Musings

  Couple of months ago in class I was talking to my students about how me and them were ages apart.. And how we are separated by a generation gap.. To their surprise (well, some of them) and to my surprise, they didn’t seem to think what I was saying was true.. And so that day went by in me being in a state of temporary happiness having been thought I was younger than my age! :p When of course my dear I am beginning to feel the signs of aging and whatever else that comes with it. And so that is life.. one moment you’re looking up for beauty tips to clear up acne   then the next minute you’re trying on anti-wrinkle cream or worse, using an ingenious app on your phone that transforms your picture into some flawless young version of you.. Not that I’ve tried any of the latter.. but I’m just saying.. Anyway my dearest Wawa, I pray Allah gives me the time and health to be there for you if you need any beauty tips in the future. I may not be able to look like your...

Today was a good day at school. In the usual fashion of teachers day celebrations, we teachers were put up on a pedestal and appreciated.. There were tears (from some including moi) during the speech by our deputy head - she always gives a killer speech - and then there was laughter and excitement during our performances! This time round all departments braved themselves to stage a show. Was fun! I think we're naturals.. haha. Not forgetting the cupcakes and hand made cards.. best part ever :) In short, I think we made the students' day. Picking up from what was mentioned in the speech was something that went like this: `teachers at *** don't breathe oxygen but it is the students who become the air they breathe'.. Wow. Really? Like really, really?.. Erm.. I suppose it is partly true. The moment you get to the college, the life you're leading there revolves around them. Teaching them, assessing them, scolding them, advising them, cheering them on, writing abo...

I'm sorry. I meant to write.. But I've been busy living a life.. Hah.  But seriously, I have.. Will come back to these shores soon.  Wait for me! XOXO

It's that time of the year when everyone reflects on what the whole year has meant to them. On our part of the world, it's been pretty clear that 2014 has been a year of tragedies.. Even if I was not directly involved in any of the calamities,  it's fair to say that nobody in our country has been left unaffected by the incidents..  Truly Allah is the best of planners and as Muslims we must believe that he gives us trials and tribulations so that we don't forget Him and so that we will learn from it.. It would just be a shame if we came out of these disasters not being educated on the beauty that lies within the mess.. On a personal note with you dear Khadeeja,.. Mama has learned (and is still learning) the art of patience. As much as I think one of the solutions is for you to have a sibling (if only it were that simple), I'm happy to be the one playing with you and hearing you talk.. Boy you can say a lot these days you smarty pants.. ;) You can tell me stories, sul...

Gosh. It's been months. Such a cliche statement that I just had to start this way. The thought of writing has crossed my mind a dozen times and you have no idea how much I've been constructing things to say in here but.. to no avail :(  As usual I'm squeezing in time. You're happily playing in the bath tub right now while I'm tapping my fingers on this phone and having one eye on you at the same time.. I call this multi-tasking ;)  But now you're demanding I show you something on my phone.. So I'll continue writing in my mind and get back to focusing on you.. 😘  Laters.  Ps/ because you like green :)

When I was a student at Uni, my late grandmother, on seeing me off to the UK almost every summer, would often sigh and maybe even cry while saying 'when will we meet again..? Will we ever get to see each other..?' Of course she'd say this in her Negeri Sembilan accent and I'd say nice things to stop her from tearing up..  At that time I knew she was referring to her old age and thinking of time that was running out for her. I guess I was no different too often thinking of death whenever I boarded the plane and when it was taking off.. Then a few minutes later all would be forgotten when the plane started cruising on a certain altititude and the nice cabin crew served drinks and food and later I watched a movie or two. It was all happy thoughts of that moment and of the anticipation of returning to studying in England, my second home ;) But then when the plane went into air pockets and shook I'd grab my seat and feel my heart jumping and lurching for a few s...

A Farewell Ode The first day to me was really nerve-wracking, My thoughts were like 'they're gonna be judging', As expected, we all slowly got to talking, After that history was in the making. Like often before, there were times I got sad, And maybe sometimes a little bit mad, But surely there were moments I was ever so glad, To have met you people who ain't all that bad. My hope for everyone is succeess all the way, May you find it in studying or on any given day, Be sure to be good and of course always pray That a time will come that we meet again someday. You know where to find me, that is if you care to, God willing I'll be here to receive a postcard or two, But silence will not mean that all is forgotten, From the bottom of my heart please accept this little token. - Ms Shereen, 21st May 2014- In memory of my mentees, M12B, M12C & E12D