Habits Of A Wanderer

In my memories of  childhood dreams, For the world to see, My heart is filled with a great dream. Through the long, dreary days, You were there. I can cry , For you fill my weary heart, Right here, right now, You are my shining gift! My life, my love, My gift!

 Went to Fatimah Hospital to visit my uncle. This was how the corner was decorated for Christmas.  My niece, Isy was attracted to the decorations which is where i ended up sitting to watch her so that she doesn't pull out any of the decorations Such a poser!! Aish! She just loves getting her picture taken like a celebrity

There was once a beautiful girl. With all the beauty you could possess in the world. Her hair as dark, as the summer night, her eyes, beautiful green and bright. The beautiful girl you could say, was as nice, as a bright sunny day. She wore the most dazzling dresses, best jewelry and such, but only thing her heart yearned form was a true mans touch. She ached and quaked, and felt deep inside, " i want a true hearted man to be my pride!" So she got up and went out, and gathered some men, do you know what happened then? She eliminated the too tall, the to fat, the too thin. She wanted a true hearted man, a handsome man, like it was a fearless sin, So she picked the unattractive and politely said "No", until all that was left was what could be described as, dashingly, sexy, row. Rugged and good looking, and what great smiles, these men were so perfect to look at, she nearly went wild. She pondered and pondered until she could ponder no more. She walked up to o

Nocturnal. So take another drink. The journal. Makes your heart sink. Eternal. Too empty to think. So brutal. The words you bleed in ink. Suffering artist. Bleeds the deepest. Stressed writer. Tired fighter. Damaged poet. No one knows it. Frustrated. Hours have gone by. Aggravated. The paper is still dry. Defeated. Breakdown and cry. Deleted. Not worth another try. The words you bleed in ink. Hours since your last blink. Moment since your last drink. Buzz so thick, can't think. Missing the final link. The words you try to bleed in ink. Suffering artist, Bleeds the deepest, Yet soars the highest. Writing can be easy for some people but there also people who can't write after a certain period of time. This is called writer's block! I respect writers because they can't bleed the words they want in to the paper without any hesitation. I had this block for almost 6 months. I couldn't write any stories nor update my blog. Inspiration w

Yesterday 20/10/2012 was Minyi's surprise birthday celebration. What can i say it was suppose to be a surprise birthday party but her mum told her that we are celebrating her birthday... no hard feelings as all of us had fun and that day is some day we will never forget as many memories has been made that day... People change but the memories you made with them remains the same even when you're going to die. habits die hard but remember memories you had with someone will very ever die. You might have forgotten them now but there are moments where you will remember them as you live your life.

The beautiful, little flower sat upon the hill, Surrounded and protected by the other plants, Its vibrant colours, a calling to others. Pilgrimage of animals, day by day, To worship- to bask in its glory. It still stands there, with all its pride. Living beautifully everyday, spreading joy to everyone. But then one day it realized, that someday that time will come, When it will have to wither, and will slowly have to die, It did not want to lose its beauty, nor did it want to disappear. The flower wanted to continue, To be worshiped and idolized for its looks, It still stands there, with all its pride. Living beautifully everyday, spreading jo to everyone. The flower finally realized what it had to do, The little flower began to absorb, All the nutrients from everything around, Everything that used to live around that little flower, Began to lose energy and started to wither away, It still stands there with all its greed, Living beautifully everyday, taking joy fr

Each way i look, there's someone better looking.  More bold features.  Brighter smile.  I try to keep my smile, but then i see theirs.  It starts as a hallow hole in my chest.  Then i look a different way, and that hallow hole fills envy. Try the other way.  The hole turns in a black hole. A swarming abyss filled with no self-esteem, no self-worth and desire to be someone, anyone else. Then i turn and see a mirror. I see flaw after flaw. I turn the envy for better looking to hatred for myself. But what if; Each way i look, I see someone like me.  Someone who loves the sun and hates gas prices.  Someone had a bad day last week, someone eager for the weekends.  What if i didn't hate their bright smile, but returned one?  Instead of a hallow hole, I felt a beating heart, just like theirs.  And a compliment that made theirs beat faster, and mine grow larger.  If i turn the other way and open a door for a woman who needed a friend. Turn a

Never listen to anyone that says you need to change something about yourself! The only person you to please is you, and you're perfect just the way you are. Believe in yourself, for your difference are what makes you stand out. See the blemish on your face, Everyone tells you to erase, But you seem to think, While you're on the brink, That blemish is your own grace. See that bend on your stance, Noticeable in just one glance, Heal it, they say, Make it go away, But you carry on with you prance. See that frizz in your hair, That one that makes people stare, ''Look at that awful mane, Walking around she looks insane!'' But this is the only style you can bear. See that extra fat on your thighs, Where all the food you eat lies, They tell you to lose that weight, Then you'll start to look great, But here you're content with you're size. See the strength that you have within you, That one that makes you believe in, How you look

 Its been awhile since i wrote anything here. I missed it and now i am back on track. I have been spending some quality time with some of my friends who i didn't meet for about 2 years now. People tend to get hot when you don't see them for a long time. I missed all the fun stuff i did with them. People change but memories don't so i believe my friends are still the same under all those actions they do.Life is always full of  surprises for me. You never know when you will met run into someone you know after 12years or maybe being mistaken as someone's daughter. My life has never been all about me, myself but my life has always been about someone doing something for me. It will always will remembered. Maybe now no one appreciates what you have done but remember there is someone out there finding for someone they can trust. Someone they can have an heart to heart talk. There's someone being thankful for what you have done years ago. If you have helped someone, be happ

Hmm.. Its been awhile since i posted anything here. Sorry because I got carried away with all my school works and also my tuition works. Well let me keep you all updated about my life :)  Its May already? so fast! I have been going through many things these past years and this year is very important to me since its SPM! the ticket out of school.lolx being dramatic here... Many good things and also bad things happened to me this year.