Demam..
Muntah..
Cirit..
Batuk..
Adehhhhhhh..
Tetiba ajer.
Lembik dah tu..
Apasal la..
Kena bebel..
Mana lah aku tau...

Sorg lagi..
Nasib selamat..
Mcm mcm hal..

Ya Allah, aku memohon perlindungan buat anak2 ku..

Food for the..... soul, perhaps???

(sssyyhhh.. Sorry had to delete the earlier entry jap td..)

Whoaaaaa.. So long keep quiet huh!!!

Refreshing my soul kot.. Hahaha..

Today --- So much input..
Kerohanian...
Kemanusiaan...
And Science!!!!(hahaha.. Ni sebab x nk tgk buletin utama!!)
I am still learning to change...
Learn to listen more than talking..
Telinga ada dua, mulut satu... Ada sebab nya kaannn..

And Sobran Jamila -- sabar yg baik.. (Surah 70, ayat 5)

I pray to Allah that I cud Istiqomah.. 
Its somethg gud to do.. Its a learning curve...
At least, tak ler menyakitkan hati orang or memboringkan..
I kept some notes as reminder..
Tengok tiap2 hari.. Biar kepala tu betul sket..

Shud I end with the Science input???
Haha.. Nayyyhhh..
Esok ahhh..

Crushed dreams....

**A mother's tears drop easily for her kids...**

Tears of happiness..
Tears of sadness..

I was surprised...
She cried non-stop...
Over the phone...
Had to wait for her to breath.....

And another was on the verge of crying too...
In front of me...

All because they want good things for their kids...
Frens of mine...

A year ago..
I cried too.. Mine was out of frustration..
My mistake..
Had I pushed earlier..
But..
No point...
Damage done..
He is happy..

So, I tried..
To help them..
Based from my experience..

I can see the difference..
Happy news.. Sad news...
How different situation warrants different reactions..

The crying mother said she felt so deserted
Everyone around her got happiness..
I told her I understand so much that feeling..
She asked me, how did I deal with it..
I said, I had gud frens, I have a gud son..
I told her I felt alone...
Then I sat down and thought...
My dreams did not materialise because Allah say it shouldnt...
I told her, now we try our best to dig for info..
Lets try to boost her son's confidence..
She knows her son could do better..
So, work from there...

The mother on the verge of crying was frantic..
Trying to find means to support a son's future from her own pocket...
Knowing only a private college would accept..
RM12,000 for a start...
The price of an education...
I assure her, she's not alone..
Those with strings of As may not have the means too...
Only difference is, they get to be accepted by Govt-body Uni
Thats affordable to some...
Thats reality..
Us with less As or no As will reallly have to struggle..

But, choices are there..
How to manipulate the choices...
Again, lets do our homework...
Insya Allah... truth will prevail...

Mothers can dream too....
Dreams do get crushed...
I feel for them...
I have 4 to go.....
And none of them easy....