds. Why two? One which you allow, and the other that just happens – even when you don’t want it to.

I’ve been busy trying to pick up the Korean language (reading, writing and speaking). The speaking part is difficult. Then, there’s the artworks which have been neglected because visitors keep coming (distractions of the other kind) and having to reorganize the room etc…Can’t help feeling tired and lazy to organize the room back to the way it was before the visitors came.

I wish there are 48 hours in a day but only 9 hours at the workplace (with the usual 1 hour lunch break). Then I have more time for the planned distractions and dreams.

Taken for granted

If you are staying over at a relative’s place because you want to save on accommodation costs, here are some ways that you can really annoy them. (Yes, I’m being sarcastic.) In other words, please don’t do this.

  1. Invisible Maids (You can’t see them, but somehow the junk you left on the table, and mugs you use etc gets cleared up miraculously. You wonder if there are elves or maids…. You do it again and again because it seems the place seems to be magical… ) Get Real. Since you’re not paying for your stay and it’s totally out of the generosity of the host, please out of respect, wash the utensils/mugs etc after using; unless specifically asked by the host to leave it. Don’t assume that you are entitled to maid service that’s free of charge whereby the hosts have to act as maid and wash the mugs, utensils etc…
  2. More About The Invisible Maids (So, you can’t see the maids, so you decide to drink. Perhaps when you’re drunk, you can actually encounter one.) Hello??? Done with your beer for the night – and last one to leave the living room – please bring your empty beer cans to the kitchen and switch off the lights.
  3. Free Electricity, eh? You’re not paying for the electricity bill, please swicth off the fan when you’ve left the room.
  4. Hogging The Washroom (You want to reserve the washroom so you close the door to leave people wondering if there’s anyone in there. Heck! That way, when you need to use the washroom, you will know for sure that nobody is in the washroom.) Just leave the door of the washroom open once you’re done. You are at the host’s place, leave it the way it is – at the host’s place.