Showing posts with label My Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Life. Show all posts

Stuck in a Rut..


STUCK IN A RUT.. I've heard of this phrase for as long as I can remember but growing up, never really thought it would apply to me. Turned 33 on the 29th of Jan. Reflecting back on my life, I wonder if THIS IS IT... Am I going to live life not really achieving anything.. Becoming a "Have you heard what happened to her" story that people will tell their children so that the children don't end up like ME.

Mostly I'm just worried. My brother wants to further his studies but as he did not get a scholarship, we're not sure if financially we can afford it. My mom wants to take out her savings but I'm against this. What if, something happens to me and I lose my earning power. I give my mom a huge portion of my salary every month, what if something happens to me and she does not have my salary to fall back on. If she uses her savings for my brother's studies, what is she going to live on.. 

Then I'm worried about my brother.. My sister is finding it so hard to advance, even with all her skills and capabilities, because she does not have a degree. Will the same happen to my brother? Am I being a bad sister, by not ensuring he gets an education? Angry words were exchanged between us.. I said things I now regret.. But worried.. Worried.. Financial worries can really get you down, huh?? 

Then there's my mom.. A Cancer survivor, who badly needs a knee replacement surgery.. However, she's putting off the surgery as there is no one there to take care of my 90 year old grandmother. None of her other 6 siblings wants to take on the responsibility either. Leaving my mom to bear the burden of caring for my grandmother, even when my mom was undergoing chemotherapy and radiotherapy. I would never forget how she had to deal with the effects of her cancer treatment regiment while dealing with all the fusses and complaints that my grandmother makes. Can't really blame my grandmother though. She's 90. Can't exactly have her all smiles and sunny disposition. 

It's my mother's 6 siblings that anger me. Her sister who could spend 1000s going on European tours abroad but can't spare a dime for her ailing mother and who slammed the phone down on her cancer stricken sister who was asking for a little help while she undergoes radiotherapy. Not financial help. We make do with what we have. But more of help to take care of my grandmother for a few weeks at least until my mom completes her radiotherapy treatment. At the end, it was us siblings who took care of our grandmother and we did it, without complaint, for our mom. 

My mom is all the forgive and forget, the "They're family. Let's get along" type of person.

So sometimes stress really gets to me. I have no best friend to share it with. Except Mr. Blogspot here. Or is it Ms. Blogspot. Who cares. As long as Mr/Ms. Blogspot doesn't roll his/her eyes, say "I can't take listening to you anymore" and walk away. 

I don't have any talent whatsoever to better my life. I want to look for a new job.. One that pays more than my current one.. So that I can support my sibling's education and help my mother pay for a nursing home for my grandmother or at least get my grandmother a private nurse.. 

Then there are the other things.. I can handle the snide comments from elderly Indian aunties who ask my mom while looking down at me like I'm some cockroach that just slithered out of a sewage tank, "What are you doing about your daughter. She's so unattractive. How is she going to land a man? What are you feeding her. Make her lose weight". Or the comments that go something like this "You're so lucky that your daughter looks like she does because no guys want her. Look at my daughter. So beautiful. I have to fight off so many guys chasing her". Yeah. Indian aunties, who think that a woman's job is to get married and if you don't get married worse if you DON"T WANT to get married, there's something seriously wrong with you like you need to get a doctor to look at you ASAP.

It's hard explaining that you're happy as you are. That when you listen to your colleagues and friends, you're glad that you don't have any husbands irritating and controlling you and children driving you mad.. And no, I've nothing against children. All the kids I meet always give me a warm, fuzzy feeling and a lot of "awww cute" exclamations from me.. Just don't want any of my own.. Actually I don't mind having children.. Just don't want the husband that has to go along with it..

I tend to over-analyze and over-think everything. I worry that no one likes me. That folks at work just tolerate me. I worry when my YouTube videos or blogs don't get any hits. Not this blog. This is for personal ranting and venting. Sorry Mr. Blogspot (Yup. Decided to make him male). But my other blog that all my friends know about. Or supposed to know about. Darn it. Hate that I just can't connect with anyone. Do they think I'm just some weirdo freak, who gushes about Adam Lambert every chance she gets. Do they think "She's 30+, when is she going to grow up and stop being so desperate and childish". 

Worse, my Facebook friends, don't really share the same crazed interest in movies, songs and films. So whatever I write are just not something they get. Yup. I keep telling myself that to cover the lack of interest. When it could be that my writing just sucks and they're all like "she's at it again".



With zero social life and no other options on weekends, other than curling up with a good book or a good movie or film on tv, I get to work on videos for Adam Lambert. Of course, the videos suck but I love them, isn't that the most important thing?


What a sucky blog post, I've just written.

Off to bed with me now!!!!!Tweet This

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Having the Blues..


Do you sometimes have the blues.. A melancholy feeling when you reflect on life.. That you want something more but don't know what the 'more' is? A wondering if life is going to get better or if this is as good as it's gonna get??
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NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS


A friend asked about my new year resolution. So here goes :

1) Lose weight - This has been my resolution for almost 2 decades now. No chance in hell of it ever happening.. Bummer..

2) Spend less money on books - No way.. My favorite authors release books every year so I can't just not read them, right?


3) Use my time for more beneficial things instead of sitting like a dead log in front of the TV every night - But then, Monday, there's Entourage, Tuesday, there's Ugly Betty and Merlin, then there's American Dreams, the new Season of American Idol has begun. Glee, Vampire Diaries, Drop Dead Diva, How I met your Mother and Criminal Minds are coming soon..
What can a girl do?
 
So my new resolution :
STOP MAKING RESOLUTIONS!!!!!
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My mom's surgery


My mother had her mastectomy on Thursday, Christmas Eve and was discharged from the hospital the following Monday. She is doing fine at the moment. She was an easy patient. Didn't need much care or looking after. It actually seemed like she was taking care of me.

The doctor was surprised that my mom looked so cheerful and was happy with her positive outlook. The day after the surgery, she was already walking about. Taking the loss and pain without a single complaint. No moping about or mourning about what she had to go through. She was already sitting up the next day after the surgery, reading her books, writing her poetry. The best thing is she never even questioned God (like some people do) asking why this had to happen to her. What she always says is “Things happen. We cannot stop it. We cannot blame God, feel regret or sadness, we just have to move on”. Is it any wonder, why my mom is the person I admire most in this world?

It was an interesting Christmas this year, which was the day after my mom's surgery. We had over 30 relatives and close family friends around my mother's hospital bed. They stayed for more than an hour until the nurse had to chase them off. It also unintentionally became the introduction affair of my sister's boyfriend to the rest of the family. It was sweet of them to come and my mom was happy (I hope), though it was hardly the Christmas party she had in mind.

All the plans for a Christmas dinner with the whole clan had to be postponed. It was bland old hospital food for my mom. No turkey or cakes. Poor mom.

So one stage is over. Next is the Chemotherapy stage and maybe radiotherapy (depending on the results of the test conducted to determine the stage of my mother's cancer and the treatment required). She is scheduled for Chemotherapy in 3-weeks time. She is worried about that, I know because of all the horror stories we have heard about it. So am I worried. She knows about the loss of hair during chemo and talked about shaving off her hair completely. She said "If Britney Spears can do it, so can I". Will have to see how it goes. Taking it one step at a time. Just praying that my mom will be strong to handle it.

So my advice to all is this. Remember that early detection is so important. If you feel a lump or anything abnormal, please see a doctor immediately. Please do not wait. It could just get worse. Do not take the chance. Act now.
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Life goes on... Does it really?


I always thought my mother is invincible. She never used to get sick. She hadn't even taken one sick leave in all her 35 years of teaching. The only off days she had ever taken were her maternity leave for us 3 kids.

She is this power woman, handling anything and everything. Her siblings used to say that if she was not around, nothing will work and only with her around, things can be done. She does not depend on anyone for anything. She has also always been there for people. The only one out of 7 siblings, taking care of her mom. Being there not only for her children but also for my dad, her siblings and their family. So I guess I never thought of her mortality. Thought that she is going to live forever and that nothing would ever happen to her.

My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer recently. Her surgery (mastectomy) is this Thursday. Christmas Eve. When she told me. I felt like my world had ended.

Even with news like this, my mom is still a strong force. Instead of us cheering her up and trying to make her feel better and accept the news from the doctor, she is the one who is cheering us up. Knowing that we would be sad, she keeps on telling us that it would be ok. Instead of feeling sorry for herself and moaning and whining about why this had happened to her, she is the one trying to make it easier for us. We should be doing it but she is doing it for us.
We try to keep a cheerful atmosphere at home with my brother and sister cracking jokes, not allowing her to see our tears. 

I don't really know how my mom feels on the inside. What she shows us, is someone with a positive outlook, making jokes, not showing her worry. She even said that she is planning to write poems on her experience pre and post surgery.

As for me, there is a constant ache in my heart. In front of her, I smile and say some stupid senseless joke but it is when I am alone, that the tears will come. Then I worry, would she think that I don't care for her, if I don't show her my sadness or does the worry lessen for her, when people around her are cheerful? Reading all my postings, I am sure that it can be ascertained that I am melodramatic and perpetually pathetic. My mom is the least dramatic of us all. She is always calm, cool and collected. Although, I don't know whether she keeps all her worry and pain inside or whether she truly is not worried. I hope it is the latter.

I have no one to talk to, so writing this post is like sharing it with someone.

I now pray daily, that my mom would recover and nothing will happen to her. I also pray for strength to be there for her. To be able to effectively care for her. That I won't let her down.
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