Dear lust. . .

please behave.

I'm just not good . . .

at being a wife. I spend most of my time lately - thinking how unfit I am to be a wife, let alone a mother. I'm so not good at appreciating. I guess it's due to lack of feeling grateful to Allah for giving me such a soleh & perfect husband. How can I ever be forgiven? I seems to be forgetting my promises. I'm so sorry, Abang.

After a long discussion with my (so called) counselor: Miss Aida - we came up with conclusion : I'm having a mid-life crisis. (ya, whatever)

Abang,

you are so perfect, you really are - there are times I feel like I don't deserve you.

I don't deserve your love, I don't deserve your hugs, your smiles, your kiss, your care, your patience, your warmth, your attention, your *cough* money, your sweetness, your gentleness. . . oh the list goes on.

I know deep in my heart - Ainul Mardhiah is waving her love to you from Jannah. I am nothing compare to her. What make me feel even sadder I'm not even trying to be like her in your life. We are drifting apart, aren't we?

Should have posted ages ago. . .

about my dinner date with my lovely course mate at IKEA. It was totally unplanned. Fiza - out of nowhere suddenly 'appear' here in Semenanjung. Oh! Great things happen when you least expected.

Naurah's twin ;) Fiza!

.Kak Dyhar. - as cheeky as always.

It is really touching my heart when I hang around someone so near and dear in my heart. I can't thank Allah enough for this friendship I'm having with these two lovely ladies. I wish they stay nearby - so we can have dinner date as often as possible. I miss you both a lot! Keep in touch.

p/s: Kak Dyhar, ayuh date lagi dong!

11 years

& still standing ;) Alhamdulillah. How relaxing when you find out - something never change. In my case - it's my friendship with with my darling, Yus ;) Little catching up, laughing, hugging mix with cappuccino and latte made our little reunion beyond perfect.

"The students are manipulating you"

Really? Excuse me, I don't think I'm either that naive nor stupid to differentiate their love, sincerity with their sarcasm.

What absurd are you talking about?

Yes, I may not have as much experience as you but it doesn't mean I'm easily manipulated.

How such sentence can really affect my mood, ey? I can no longer hold my tears. 1st sad irritated tears in my two months of working experiences. But I'm still thankful it wasn't caused by my students. Alhamdulillah.

Teacher, you're my Rapunzel ;)

Awwhh.. so sweet. TQ sayang.

I experience touching moments with my students - almost e.v.e.r.y.d.a.y, Alhamdulillah.

During al-Hira' class, she gave me her drawing. (tak tipu, sgt terharu)

The artist - Naurah Sabihah, Ustaz Hasrizal's second baby ;)

I think she looks like Fiza - my dear friend in Sarawak. So cute!