what do I do if I have a million dollars?

When I was a small girl, I used to dream I have a million dollars, and I would have a calculator in my hand, calculating the money I would spend with a million dollars.

this include a home, a shelter, for unfortunate kids. like a hostel for them. providing a family. a van to send them to school. and everyone is protective to everyone else like a family.

I was so young when I had this dream.

When I met Dr. Hartini of NurSalam the other day, I told her this. To my surprise, she told me, that was what she always dreamt for when she was young too. And now she is doing it. Advising a shelter for homeless and runaway kids.

The things we often think and gives room of thought to, sometimes build the person who we are.

I know some who never think about others. Its always me me me and life is about me and my life and my boyfriend and my little friends and me.

I know some people who thinks about fun fun fun fun fun and more fun.

I know some people who are blank, clueless in life as what it can actually do.

I know some people who acts global but thinks local. In a way, it might sound good if you have a business studies foundation and actually know how to implement the term, but in another way, it means "kejar budaya barat dengan mentaliti timur" (chasing the western culture with a typical eastern mentality).

I think moving around every 3 years my whole life and meeting people from all walks of life allows me to meet all these weird characters of the world. In a way, I'm very much blessed and lucky.

Today, I was walking back from my bank errands and lunch with an old schoolmate, I bumped into a few guys I used to work with in the Foundation. Tun's drivers and bodyguards. Had a nice chat with them and was so pleased to be meeting them again.

During my working days, I found pleasure in the conversations I engaged with the tea lady, the office helper, the despatch boy, the security guards and the drivers. In my daily life, my smiles were brought by the petrol pump guy, the nasi lemak abang, the kuih makcik and people from the street.

There are things we do in life, that breathes the person we are.

Today, someone who barely knew me, wrote that I'm a bitch and I should get a real life and he wanted to smack me. Indirectly. Without naming me. But still.

Its just so very funny.

When I build my shelter for those unfortunate kids, I know that guy who called me bitch, will not be among those who I would even consider helping my kids. Just cause I don't think he have either a rational heart, OR a thoughtful mind to be near my kids.
(And I know outloud he would say, "Who cares about your kids man!". Well, that just spells the person he is, right?)