Home is where the heart is

Today while browsing through my facebook's newsfeed, expecting nothing but more senseless status updates, I found one that's worth sharing. I don't know whether the wall's owner wrote this herself or like me - she found it somewhere and thought it's worth sharing - so if the real owner of these words of wisdom ever come across this humble blog, please forgive me for sharing without permission. One thing I'd say to you though,  thank you... BERHENTI PERSOALKAN! Kenapa aku buat baik tapi orang anggap aku jahat? Kenapa orang suka sakitkan hati aku? Kenapa tak ada orang yang faham hati aku? Kenapa lah orang masih buat dosa walau dah tahu hukum? TETAPI PERSOALKAN! Kenapa aku masih tak boleh ikhlas dalam buat baik? Kenapa hati aku rapuh dengan kata-kata manusia? Kenapa aku masih tak boleh faham orang dengan baik? Kenapa aku masih anggap diri aku lebih baik dari orang lain? "Berhenti persoalkan KENAPA pada ORANG LAIN" "Selalu persoalkan KE...

Okay, here are some big things that happened throughout 2011 that made me a busy bee. Meet my prince Ever crazed for the knight in a shining armor to save you from a dragon guarding tower in the middle of nowhere? Get a life. That dream is so 10 year old's. (says the girl who still dreams..a lot!) Well, this is my knight in shining white armor.He came to me in July and marked the starting of the driver in me - someone I never knew I could be. After six painful months in the driving school I finally gained my driver's license. But it was not after a year of having a license did I acquire this handsome knight by my side. I always thought I have the fear of driving, squishing through all those moving cars, lorries, trucks and God knows whatever they have on the roads. I never thought I could get addicted to driving until he came into my life. This is an accomplishment I'm proud of myself for. Somehow I gained solace and comfort and love, while I'm...

Lemme see...when was my latest entry. *cricket sounds* November, 2010... (okay, make that August 2010 because I accidentally deleted November's entry) Can you believe it?! It's a year ago since I last wrote anything! And I even forget the password for my wordpress account. That makes me a bad, bad blogger. Shame on you Hairi! Shame.  Life affects you in so many ways, and discouraging you to do something you like is just one way life works its wonder. It's not to be blamed though. I am just mere human, and I am always easily influenced.  Yeah, I'm back. For how long? Till life gets to me again, I believe.  It's now Dec 2011, reaching the end of the year and so many things had happened during this year alone. Some of them are not my brightest moments but they were easily erased from my life with those bright enough to light not only my life but those around me too. So, here goes, events that wrapped up my 2011. We're going to start w...

I'm about to be having a serious breakdown now and it's all due to It Takes Two to Tango. How can you not be worried when you have 128 amazing people waiting for you to make your next move and 73 more anticipating you to deliver your best? Put yourself in my place and see how you'd feel. No! No! It has nothing to do with that kind of Tango - though I seriously envied these people who could dance so gracefully yet aggresively at the same time ( well, not that I want to dance though ). I was talking about It Takes Two to Tango , a story I'd been writing since August last year. A story based on the Supernatural TV series that I wrote - about the adult Dean and Sam taking care of their younger selves (the picture will explain a bit if not everything. Don't ask 'cos I'll never be able to explain...if you're interested, click on the link) - a fanfiction. Yep! You heard it right, fanfiction. I see no wrongs in writing fanfictions though to some people it m...

Tips I found from chained mails invading my inbox (tell ya...if I kept getting something like this, I wouldn't mind getting a hundred chained mails a day, LOL) Five tips for a woman....... 1. It is important that a man helps you around the house and has a job. 2. It is important that a man makes you laugh. 3. It is important to find a man you can count on! And doesn't lie to you. 4. It is important that a man loves you and spoils you. And last but not least... 5. It is important that these four men don't know each other.... See, it takes five different men for a woman to acquire the perfect qualities of a man. No one's perfect, so does a man. If you want a perfect man, then have four men instead :-P Sometimes, we just asked too much. p/s: Mind ya', I'm not a pervert.

For the beautiful women out there...here's an Audrey Hepburn's ( a beautiful belle with a beautiful soul ) poem and quotes that I think are beautiful and worth sharing. ~For attractive lips, speak words of kindness..  For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.  For beautiful hair, let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. ~ ~People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.~ ~Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms.~ ~As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands; one for helping yourself, and the other for helping others.~ And people say beauty is made from having a slim figure, spotless face - free of zits, pimples and spots, and fair skin. I'd say the physical beauty is radiated from the i...

This what happened to me on Sunday, almost every week. ( Please don't pretend that had never happened to you...on Monday if your weekends start on Saturday ) My mind just couldn't focus on one simple dot. My mouth didn't cooperate with my brain, causing slips of the tongue as soon as my lips parted. I was being accident prone, bumping to tables and chairs... and even clumsier, dropping a thing or two to the floor and when I bent down to pick them up, another thing would fall from my hands...geez. Sunday or Monday blues might be different for different people. But for me, it's nothing about being bored. I just love my job, teaching the kids. There was nothing boring in that. Well, maybe waking up early in the morning was boring, but as soon as I stepped into the classroom filled with kids, eager to learn *yeah right* I was becoming enthusiastic. But still, the things I mentioned above would happen. Slips of the tongue, wars among my senses, being accident pro...