A continuation of my previous posts:-

 

Expect the Unexpected I & Expect the Unexpected II

Expect the Unexpected. The Training at the Hospital

Being pregnant. Becoming a mother. Staying at the hospital for 78 days and then losing my baby. 

It was unexpected but it all turned out to be another life-changing experience. I had another life-changing experience when I went for Umrah when I finally understood the meaning of True Love  (see Part 1 : Unworthy Me). I realized in the hospital that the Umrah trip actually prepared me for my unexpected long-stay at the hospital.

Before my recent hospitalization, not many people would know that I was actually warded in the hospital for more than a month in 2 different hospitals in July 2010. I was hospitalized two weeks before, during and a month after my wedding (see Wedding Photos & Videos 1). I was granted special permission to leave the hospital just to attend my solemnization and wedding ceremonies, before being re-admitted. However, it was different back then. I lacked the wisdom. I failed to see it as a test from Him. I didn't accept what happened to me. I didn’t turn to Him.

That is why I am glad that I went for my Umrah before my recent hospitalization. I found myself much more calmer and more accepting of my situation. That was needed as I was hospitalized for a much longer period this time. Valuable experience and training indeed. Suddenly, I realize that I see things from a different perspective now. Not a different perspective from everyone else, but a different perspective from my own previous self, just over two years ago. I wouldn't have expected it.

This is a continuation of my previous post : Rediscovering the World

The tune ringing in my head now..

I've always wanted to write more about one of my greatest passions: art. Art comes in many forms, but art is all about expression. Art is all around us, everywhere. I've always wanted to share more on art and art exhibitions. I've been exposed to the art world since I was small, inheriting my dad's love for the arts. I've written a bit about it in one of my first ever blog posts: the persistence of memory.

I think I have been to almost all of RA Fine Arts, the Gallery exhibitions since 2007, but sadly, I don't think I've ever posted about any exhibitions yet, as much as I've always wanted to. I took photos every time, but in the end I never blogged anything. (Facebook albums  shared with friends do not count eventhough I posted quite a number back then).

I suppose the reason I haven't been blogging about it (apart from being busy) is because my expectations are too high on myself. Especially being surrounded by artistically inclined people in the local art scene. Without me realizing, I created unnecessary pressure on myself to translate what I feel and the thoughts in my mind into words. But now, I think I've accepted the fact. I am no professional art-critic. Far from it. Just someone who enjoys the arts and its beauty. I enjoy seeing and be in touch with my thoughts and feelings when I see it. Praises to God for the inspiration and for granting me those feelings and giving me the chance to enjoy all this.

So, that's the not so short story of the BIRTH of my first post on an art exhibition! This post. :)