So you'll understand why we didn't go big this year, despite the initial plan to do at least a decent makan-makan and potong-potong kek celebration for our dear precious.
It's not like we didn't want to..but sick parents = no mood for big celebrations. Geddit?
As much I want to remember February as a special month because it's my darling's birthday, I would rather just forget about this year's february as it had brought me this close to losing my sanity.

Alhamdulillah, the trying times are over.
And we are all back to our usual hectic weekly schedule.
Me, being here (in Singapore) at times and there (in JB) at times, and adjusting to it all.
It's totally nerve wrecking. And not to mention, heart breaking.
But as they say (who are they, anyway??), we do it all in the name of Love.
Love makes us do things that we thought we would never do.
Like me.
I never thought I would end up teaching.
I know teachers out there are going to dis me, or smirk at what I am about to say, but whateverlah, ok. I need to let this out, or I am going to become nuts before the year ends.
Truth be told, teaching was never a first option for me.
There, I said it. Shoot me.
Please, spare me your syarahans, ok teachers and asatizahs.
I applied for teaching because I got frustrated as none of my job applications were successful.
Senang cerita, siang-siang dah kena reject lah.
And yes, I admit, teaching, to me, was the last resort.
It seemed like at that time, logic took over me.
I needed to work.
I needed cash, my own earnings, so I could buy those shiny trinkets that beckon me each time I pass that certain shop.
I needed money, so I can afford to spend on things unnecessary.
I needed money, so I can afford to splurge on whatever my daughter wants without batting an eyelid twice.
I needed a job, and there were no other options available.
So teach, I did.
I didn't think I could teach.
I just...jumped and hoped for the best.
Few months into this field, I have come to love teaching.
Sure, there are bad days.
It's not a bed of roses, that's for sure.
But at the end of the day, when I pack my bags and head home after a long day at school, I feel satisfaction.
Well, not everyday, of course. Most days, I bring back headaches and heartaches.
But that doesn't mean that I don't love my job.
I love teaching.
I admit, it is not my dream job.
But it keeps me going.

I am not going to let today's incident ruin my love for teaching.
I pray to Allah that He gives his guidance to my student, Syafiq Hammady.
I know that you are better than this, Syafiq.
I forgive you, and I pray that you will be a better person one day. Amin.