Words from my Heart...

2015 has moved so fast, almost like a train.... This year, I remember : 1. Adik started Pri 1 with alot of resistance and crying, eventually, she is now a model pupil. Still learning to cope with Pri Sch life... Abit Kan Cheong with all her school work, everything has to be perfect....I can see the resilience n motivation in her. Alhamdullilah.  2. Coped with Abang's school work,found myself to be more relax in pushing him this year. Abang knows the importance of school work and has improved in his behavior in school, however, still alot of effort needs to be placed in terms off studies...Abang still needs Alot of encouragement...... 3. Hubby stopped work at OXXXXX after some bitter events from his new boss, took some time to figure out what he actually wants, eventually now settled for work with a Canadian based TelCo supporting a local carrier. A little bit more flexible, suitable for his style of working, 'start late, finish late' ....At times, there a...

My heart was in tears when I saw 'N' at the food centre that I frequent regularly. He is now a waiter there, limping and serving food. He looked pitiful.  ‘N’ used to be my classmate in primary school from P1 to P3. He sat next to me and often assisted me in my school work. Not only was he smart, he was also active and good looking, boyish Indian Muslim look. We lost touch after Primary school and I met him again in 2007 when I was working at Novena. I remembered a handsome man, smoking outside the office building. He called out my name and I was surprised that he even could recognize me let alone, remember my name after all these years.  We spoke and I told him I was married with 1 son, while he told me he was still single. He also told me that he was a plain clothes policeman. Happy that he was doing well, I didn’t think much of the meeting till I met him again at Masjid Mydin a few years later. He was still looking OK. Back to my story on N working at the food ce...

My heart felt pain and sadness when I read of the passing of the charismatic Johor Prince.  I cant even imagine the amount of sadness his family felt, let alone his mother's feelings Our Kids are our amanah. Anytime, they can be taken away. I love my kids...I enjoy spending time with them.  When we go out. (usually, its just the 3 of us)  Ummi love to look at your antiques and immerse myself in all our conversations as if , every stories shared was precious. Ummi want the both of you to have a happy childhood.  Tonight Ummi allowed the both of you to play in the heavy rain, despite it being only a mere 10 minutes of fun. You laughed and dance..... People who saw us thought we were weird! I wished I could join you both!  I told you both, it was Sunnah to play in the rain. You were both shocked, but relished the moment.  Do you remember kids? You told me it was the best night .... Happy moments indeed.