Her Waffle

Bismillah There is something beautiful about small kids. They have sincerity in their hearts that they will never intentionally hurt us, the so-called adults, even though the things that they blurt out could sometimes be quite painful. Conversation #1 Kid 1: Teacher, teacher ni bibik eh? Me:  *shocked* Haaa? Kenapa awak cakap macam tu? Teacher nampak macam bibik ke? Kid 1: Tadi saya nampak teacher kat bawah, tengah basuh pinggan. Me: *laugh* Mak awak pun basuh pinggan jugak, tapi mak awak bukan bibik, kan? Kid 1: *smile* To them, Premise 1: Bibik(s) in Malaysia wash dishes. Premise 2: My job description in the kindergarten includes washing dishes for the kids. Conclusion: This makes me one of the successful bibik(s) in Malaysia now  -__-" Hhahahah! Lawak la awak ni, saje nak bagi teacher malu eh? This is soooo funny that I literally laughed. I never thought of being called bibik before, by anyone (but for sure lah, dalam hati masa kali pertama diterangkan tenta

Bismillah. I've read this one quote before, Love him , he'll break your heart. Love Him and this dunya can't tear you apart. True, indeed. When we put our love towards people (manusia, not exactly the male species or the opposite gender in this case), we must be prepared of getting disappointed because men are created with flaws. This means, each and everyone of us is not perfect. Will never be perfect in any way. And again, as quoted from somebody over the social media, We cannot place our happiness in someone else's hand because once they're gone, so is our happiness. The One who deserves our unconditional love is Him, the One who puts the love into our hearts at the first place. Dia yang boleh memberi rasa sayang dan yang boleh mengambil kembali rasa sayang itu. Maka, sebelum sayang orang lain, kena lah sayang Allah dahulu, ye Amal sayang? My principle back then when I was in Form 1 (ini pun kes sebab kena letak kata-kata yang kena tampal pada loke

Things happen when you least expect them. And the way you handle your emotions when the unexpected happens is sure crucial to make sure that everything's just fine (even though it's actually not, deep inside your heart). Been there, done that. Without Allah, I'll be dead by now. Without Him, I wouldn't be able to put on that fake smile to hide my tears that were welling up in my eyes. Seriously hati, why are you so easily wounded? Susah betul nak jaga budak yang sedang menaip di papan kekunci ini.   I expect too much while I don't deserve all the things that I want. Anger is an emotion that I can handle better than jealousy. Period. Baru je rasa macam kena jentik sikit, tapi dah berdarah. Exaggerated, I know. But that's what I've been feeling. Up till now. And I tell Him to make me forget of all the pains and just let the sweet ones occupy my head. Aku banyak meminta padahal aku tak pandai nak memberi.  And now hati, nikmat (daripada Dia) ya

Bismillah. And now, it is time to really blog after sooooo much time leaving this site alone, without the owner taking care of it. The reason why I cried during the first day of 2013 is the part-time job that I have currently (and one other reason which I dread stating it here). I cried for having the homesickness as I thought that I would have to leave my family for the job. I know that it is not a reasonable reason to be blurted out but hey, I am the mommy's girl who has suffered from this illness since I was 13 okay? But I am not proud of this, really. This is because by having this so called illness, I have to find some inspirations to get me going. To inspire me to go to work like it's no big deal. It sure took some time for me to find those inspirations though, but I succeeded in eradicating that feeling of 'kerinduan'. Alhamdulillah for Allah who has sparked a feeling of happiness into my heart after working at the kindergarten for quite some time. I work