Different Level of Bullying

We thought school bullies are the worst. But I thought wrong.
Adult bullies are the worst.
Like seriously.

They Are Lucky

Here I am, waiting for my laundry, sitting and scrolling through facebook.
And I stumble across a video of a toddler being damn clever. Why, because his mom quits working and be with him all day. Which I envy.
I'd love to be with my kids all day, all the time. But then I want to educate my pupils as well. So there goes my own kids, 7am to 5pm at school and the nanny. With me at work educating other peoples' kids.
God please give my kids the protection and blessing. I know I love them and I had to leave them, and I hope they understand.
I am sad, and I am heartbroken.

Rants

I hate those ignorant bastards who thinks that they can have everything their way despite knowing it is not possible because of themselves.
Why would you go around causing ruckus? What is your freaking point? You can't get what you want because you are not qualified, and that's on you because you didn't study hard enough.
Salah sendiri, betulkan sendiri. Jangan harap ada orang dengan magiknya buka jalan untuk kita dapat apa kita nak.
Effing endless stupidity.

Those words.

"Cikgu, saya dah bagi semua yang dia nak, tak ada yang kurang."
These words struck me deep, so deep that I hold myself from crying the moment I heard this confession from a single father of three. I didn't know how to respond, I just told him to be patient as his son is currently in his teenage years. I believe its hard for the father, to raise three children without their mother. Also I might understand the rebellious acts done by the son.
Entahlah. I am kind of sick of this dunia.
Dear God, please protect my kids from this dunia's harm.

Two a.m.

Here I am, doing everything I could to make sure everyone gets good sleep and enough rest.
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Because I am grateful for having them in my life, I'd rather not sleep than seeing them unwell. Get well soon, abang and adek! Have a good rest sayang! I love you guys lillahitaala.
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On the bright side, I feel better too. EO rocks!
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(note to self: *pat on back* good job on trying hard not to do things that displease God, babysteps remember?)

That Softness

I just can't not write.

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The softest I have ever heard, from someone as fierce as him.

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How he talked softly, to her, so that she would feel good instead of feeling bad about leaving him alone.

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He definitely looked awkward, but that was the best part. He was awkwardly soft yet he was so assuring.

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It's okay, you just go do your thing. I will be fine.

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How I see it.

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And to Mak, semoga selamat pergi dan kembali. We'll miss you but we know that you're going somewhere you've been longing to go.

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That's it, go do your thing.

Post Election

I suddenly remember someone I used to know who would be so delighted after the election. That person was the first person who openly talked about politics, on campus. I clearly remember that person doing a lay-up with a "tolak-PPSMI" shirt. That person was bold. For every Bersih that was held, I knew that person would be out there somewhere trying to make a difference.
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Well, you're heard finally. We are heard at last. Thank you for teaching me to hold on to our beliefs no matter how hard people would take it on us.
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Note: We're both happy with our lives now I believe, Alhamdulillah for that. For I never prayed for harm upon people dear to me.
Subhanallah MashaAllah for the beautiful life.