.littlest things.

An entry to remind me.

If one day i forget the purpose of being the one who clocks in at 7.10 a.m.

Or maybe when i dont feel the sparks n just barely surviving in this field.

She once was lost.craving for the reasons being one.

They need a friend who stands by them through thick n thin.

Or sometimes a guide.or a parent who listens.

Bila tiba2.

Budak gemuk comel yang rasa taiko curi2 keluarkan cokelat bagi dia bawah meja masa hari guru.

Budak cina yang selalu ada kelas luar scorer pulak tu jumpa tanya soalan dan lagi percaya dia daripada cikgu tuition.

Budak tingkatan 5 cakap rindu dia dan mula ingatkan dia pernah membebel nonstop 30 minit.

Oh.debat tentang sexism sampai rasa nak bergaduh punya semangat 21 lawan 1.

Bila budak2 mintak dia ajar lagi tahun2 ke depan.

Budak kena buang datang jumpa dia cakap terima kasih sebab banyak tolong.

Budak 18 tahun panggil dia bonda sebab rasa dia mak2.

Eh.macam puji diri sendiri je.

Haha.

Bukan.

These are reminders for me the blessingof being one.

She believes every teacher experiences the same.something worthwhile in this field.

To keep reaching the students' hands and souls.to mould humans.

Agaknya 

Allah hantar 1 ustazah yang cakap "dia ni mulut murai.dia ni xmacam adik dia.jangan jadi macam dia" 

Lalu balik sekolah kawan2 daripada van lain jerit2 "mulut murai.mulut murai"

So she wont be like her.this girl is going to be a teacher.

Kalau pun dia diingat,semoga untuk yg manis2 saja.after all dia manusia yg mesti pernah pecahkan hati anak2 dia.