Some intro

Good day and hello everyone. Ogenki desu?

I'm Sarah from Malaysia. I'm a Muslim, a first time mum with a beautiful daughter, sunshine of my life, Marianna (Anne). I'm in a long distance relationship with my husband.

I adore them both (so far) but my husband said, he might love my daughter more than me. Thus I wrote about Anne before him. How dare he said that. He should love the mother more. I gave birth to his daughter. How much have I sacrafice to have her. Oh well. I would still have her anyway. 😛

Sometimes I dream about me and my baby 'fighting' to get his attention. Like some family friendly comedy movies but definitely not like horror movies. I hate scary movies. I don't mind the gore but I do mind if it's supernatural. No scary ghost story for me. Thank you.

Oh, my husband took some days off to take care of me after I gave birth to Anne. So, he's not bad, eh? Hahaha

Let's move on.

I'm a teacher. Mostly I teach children age 6 to 9. I don't have all those fancy certificate but teaching has been my passion since I was a kid. I've been a teacher for 9 years since after I graduated. 2 years as a kindergarten teacher.

Here in Malaysia, u can be a teacher even if u don't have the teacher certificate. U just need the right attitude. After high school, I applied for education course but I was rejected. So, yeah. Whatever.

After working for nearly 2 years as a kindergarten teacher, as I show much potential, my headmistress recommend me to further my study, pursuing Master in Early Childhood Education but sadly, I don't have the money. 😢

The next year, I was promoted to a primary school.

When I was 4, I watched this children education program in VHS tape. It was a kindergarten program from Singapore. The teacher was so freaking nice and beautiful. I decided that I want to be a kindergarten teacher when I grow up as I thought everyone (little kids) would adore me.

Later I notice that, little children tend to love & listen to their teacher more than their parents. (Not me, but I have something else going on.) So, I thought, my chance, a queen!! I'll have my little Kingdom. (Humour me.)

I was a lonely kid and I remember having a hard time making friend. My dad even once told a girl in her class to be my friend. My dad was also teacher, a very scary teacher especially in children eyes, so maybe that girl was afraid of a detention or something and made it her mission to be my friend. Or she had a crush on my dad. Either way, thanks, Ain. My first friend ever. ❤

I end my rambling with one of my favourite quote,

"I know you don't believe in God and you don't believe in the power of prayer and that's okay. To each his own. But you've got to believe in something. Something more than you can touch, taste or see. 'Cause life is too hard to go through it alone without something to hold onto and without something that sacred." - Mercedes Jones, Glee 2009

Have faith & stay strong.
You are never alone.

I like to remind myself that. So, my post mostly is about me, telling myself to get it together or ranting my heart out (I'm a Muslim - by choice if you're wondering, there are certain things I can't really say aloud but.. if you don't know me much, maybe I don't get into trouble for it) or for someone else to find solace or something. In a good way, hopefully.

I would be honour if my thoughts help you find your way.

Much love, SR.

Ps: Sorry, English is not my first language nor second.