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forever young

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Greetings all! I know, it’s been well over a week since I last blogged. So much for hoping to blog weekly! Each night I try to get on the computer after my children have gone to bed, but I’ll be too shattered to put my thoughts down. My hubby said it doesn’t matter if I blogged every fortnight instead, no point sticking to my once a week writing if it’s not of good quality. I suppose he has a point. Anyway, here I am tonight, missing my blog and ready to share some thoughts with you!

Now that we’re officially middle-aged (my hubby disagrees, he who still has thick curly hair and taut tummy compared to other men his age!), I cannot help but hear of illnesses and deaths all around me. I mean, we do hear about it all the time, but somehow it stays with me a bit longer than usual now that I’m older. I remember losing a very dear cousin of mine when I was about 20. He was barely 17. My first real loss, I was devastated, but I quickly bounced back. I was very sad but I didn’t go around thinking that it could also happen to me. Like being ill or being involved in a tragic accident, it’s unfortunate that it had happened to others but surely it wouldn’t touch me? I then heard of several University mates passing away in my mid 20s, again same line of thoughts occurred. Afterwards a few relatives died suddenly in their late 50s, I remember how I wasn’t too bothered at all. Until my own dad passed away in my early 30s, then it hit me real hard!

I went around like a zombie afterwards, I kept thinking about death. Life seemed really bleak from then on. I wanted to wear all black permanently, I felt no joy whatsoever. My husband was really patient with me, always there to pick me up. I then found happiness once more when my daughter was born the following year. Children keep you busy 24/7, they are the essence of life. You cannot be half dead whilst raising children, you have to be fully awake. You need to be alive in every sense of the word! So my life resumed its normalcy. All 3 of my remaining grandparents also passed away the same year, but I could handle it. I was busy with my family life and more accepting of death. I then lost my dear Uncle a few years ago (so sad, he reminded me of my father a lot), I was able to deal with my emotion through one of my posts, Goodbye Uncle. Until now of course, fast forward 15 years, we arrive to where I am today.

Now it’s like an everyday occurrence almost; I hear so and so being ill, I hear so and so dying. And I start questioning my own mortality, I know I’m being morbid but I just can’t help it. Today I went to the doctor’s for my health check-up, all seemed fine (Alhamdulillah) apart from the usual hormonal change that women my age go through. Even that made me a little upset, I feel as if I’m not able to cope. My hubby said I’m strong and I’ve been through a lot, he’s certain I can jump pass this next hurdle in my life. InshaAllah, I can. But it just breaks my heart to pieces to hear one of my friends from boarding school being terminally ill, yes, at my age. So very young still, as many would consider. Another school friend passed away a couple of years ago, also from cancer. I can’t brush it away anymore like I did 2 decades ago, certainly not. I have to take heed, it’s a reminder. Illnesses and deaths remind us of our temporary existence in this world. One day we too shall perish, sooner or later we don’t quite know.

What do we do in the meantime? We carry on living until our last breath. We do our best in carrying out the roles in life we’ve been carved out to play. We continue to strive for success and happiness. We try to help those around us, we try to be good people. We don’t falter or lose hope. And that’s how I’m going to get through the rest of my life. I shall stay positive, my family needs me. I may be middle-aged, but that’s just a number. I need to stay young at heart, so that I can carry on. There will be thorns here and there, that’s for certain. But I can ride through it, I shall try my best. I shall make the most of my life, no one else is going to do it for me…

With that I end my post. I’m reminded of another favourite of ours at boarding school back in the 80s. Forever young, I want to be FOREVER YOUNG! Do you really want to live FOREVER? The wordings moved me even back then, now it seem very apt. The world we live in today, so much more advanced but still full of pain and suffering. But as Anne Frank (diarist and fugitive of the Third Reich) once said, “Think of all the beauty still left around you and be HAPPY.” Go listen and ponder, a very beautiful song indeed…

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England 1996, my first month away from my homeland Malaysia

old songs

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Greetings again! On to my second post of the year! Since my Instagram is already full of my family pictures and activities, I’ve kind of decided that my blog should focus more on myself. But you never know, it might change again as I go along, I’ll see how it goes anyway. As my regulars would know, I’m quite fond of including songs at the end of my blog posts. But you’d be surprised if I tell you that I hardly listen to them any longer. I think I kind of stopped listening to songs when my children came along one after another. It was only when I started blogging that I looked up for songs that meant something to me in the past. I thought it would be a nice way of spicing up my posts for a bit.

I started enjoying songs a lot as a teenager whilst at boarding school in Malaysia. We’re talking about growing up in the 80s here, the songs then were simply awesome! Not like today’s rubbishy trashy ones. Even all the supermarkets I shop at tend to play songs from the 80s and 90s most of the time, probably targeting middle aged moms and dads like me. We’ll buy more when we feel good, right? The moment the more recent songs come on I can’t wait to get to the checkout counter and leave! That’s how much I loathe them. Even my youngest girl who’s almost 8 agrees with me. She’s got good taste. But certainly not my eldest son who is 17!

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The good old days, with my best buddies from boarding school. Can you spot me?

Anyway, one of the cassettes (no CDs yet back then) I remember proudly owning of was Debbie Gibson’s. She’s about my age and I absolutely adored her, used to dance to her songs all day long. I’m sure both my younger sisters would remember if they read this post! We used to call the Royal Australian Air Force radio station based in mainland Penang to request for songs (I grew up on Penang Island, Malaysia). The DJ was Australian of course and the radio show was for the Australian expats living in Malaysia. But I tried my best to sound like an English speaking girl just to get my favourite songs aired. What a joy when most of the time he played them, I’m not sure whether he realised I was just a local Malaysian girl who was into music big time!

Alright, I guess I won’t blabber on too much this time around. Still trying to get the hang of blogging again! But yes, it does get easier for sure as several of you commented. I certainly feel much more positive after pouring my heart out about dealing with negative people in my debut post. Good to know I’m not alone. People are people, just have to deal with them the best we can, even the difficult ones! Anyway, hope you enjoy this Debbie Gibson number I used to love. Brings back memories of my teenage self bopping along to it. Hard to imagine, I know! But hey, everyone’s young once upon a time, right? When I reminisce the good old days I can’t help but smile. Always young at heart…

winter blues

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Winter, a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments, embark upon a sentimental journey, and enjoy every idle hour.  

Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories…

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant:
if we did not sometimes taste of adversity,
prosperity would not be so welcome.

Hello everyone! Hope you’re all doing well. It’s getting chillier here, time to hibernate. Having said that, this time of the year is the most festive in England, we’ve been out and about a lot of late. Joining in all the festive fayres to keep our winter spirits up. You have to somehow, especially with young children. I need to create as many happy memories for them as my parents have done for me! I have posted many photos on my Instagram, so less of that here. I now find posting photos here a bit tedious to be honest, takes up a lot of time for sure! But one or two doesn’t matter I suppose. So as you’re aware my family and I are still around! As you know, this time of year usually makes me extra melancholy. The weather does get to you, especially the lack of bright sunshine and shorter days (dusk around 4 p.m right now). But it’s kind of nice in a way, time to reflect in front of the fireplace, curled up under a soft blanket with a cuppa tea. All the heartaches of the world can just stay outside with the cold. Adele couldn’t have chosen a better time to release her latest album ’25’ either, lovely numbers to keep my winter blues intact. In the nicest way of course, melancholy but warm. Knowing that I’m happiest right now, Alhamdulillah. When you’re middle-aged like me, you get to look back upon your adolescent years, your 20s and your 30s, and be grateful for all the good times. And you learn from the mistakes you’ve made along the way, as painful as it might have been. You also realise the road less travelled which you took turned out to be the best thing you’ve ever done! Enough chattering, I’m going to bid farewell with my favourite from Adele, enjoy! ❤

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me by a giant Xmas tree, cold but warm!

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my younger two with The Victorians!

MY CURRENT FAVOURITE, SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL…

 

 

september ends

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SUMMER ALWAYS ENDS WITH GOOD MEMORIES…

my beloved family, sept end 2009

my beloved family, England, September 2009

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my beloved family, Malaysia, August 2015

Greetings everyone! Just a quick post so as you know I’m still around! I can’t believe we are already in October, where has September gone? Has it flown past just like that? Before we know it we’ll be heading into winter and New Year 2016! I just wanted to share a photo of my family back in 2009 in this post, when my youngest was just a few months old. Seems such a long time ago, but at times I feel like it was only yesterday. Such is life, we just have to make the most of every precious moment with our loved ones. Those times shall never return, but the memories will remain. Good or bad, they’re our memories, something we take along with us till our last breath. I get a bit melancholy with the passing of time; the changing of seasons, the children growing up fast, losing my loved ones. I also worry more as I get older. But life goes on. Let’s cherish and celebrate the good times, and learn from the bad. I stumbled upon this song whilst reading another blog, how apt to end my September posts. As mentioned previously, I might not be blogging as often as before. But I will return now and then, InshaAllah. To fellow Malaysians who wish to follow me on my Instagram, do find me on Zuraida’s (We Tell Sweet Stories) IG, I’m usually there. A bit cryptic, but you shall find me eventually! Goodbye now, take care all! ❤

 

cameron roses

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Hello again everyone! Apologies for not being able to blog once a week as promised. It’s been a hectic few weeks since we returned from our holiday in Malaysia. Anyway, I’m here now. This time around I would like to blog about Cameron roses. What’s so special about them? Well, I’ve already included a getaway to Cameron Highlands whilst I was preparing my Malaysia trip itinerary. I knew my family would love this place, my own parents took my sisters and I there when we were little. The British discovered Cameron Highlands when they ruled Malaysia, they retreated there whenever possible as it was cooler than the rest of the country.

We had a great time in Cameron Highlands; we visited the Boh tea factory and plantation, the bee and strawberry farms. Will try to blog about them all soon! But right now, let’s focus on those roses. I had wanted to buy Cameron roses, bouquets of them! I had that intention whilst I was outlining my Cameron trip here in England. Which was over half a year before we actually went for holiday. I wanted Cameron roses (about the only place roses grow in abundance in Malaysia) as gifts for my aunties, we were visiting them along the way. Cameron Highlands was the first place we visited during our road trip in Malaysia. The other reason I wanted Cameron roses was to put them on my beloved dad’s and uncle’s graves. I felt so strongly about it, I knew I had to find those roses. By hook or by crook!

I was over the moon when I spotted a few stalls by the road side on the way down from Cameron Highlands after our visit. There were a couple of florists, that was a good sign. But the first one didn’t sell roses. I ran across the road to the next one, I spotted a few fresh bouquets. The Chinese lady thought I wanted one bouquet, I told her I wanted a handful! She was overjoyed she sold me and armful and more! She was about to close for the day so she gave me extra roses at no extra charge. She was just overwhelmed that I had bought so many! Anyway, I ran back to the car to the amazement of my hubby and 4 children. They couldn’t even see me at first, just my arms full of colourful roses. Alhamdulillah (Praise be to God) my wishes came true. The Cameron roses were mine in the end, after months of longing. My aunties received them happily. I just wanted them to know I love them always, regardless of the distance separating us. And the Cameron roses laid on the graves, accompanying my prayers for my forever beloved father and uncle, may they rest in peace…❤

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my cameron bouquets, a couple more already been given away

my older two reciting prayers for their beloved grandpa

my older two reciting prayers for their beloved grandpa

cameron flowers for my beloved father

cameron roses for my beloved father

my beloved father, rest in peace

my beloved father, rest in peace

my beloved uncle, rest in peace

my beloved uncle, rest in peace