Saturday, May 16, 2020 | By: Wa@Wawek@Siti ;)
Always remembered, never forgotten. Yes, how can I forget this blog and how I wish I could write regularly. Maybe this is a new beginning? 😌

Anyway, it has definitely been too long since the last post. Too many things have happened. But I don’t think any of us would have ever thought we were forced to stay at home to fight and hopefully win a battle. After 59 days, we’re closer to winning but still it’s not over yet. That’s a whole story for another day.

And then, there’s the baby. Yes, the third one. If anyone would have said to me 10 months ago, I’m going to have a baby, I would have definitely laughed at that person’s face. Now look who’s laughing, huh?! 😜 This, while pregnant at 38 and giving birth during the Movement Restriction Order (MCO) period is also another story for another day.

Today, it’s all about being appreciated.

April 2020 marks the 60th month of me being a Kindy Teacher. Yes, 5 years! Who would have thought, huh?! Aariz was 4 and Eisa just turned 1 when we decided to be a part of TKE ‘s family. Well for me initially, it was definitely just to have something to do; earn some money while having my son with me. Aariz started Nursery 2 (N2) but we had to send Eisa to my aunty’s while we’re at work. Mr. Hubby took care most of the sending and picking up Eisa to and fro. Sometimes I did, as I finish work at 3. It was an arrangement that worked really well.

The next year, TKE’s management offered to have Eisa in school for Nursery 1 (N1). Although I wasn’t 100% sure, Alhamdulillah, we were truly thankful for the offer. I can work and have both of my sons with me. It was truly a blessing.

As time goes by, all the teachers at school became more than just colleagues. We became a family. My bosses, which has now became more like mentors, sometimes mothers, at times sisters and also friends are truly the best bosses I could ever have. Don’t get me wrong, they’d give you a hellavu scolding if you’re slacking in work and do things you shouldn’t be doing. But it’s all for the greater good of the children. Yes, the children of Tadika Khalifah Elit (TKE). Gosh, I miss them! 😅

Anyways, yes my bosses. They make me personally feel appreciated. And I think all the teachers and staff feels that too. In ways that I would have never thought possible. Little things. Little gestures. Some would feel like they don’t make a difference but they actually do. We would be celebrated for our birthdays, achievements; even if it’s to pass the driving test. We get special treats on Teachers Day and Duit Raya for Aidilfitri. And amidst the happy times, we would also be comforted during the sad and hard times. In fact the whole of TKE family will support you if you’d just let them. There’s always a shoulder to cry on. Just choose which one you want 😉.

The joy of giving.

Of all the many things I’ve learned working at TKE, this is one of the things that I think make TKE a great organization. Our bosses love to give and they are the happiest when they can give. And I have learned from watching them and feeling their love and affections over time, the joy it brings when I myself do it. Give. Whenever you can, give. It does not have to be something expensive or it doesn’t even have to be an object. It could be your time, your affection, your help and even your prayers. Give with an open heart. And it’s not just me. I can see that most of the teachers if not all of us have become such wonderful individuals, more thoughtful and just love to give. Past and present.

Yeay! Duit Raya! 😁 Alhamdulillah 💕💕💕

Love the gifts! 💕
And on this Teachers Day today, I want to express my utmost appreciation and love to Teacher Anny and Teacher Hanis. I pray only great and wonderful things will come your way and that you’ll both be blessed always.❤️

Not forgetting also Teacher Eeda, Teacher Sue, Teacher Dee, Teacher Yana, Teacher Fiza, Teacher Wawa, Teacher Umi, Teacher Liya, Teacher Aliah, Cik Mas, Teacher Neesa, Teacher Nurul, Teacher Byha and Teacher Sufi; lots of prayers and love for all of you amazing ladies. May all your wishes come true and be blessed always. ❤️

Also to teacher Susi, teacher Wani, teacher Nana, teacher Ros, teacher Adda and Ibu (teacher Cha).  Lots of prayers for all you wonderful ladies too. Thank you for being in my life still. ☺️

And of course, HAPPY TEACHERS DAY!

To all my teachers and all the teachers in the world. You are the best and only the best can become teachers 😉

“The best teachers are those who show you where to look but don’t tell you what to see.”

Have a great day, everyone!
Wednesday, May 1, 2019 | By: Wa@Wawek@Siti ;)
Where's my clothes, Mama?

Saw this in my blog’s draft list. I wrote the title. Uploaded the photo and saved it 6 years ago. What did I want to write about? It’s anybody’s guess ;)

This boy here, he’s sick at the moment. He has a temperature and phlegmy. Gosh. It breaks my heart every time any of the boys got sick. But it’s all part of growing up, eh? I remembered our GP in Oz, Dr. Jacobs said “it’s not normal if the kids don’t get sick.” Okay Doc. I’m taking your word for it. :)

Aariz was about 3 in that photo. We were at Bradman Ave, Maroochydore. Life was so much simpler back then. Not easy but we were happy. We managed. The pressures of the society to rise up to their expectations, to earn more, to have  new things, to own bigger and better stuffs; zilch. We were able to set our own pace, to do what needed to be done and set our priorities accordingly.

The only thing myself personally lack, was my relationship with Allah. For that, I’m grateful for coming back to Malaysia. Raising the boys in Oz would probably be a great challenge  for me and Mr.Hubby. As Muslims, it’s actually very simple. Have a good relationship with The Almighty. Build  a great relationship with Him and everything else will be perfect. It sounds easy. It should be easy. But for me, it’s a working progress. So please #prayforwa 😅

Anyhow, I have a feeling that today is the day this blog is awaken from the dead. Haha!

It’s a public holiday today. Labour day. But I’m going to do the laundry now. Have a good one ❤️
Thursday, September 28, 2017 | By: Wa@Wawek@Siti ;)


Tired. Really tired.

The mind. The body. But it doesn’t mean I’m not happy. Contented. I look at my kids; they’re okay. We’re okay. I’m okay. Yes. Priorities do change. Especially when you have kids. I only wish I don’t lose myself. I can feel that I’m slipping away from my own self sometimes. I need a full body massage ASAP! ;)

Cluttered mind

So many things in my mind. I’ve forgotten how to compartmentalize. Especially late at nights. Or when I woke up in the middle of the night. Maybe it’s a sign. More amal & ibadah to Allah?! O Allah, Please forgive me!

Broken heart

It has a hole. It bleeds. Sometimes. But it’s getting more frequent nowadays. I just have to let go. But it is REALLY hard. Please help me, Allah.


Miss her. Still. Al-Fatihah.

Kempas Hotel.

Our current home. It has been 3 years and 5 months since we came home to Malaysia for good. From Oz to Malaysia. There’s not a day goes by that I don’t miss Oz. Well, maybe when I’ve got a tonne of things to do and practically passed out in bed at night; I’d probably didn’t even think of Oz. Heh. I didn’t think I’d leave Oz, to be honest. But Allah has other plans. It seems coming home to Malaysia was the best thing for us. Eventhough it was not what I wanted. Huhu.


We’re home. We’re closer to family. Tapi tu la kan. Bila jauh bau wangi. Bile dah dekat bau taik. Excuse my language. Well, we’re sure as hell can’t choose our family. But we can definitely choose who we want to spend our time with. Fullstop.

I’m actually feeling.. Huh?! Don’t know what exactly I’m feeling. Having my two sisters undergo stem cell transplant procedure in the morning just… makes me feel all scared and anxious. Sayu pun ade, berdebar2… Hopeless too. But I’ve realized that I can’t do anything except PRAY. With all my heart. And I ask of everyone reading (kalau ada lah kan…huhu..) , to please say a prayer for my sisters. May Allah ease everything and bless them dunya and akhirah. And may Allah bless YOU, dunya akhirah for saying a pray for them.
Aariz and Eisa sans 2015
About 6 months aftrer we came home.
 Rabbi yassir wala tu'assir
 Rabbi tammim bil khair
 O Allah, make it easy and do not make if difficult. O Allah, make it end well.
Ameen YRA

Hoping to write more. Just to keep the mind sane. Perhaps.