Saturday, January 05, 2008

Regrets, Do You Have Any?


A close girlfriend recently disclosed that she had broken up with her boyfriend of two years *. Couples go their separate ways all the time but what sets her case apart from the rest is the gravity of the situation.

She had quitted her job to be with him in the country where he had grown up. They had even met her parents during the previous year's Christmas, which as far as foregone conclusions go, indicates their commitment and love for one another. What went wrong, you'd ask?

Somehow she discovered while she was staying in his country that he is gay. Flummoxed? I am not privy to the nitty-gritty of how and what transpired for her to arrive at this juncture but what I know is that she's back in her country, nursing a mangled heart without any money or job. My dearest friend, my every being goes out to you.

Like her, the overanalytical me would start examining what went wrong. At which particular crossroad did the relationship swerve from its right (or if you must, straight) course? What if she finds out earlier? Would her career be salvaged and her peace of mind healed much quicker? Surely, if she has made the 'right' move, she'd be much happier. Or would she?

I sense the crux of the matter lies in coming to terms with the choices that one will later revisit in the future. Would I be much better off now if I didn't face this problem? Essentially, would a different fork in the road earn a higher happiness quotient?

With a new year on my mind, the theme on past choices and the underlying regrets resurfaced when I came upon this incisive article of similar topic. At a glance, it may look that the author is regurgitating facts that are as commonplace as the little black dress. However, upon close inspection, he proffered a more complete picture to this excess baggage problem, specifically as to why it affects and weighs down some people more than others. This fixation on 'lost possible selves' arises from our varied personality types and how we go about controlling the lingering wisp of regrets.

...Yet it is partly from studies of lost possible selves that psychologists have come to a more complete understanding of how regret molds personality. These studies, in people recently divorced and those caring for a sick child, among others, suggest that it is possible to entertain idealized versions of oneself without being mocked or shamed. And they suggest that doing so may serve an important psychological purpose.

The research also concludes that age is another crucial, determining factor which colours one's perception of life choices.
With age, people apparently detoxified their regrets by reframing them as shared misunderstandings, a retrospective touching-up that in many cases might have been more accurate.

Putting it differently, the ability to rein in one's emotions over previous choices - called 'complexity' - generally corresponds well with aging.
Complexity reflects an ability to incorporate various points of view into a recollection, to vividly describe the circumstances, context and other dimensions. It is the sort of trait that would probably get you killed instantly in a firefight; but in the mental war of attrition through middle age and after, its value only increases.

It echoes our level of maturity in the way of revealing, albeit through a painful process of 'elimination', what really works to make us a better and happier person. Lessons well-learnt, a silver lining's up there, the relapsing optimist in me believe.

Like any other, I have my share of regrets for the choices I had made in the past. Would I be better off working in the XXX? Why didn't I take that offer? Why didn't I tell her off? Yet, when I reexamined this so-called bad choice further, I realise that I'd not be where I am today if it were not for that supposed misstep. For all I know, even the slightest move from that chosen path would have grave consequences!

In Islam, we believe in the concept of qada' and qadar (predestination), which encompasses, among others, that only God has the exclusive knowledge of our respective 'final' destiny, our deeds work towards changing our ever dynamic destiny and that our supplication helps in averting disaster. Therefore, for us to reap the rewards of an eternal happiness with Him, we must remember Allah for all seasons. "... it must also be realised that Allah is not to be visited only when in need, just like a person who uses a toilet (in an emergency). If you remember Allah, Allah will always remember you."

In a broader sense, as long as we strive to do better and improve ourselves, we won't have time to toy with the ideas of second chances, the existence of parallel universe or worse, doppelgänger. We are too busy having a life and being grateful for what we have.

As for my friend, I may have been dumbstruck when you dropped the news on me. Despite wanting to spare you the cliches that you loathe to hear, I'll take the risk anyway and quote a corny line: It's no use crying over spilled milk. When left unattended, in a few days, the milk will emit the foulest of smells. So, instead of letting the odour permeate your space, why don't you wipe the surface clean and buy a new bottle/carton of milk?

Take great care my kindred spirit.

* About three years if you count the not-so-serious phase.

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Tentative New Year Resolutions


Yippee-yay-yay! A New Year is here! How time flies.....

It's half past one in the morning and sleep eludes me. Must be that Vanilla Latte from GE Mall that I'd gulped down.

Not a firm believer in resolutions myself, I decided for the fun of it, to fiddle with a list this year. This, by the way, is by no means exhaustive. :)


  1. Less surfing

  2. More reading

  3. Less carbs

  4. More cardio-exercise

  5. Less shopping

  6. More spiritual outlets

  7. Less internet

  8. More family moments

  9. Less clingy

  10. More 'Me' time

  11. Less clutter

  12. More space

  13. Less self-deprecating

  14. More self-reflection

  15. Less Caffeine!

  16. More Water



For great helpful pointers this new year to married (or not-so-married) couples, please click here.

Nighty-nite!

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Recapping 2007


Sadia on her Alphabet mat

Another year is drawing to a close. Where has the time gone?! It feels like only yesterday we were in the Netherlands, the place in which we spent a significant portion of 2007.

All smiles in Bagel & Beans Cafe, The Passage, Den Haag

Specifically it was Delft that we called home for almost a year, an idyllic town setting that we had grown to love so much so it was difficult to say goodbye to. There are so many wonderful things to like about Delft.

Sadia fooling around in the Delft's apartment

I think the main contributing factor to our stress-free, contented living in Delft was the location of our home. It was as close as we could get to the town centre but not near enough to be invaded by continuous throng of tourists and locals alike. Like the old, unassuming charm that Delft exudes, our apartment was aptly situated along Oude Delft.

Our backyard snowed in

This perfect location provides us with ample freedom to explore on foot the town at our whims and fancies. This translates to many an unplanned jaunt and memorable strolls whenever we needed a breath of fresh air or just felt peckish for Dutch’s creamy ice-creams or sumptuous Turkish pizzas. One of us could swing over to the nearby grocer, Albertheijn, if we had forgotten or were missing an ingredient for dinner, and would be back in jiffy before Sadia even asked for one of us! That was another thing I miss about living in Holland. The accessibility of a clean, friendly supermarket to walk into, as and when the needs arise.

Reading in the train

I terribly miss Delft and its simplistic, carefree life. With super-efficient public transport system, I don’t have to rely on a car to go anywhere and walking is a form of exercise that helps immensely for post-natal women like me!

Sitting by the canal

An uninterrupted line of serene canals, dotted by ducks, swans and other fowls, lends to the feeling of warmth and tranquility that I relish each and every day. Eating our lunch on the bench overlooking the canal, feeding the ducks there in the approaching twilight or tossing stale bread to the flock of ‘cute’ pigeons at the Plaza, we were blessed by such quietude that rejuvenated both the mind and body. This is a far cry from the hustle and bustle of a cacophonous city life that pounced on me the moment we landed back home. To be sure, KL has its priceless share of gems like late-night shopping until 10 p.m., which is almost unheard of in the Lands of Clogs.

Basking in the sunlight at HydePark


Trafalgar Square thronged with holidaymakers

Whereas Delft was the epicenter of our existence for the most part of 2007, we predictably indulged in some traveling which saw us in Luscious London during the Spring and in Picturesque Paris during the Summer. In early April, we arrived in London via the Gatwick Airport and spent four glorious days basking in some London attractions. The highlights of our trip were the lush greenery of Hyde Park, as well as the cobblestone, hilly shopping center of Guildford in Surrey. The trip also marked Sadia’s virgin steps onto a playground area, located a stone’s throw away from Aunty Idai’s quaint house.

The crowded EuroDisney

Paris was filled with a fantastic menagerie of sights and sounds, the types which rendered us completely and utterly useless at the end of each day. Strenuous schedule and crackling feet notwithstanding, we concur that Paris is one of our favourite spots in the world! The scorching heat in EuroDisney, the sinuous hallways of Louvre Museum and the soothing, aesthetic appeal of Luxembourg Garden round up my unforgettable Parisian jaunts. And naturally, the endless walks along the Seine turned into a daily ritual that we came to love.

Letting off steam on the grounds of the Louvre

Since the summer sojourn was the second time we visited Paris – the first one being in December 2006 – it felt as if we were coming back home. Balik Kampung. Everything smelled, tasted and looked familiar. We were on known territories. Even the sandwich parlor, Lina Café in Galleries Lafayette heightens our dejavu feelings.

Inside the Netherlands and outside of Delft, my preferred shopping ground would be Den Haag (The Hague), followed closely by Rotterdam and lastly Amsterdam. While I concede that Amsterdam is full of interesting places to venture into, I just don’t like the tourist trappings that are synonymous with it. Call me a typical country girl, if you please, but the noise and crowd level in Amsterdam perturbs me.

There were also temporary stays in Groningen and Den Haag during my husband’s two-week intensive course in those cities, which taught me lessons on patience, physical endurance and mental strength. The former, located in the country’s northside, is considerably parochial even for my standard and unless you have a bicycle, you have to rely heavily on walking for simple errands like finding groceries and toiletries. Lugging a 7-kg baby in the baby carrier for a 1-km round trip to the nearest shopping area was very exhausting to say the least!

With Marit & Robert at the lake by the hotel, Groningen


Strolling around the other lake in Groningen

Groningen was an emotional time for me since Sadia came down with high temperatures for a couple of days that resulted in rashes on some parts of her body. This also marked the first time that she got really sick in Holland. Luckily the doctor recommended to us was very helpful in explaining us her ailment and directing us to the hypotheek where we can get her medicine.

At the Malieveld park, Den Haag during Programme's session


At Kaldi's, taking a break from class

As for the Den Haag sojourn, which propitiously was the Programme’s last session, we were more than happy to bunk in a hotel in the middle of town, replete with food and shopping choices. This arrangement was in stark contrast to the awful Groningen stay two months prior. While hubby was in class, Sadia and I savoured the walks around the Hofvijver (Court Pond) in the Binnenhof area, and along the cobblestone roads of an exclusive shopping area, the Paleispromenade, gawking at the beautiful window displays.

Having lunch at DeBijenkorf's quiet food court

Apart from our tumultuous trip to Utrecht in January, the Dutch’s other memorable treasures include visits to the Garden Extraordinaire – Keukenhof, Mauritshuis, Rijksmuseum, Rotterdam and Amsterdam’s zoos, Bakkerswinkeland last but certainly not least, Dudok café.

Finally a Family photo during Raya Haji (hubby sans Baju Melayu)

On the Malaysian front, we celebrated both Eids amongst great food and company, especially last week’s Raya Haji as my Aunt, Uncle and cousin are back from the UK for the holidays. Also, in the short span of time since we arrived home in mid-September, we have executed two major purchases, that of a car and a house. It was high time anyway that we changed the Kenari into a more economical, family-oriented automobile. As for the house in-progress, it was a rather spontaneous yet serious undertaking that we went house-hunting that one fine rainy day. And how glad we are that we stick to our gut instinct!

Raya Haji at Kg Bharu

Saving the best for last, I finally dethroned the annoying monkey on my back last Monday when a Kota Bharu-based car dealer settled the outstanding balance of my loan. Alhamdulillah. After all the mind-numbing runaround, the parking violations for the car I DIDN’T drive in Kota Bharu and the last-straw police report, my husband and I heaved a huge sigh of relief!

Elisa, Sadia and Alya watching the chicks

Enjoy the last couple of days of 2007 everyone and hope all our 2008 resolutions will be followed through. *wink, wink!*

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Hartelijk Gefeliciteerd! *


From left: Nina and me (I think ;) )

It’s that time of the year again. No, it’s not Christmas, nor is it the New Year’s Eve.

Clueless still? It coincides with Winter Solstice, at least that’s what I told my would-be husband back then as a useful tip on how to remember my birthday. Oops, the cat is out of the bag. Hah!

Who am I fooling? It has been out ever since I unabashedly dropped hints here and there about the momentous occasion.

30-odd years ago, in the capital of Kelantan (a state in the East Coast of Malaysia), a set of (almost) bald twins entered the world five minutes apart from one another. The time was close to 7pm when the other half finally slid out of the canal. And that would be me. Hehe.

In the Malay tradition, it is commonly believed that the last one to exit the womb is actually the OLDER sister as she had kindly let the younger sister to go out first. I fervidly wish this is true, but I can bet that most people would agree I have the temperament of the younger one. Double hehe.

Also, according to my birth account, I was a songsang, or breech baby, which traditionally means I am endowed with magic fingers, at least as far as massaging is concerned. I want to believe this is real too and earn a profit on my tactile gift, not merely a ploy to massage relatives free of charge based on this non-scientific fact alone. Yet, I can vouch that some people, without even trying hard, make much better masseurs compared to my untrained hands.

Speaking of endowment, my twin sister is always known as the calm and collected half, whereas I am the klutz and scatterbrained one. My mother recalled that back in the primary school days, my twin always insisted her school’s shoelaces to be evenly tied by the former before she even dared stepping on school ground. As for me, I couldn’t care less about those details that clearly explains my relatively unkempt appearance. Even our penmanship – hers neat, mine illegible - gives us away. ;)

These outward differences stretched and expanded, literally and figuratively, into the secondary school (or high school) with me growing larger and geekier than her. I admit that I got jealous when she received the attention of some interesting people (well, at least they were interesting through my shallow, adolescent eyes), significant of which was a senior girl who took her as ‘adik angkat.’ The bespectacled, serious-looking me didn’t have any ‘kakak angkat’, nor did anyone want to be my ‘adik angkat’ and I felt terribly left out. (Well, Kak Muna was sort of a pseudo-Kakak Angkat but that’s another story).

But looking back, all this Kakak Angkat-Adik Angkat business, at least from my observation in boarding school, have more to do with popularity contest amongst my peers as opposed to genuine interest to develop real meaningful friendships. I could easily say that I’m bitter but to tell you the truth I have nurtured some friendships with people of varying ages post-secondary school, and we have been friends ever since. And the age gap has never been a problem as we’re mostly on the same wavelength, save for the occasional spats.

To my twin sister, I still carry that idealistic excesses that at times border infuriatingly on the naiveté. I am disinclined to think otherwise because as much like a leopard that can in no way change his spots, my gullibility has already become a second nature. I couldn’t rid myself of it despite my desire to see the world through a pair of more realistic lenses. That way, it wouldn’t hurt so much when the incongruities of life get to me.

Notwithstanding my seeming innocence, the two of us have always been, on some levels, a protector of one another, on issues ranging from education, health, friendship, money, marriage, to career. I still remember the time she treated me to a trip in Kota Kinabalu as our final getaway before she officially became someone else’s other half. Those carefree, light days invariably bring a smile to my face and remind me of what’s important in life.

As for our legendary series of fights, squabbles, miscommunications and everything in between, it is truly heartening, not to mention surprising, that we could look past all that and continually reinvent our relationship across numerous rites of passage. I could choose to harbor resentment for some of the angry words hurled at me (and vice-versa), but somehow the passage of time has softened the blow and deepened my longing to spend quality time with her.

My twin sister, Nina is a best friend that I could ever ask for. Come to think of it, she is my ONLY best friend – two words that I’d never lightly use. For someone who has two sisters her age and another sister two years junior, the need to crown somebody else as a best friend rarely crosses my mind. My other sisters would quickly beg to differ, I’m sure, citing the usual suspects of entrusting a third party with personal secrets, safekeeping one’s privacy and voicing age-specific concerns.

Breakfast time! Nina, Kak Long, me and Dikya

Few cherished close friends I may have but none singled out as the quintessential best friend just going by the route of certain indiscriminate criteria. Outside the family, the one person closely resembles a best friend is none other than my husband which must be one of the reasons why I wanted him as a life partner. So, my two best friends please play nice. :)

While my sister and I may not live under the same roof anymore, or hang out as often, my intuition tells me that we would always be there for each other for as long as there is a sky above our heads. Therefore, for my thirty-(cough) birthday, I’d like to acquit myself from harping on the past which can never be undone. Let’s accentuate on our positives, dear sister, for that’s what we Sadges do best!

Last but not least, in chronological order for the next four days, happy birthday today to cousin Lindsey in London, a Eid-ul-Adha Mubarak to fellow Muslims, a VERY happy birthday to me and twin, and happy birthday to cousin Arif in Sungai Buloh.

*That's Happy Birthday greeting in Dutch.

p.s. A Big Thank-You goes to Auntie Bae for the scanned photos!
p.p.s. For Birthday comics, please click here.