It's a gorgeous Sunday and all I can think of is sitting at a nice cafe outdoors and sipping some awesome Latte. I was all set to bathe and rush out the door with my laptop and work in hand then I remembered:

I forgot because I'm not fasting, see. Yes, it's THAT time of the month again. So perhaps, I'd have to be content in taking away my coffee and sipping it somewhere private.

Even so, I do love Ramadhan. Somehow, your efforts feel much more appreciated during this month. You somewhat feel stronger with each choice you make. Your prayers seem more genuine and your heart seems to calm down faster.

I love fluffy ranunculus and hydrangea. I feel like using them as blusher brushes.

One day I'll have a name card with this on it:

Shaheera Djafar

People Disappointer

Specialises in letting other people down

Awesome. Once I get it printed, I'll pass it to you.

I wish I could open my own cafe like Whisk one day. I think great things happen at cosy cafes. People write epic stories, they fall in love, heal a broken heart, close business deals, make new friends and accumulate a wealth of knowledge (whether it's by eavesdropping, reading or conversing with other people).

You've definitely got to have good coffee and awesome food. A nice atmosphere is essential too. Sigh. I really wish I could set one up and I do believe some of my gfs would love to do so too.

I've been listening to Lady Antebellum's Need You Now. It's the nice kind of emo. As in it isn't as depressing as a certain mister Blunt. :B

I'm not sure if I'm doing things right and I do know that things aren't peachy but somehow, I feel like sticking around. I guess it has something to do with watching my girls speak up more in class, a certain boy catching up with his friends and letting my babies go onto the next level. The amount of pride surpasses everything I've done so far. These are people's lives we're talking about. It's not personal gain or running the rat race. It's watching kids grow.

I do have to be honest, there are the bad eggs as well who try as I might, can't seem to grow up and are just adamant about being ignorant. There's also my own performance of course. I will never be able to be on par with the seniors and at times tend to struggle with executing my plans. However, it's the tiny improvement I see in myself day by day that makes me strive to keep on going. Sometimes it's a matter of one step ahead and two steps back but it's still a challenge to myself to see how far I can go. I do realise that I may not really be the best for this job but God knows I'm trying REALLY hard. This time I can safely say I mean it.

Okay. Time to schleeeeppp.