mental note to self

What's up with this sadness and all..?
Have been teaching for almost 11 years and should now be used to this.
I conclude am not really sad. Just hope to be remembered..
But why?
I have hundreds of students who I've taught before and are not in touch with me. And life has gone by just fine.
So, enough of this.
It's kindof pathetic really..

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a note before midnight

It's the end of June.. soon it will be July - my favourite month ;) Significant things are happening in July. Results. Decisions to be made. New students, new class, new people to break my heart.. Anyway, it didn't work. My time off. Remind me not to have any time off from the world wide web cuz it'll never work. Can't be separated. Today was not a good day. I need to get my eyes checked cuz my lack of power which I never knew, is giving me terrible headaches and I couldn't see the writing on the mahjong papers my students presented today :( and my power is already 600!! :(( Ok.. gotta go battle with my cat and shove a pill down her throat. Please cooperate. If you're interested: sher127.tumblr.com goodnight readers of my blog..

under the weather

I think I'm one of those people who rarely get sick, praise be to Allah for that. Yet when I do fall sick, it happens usually during the weekends or a long holiday like right now. Mind over matter. That's what I tell myself when I refuse to give in to my `helpless' condition.. If not I'd not be able to get things done. Yet of course our body needs to rest. Needs to heal. So rest we must.. and with that, I bid farewell for a while until I get back to my normal self. Abdullah r.a berkata, Rasulullah bersabda: “ tidak ada seorang muslim yang ditimpa cubaan berupa sakit dan sebagainya melainkan dihapuskan Allah taala dosa-dosanya seperti pohon kayu menggugurkan daunnya.” God willing.

a sight for sore eyes

Seven years ago we made a decision that changed our lives. My husband and I took in ( bought ) a 2 month old cat (from Penang) who at that time was a tiny one and could fit into my husband's pocket shirt. We named him Woody because of his colour and we never looked back. Since then we've breeded 10 of Woody's offsprings and 5 grandchildren. After several deaths, a disappearance and some giving away, only 6 remain with us. And they are indeed a sight for sore eyes, a source of comfort and joy and above all, our children . Can't imagine life without them.

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