Do you have any pets?
Yep. Three, rather large, rabbits.
What color shirt are you wearing?
Green.
Name three things that are close to you:
You mean literally close? Hmm. Nail-clipper. Thumb-drive. Physics book.
What is the last book you read?
Physics book.
Are you or were you a good student?
Once I was a very good student. That was a very long time ago. Now I'm semi-average. Perhaps even below.
What's your favorite sport?
I surf. Surf the net.
Do you enjoy sleeping late?
Sleeping late has become a part of my life.
What's the weather like right now?
Bright. Too bright.
Who tells the best jokes?
My sister Hajer and my friend, Mel.
What was the last thing you dreamed about?
The sacrificial death of a few Sun Goddesses (SERIOUSLY!).
Do you believe in karma?
Yes.
Do you believe in luck?
Yeah.
Do you like your eggs scrambled or sunny side up?
Scrambled, baby!
Do you collect anything? If so, what?
I collect antique furniture! Oh, wait. I don't. (D'oh!)
Are you proud of yourself?
I hate myself.
Are you reliable?
Depends on your reason for relying on me.
Have you ever given money to a bum?
I don't give money. I take 'em.
What's your favorite food?
CHEESE, CHEESE and anything that involves CHEESE.
Have you ever had a secret admirer?
I don't think so.
Do you like the smell of gasoline?
HELL YEAH!
Do like to draw?
Malas all ready.
What's your favorite invention?
BED.
Is your room messy?
My standards? This is neat. Others? It looks like a war zone.
What do you like better: oranges or apples?
Oranges!
Do you give in easily?
Hell, no.
Are you a good guesser?
No.
Can you read other people's expressions?
Yes. Pretty well.
Are you a bully?
I don't bully.
Do you have a job?
My job is to laze around and sleep all day. I'm the bum of the family.
What time did you wake up this morning?
9am.
What did you eat for breakfast this morning?
A tuna sandwich!
When was the last time you showered?
YESTERDAY!
What do you plan on doing tomorrow?
I think I'll do a bit of Add. Maths.
What's your favorite day of the week and why?
Saturday because I can stay up late and wake up even later the next morning.
Do you have any nicknames?
Han, Foo', Emo, Emo Queen, Llama (still not getting it), Boyfriend Killer, Ka Na, Kuna.... must you really ask??
Have you ever been scuba diving?
No. I don't do fish. Or sea. Or sport. Whatever. I don't do outside the house.
What's your least favorite color?
Pale yellow.
Is there someone you have been constantly thinking about? If yes, who?
Bilbo, the family rabbit. May he rest in peace.
What toothpaste do you use?
Colgate.
Do you enjoy challenges?
Only if I win them.
What's the last movie you saw?
Do 60 episodes of Bleach count? No? Well, then, I guess its Hancock.
What does your last text message say?
Ok.
Who was the last person you spoke over the phone to?
Mel.
What's your favorite school subject?
Duhhhh....
What's your least favorite school subject?
Chemistry! No, wait! Add Math. Oh, no, no! Physics! Wait. Erm; BM! God, there are so many to choose from!!
Would you rather have money or love?
Money is love if you use it wisely.
Do you miss anyone right now?
Bilbo.
What's the last sporting event you watched?
I don't watch/play/smell nor do I even CARE about sports.
Do you need to do laundry?
Naah. I can wear the same thing for a week before doing laundry!
Do you listen to the radio?
Every night.
What do you do when vending machines steal your money?
Cut myself.
Have you ever caught a butterfly?
No. Why would I want to? They die after about a week anyways.
What color are your bed sheets?
Yellow.
What's your ringtone?
*Cough* That Tokyo Drift song. Fast and Furious.
Who was the last person to make you laugh?
Gene Simmons.
Do you have any obsessions right now?
RENRUKI!
Do you like things that glow in the dark?
Yeah. They're cool.
What's your favorite fruity scent?
Citrus!
Do you watch cartoons?
Hell, yeah.
Have you ever sat on a roof?
No.
Name three people in the world you dislike:
My ex Math teacher, Giggalee, and Sofia's Best Friend.
Has a rumor even been spread about you?
I don't think so.
Do you like sushi?
Depends.
Do you believe in magic?
Say that again and I'll punch you!
Tips to Stay Cool When Your Parents Criticize You
I decided that since I hadn't posted in a while anyways, I'm going to add in one extra post. Send in two at one shot before calling it a night, y'know?
Anyways, here it is. A somewhat sequel to my previous one.
Tips to Stay Cool When Your Parents Criticize You:
5) Think of that hot guy you saw the other day at the mall.
4) Entertain yourself with a good joke. Ensure, however, that the joke isn't TOO good. You wouldn't want them to catch you laughing, now, would you?
3) Put on a sad face.
2) Nod every few seconds.
1) SHUT UP.
If all goes well, these tips will really help you out of a jam! (Result not guaranteed. Please visit your doctor if allergic reaction occurs)
Anyways, here it is. A somewhat sequel to my previous one.
Tips to Stay Cool When Your Parents Criticize You:
5) Think of that hot guy you saw the other day at the mall.
4) Entertain yourself with a good joke. Ensure, however, that the joke isn't TOO good. You wouldn't want them to catch you laughing, now, would you?
3) Put on a sad face.
2) Nod every few seconds.
1) SHUT UP.
If all goes well, these tips will really help you out of a jam! (Result not guaranteed. Please visit your doctor if allergic reaction occurs)
Criticism and Advice
The closer we're getting to exams, the smaller the school population -- do you notice that? Students have been snatching up every opportunity in the book just to NOT go to school. I, non-regrettably, happen to be one of the many students who happen to do so.
Why?
Well, for most, the main objective is to get some ACTUAL work done. Same goes for me, too, I guess -- but most of all, I skip school just so that I can get some ACTUAL sleep.
Ahem. Well, anyways.
I'm starting to think twice about all this skipping nonsense. Nowadays, instead of waking up to the ear-splitting ring of my alarm clock at 6.15am in the morning, I am met with the ear-splitting scream of my mother forcing me to get out of bed around 8am in the morning -- which, basically to me, is no real help.
I mean, sure, when I don't go to school I get an extra 2 hours of sleep (more or less), but trust me; when your mum yells at you the moment you find yourself in a gripping cliff-hanger in one of those amazing dreams you find difficulty getting, FORCING you out of bed so that you would IMMEDIATELY hit the books -- no help.
ERGH.
I mean, SURE, SPM is close. I get it all ready. But do you SERIOUSLY have to SCREAM at me from ALL THE WAY DOWNSTAIRS??????
AND ANOTHER THING:
My mum and dad seem to be more and more ticked off regarding my behavior. They're calling me unfocused and insensitive -- and had at one point called me "tak guna" (which, in my books, is the ULTIMATE insult).
Naturally, a teenager's reply to such nasty remarks, even when addressed by their parents, would be to create a fuss and storm dramatically out of the scene before locking themselves up inside their bedrooms; My Chemical Romance switched on, full blast.
I hereby proudly proclaim that I am an exception to such childish behavior.
Instead of creating a fuss, I prefer to sag my shoulders in mock-defeat. To match "storming dramatically out of the scene", I usually roll my eyes sarcastically. While others would lock themselves up in their bedrooms and scream to the lyrics of MCR, I just yawn and go, "Yeah, whatever."
Yet, SOMEHOW, my behavior is met with the same reaction of that of parent who has difficulty keeping their 15-year-old spiked-boot-wearing, tongue-piercing, arm-tattooing, party-crashing, daughter in check -- if not WORST, in fact.
I don't get my parents.
When I was 14, they told me I was too stressed out, had taken life too seriously, and thought too much over the tiniest details.
NOW they're calling me a selfish, whatever because I'm the opposite of all those things.
!!!
ALSO,
Both my parents said to me (at different time intervals, of course) that I'm filling my head full of music too much. That when I listen to too much music, my mind gets all fuzzy and I become brainwashed. They say that by repeating the same thing over and over again, it gets into your subconscious or something like that.
That got me thinking:
Why hadn't all the things my PARENTS had said to me gotten into my head when its played on repeat, day in, day out?
Of course, I didn't dare say that aloud.
...
Oh, wait. I did.
That sure got me into a lot of trouble.
Now they've started criticizing me about how I "never fail to come up with a retort to everything they throw at me." And somehow, this whole little speech of theirs managed to fit in a, "Can't you be more responsible?", which, to me, seems completely out of the blue.
Sigh.
This Thursday, my grandfather is coming over. My mums all pissed cause she's saying that he criticizes her too much. She wants him to shut up, I guess.
I gave her some advise, just to keep her from worrying too much:
"Don't come up with a retort to everything he throws at you."
My mum glared at me for that one.
...
I don't get her.
Why?
Well, for most, the main objective is to get some ACTUAL work done. Same goes for me, too, I guess -- but most of all, I skip school just so that I can get some ACTUAL sleep.
Ahem. Well, anyways.
I'm starting to think twice about all this skipping nonsense. Nowadays, instead of waking up to the ear-splitting ring of my alarm clock at 6.15am in the morning, I am met with the ear-splitting scream of my mother forcing me to get out of bed around 8am in the morning -- which, basically to me, is no real help.
I mean, sure, when I don't go to school I get an extra 2 hours of sleep (more or less), but trust me; when your mum yells at you the moment you find yourself in a gripping cliff-hanger in one of those amazing dreams you find difficulty getting, FORCING you out of bed so that you would IMMEDIATELY hit the books -- no help.
ERGH.
I mean, SURE, SPM is close. I get it all ready. But do you SERIOUSLY have to SCREAM at me from ALL THE WAY DOWNSTAIRS??????
AND ANOTHER THING:
My mum and dad seem to be more and more ticked off regarding my behavior. They're calling me unfocused and insensitive -- and had at one point called me "tak guna" (which, in my books, is the ULTIMATE insult).
Naturally, a teenager's reply to such nasty remarks, even when addressed by their parents, would be to create a fuss and storm dramatically out of the scene before locking themselves up inside their bedrooms; My Chemical Romance switched on, full blast.
I hereby proudly proclaim that I am an exception to such childish behavior.
Instead of creating a fuss, I prefer to sag my shoulders in mock-defeat. To match "storming dramatically out of the scene", I usually roll my eyes sarcastically. While others would lock themselves up in their bedrooms and scream to the lyrics of MCR, I just yawn and go, "Yeah, whatever."
Yet, SOMEHOW, my behavior is met with the same reaction of that of parent who has difficulty keeping their 15-year-old spiked-boot-wearing, tongue-piercing, arm-tattooing, party-crashing, daughter in check -- if not WORST, in fact.
I don't get my parents.
When I was 14, they told me I was too stressed out, had taken life too seriously, and thought too much over the tiniest details.
NOW they're calling me a selfish, whatever because I'm the opposite of all those things.
!!!
ALSO,
Both my parents said to me (at different time intervals, of course) that I'm filling my head full of music too much. That when I listen to too much music, my mind gets all fuzzy and I become brainwashed. They say that by repeating the same thing over and over again, it gets into your subconscious or something like that.
That got me thinking:
Why hadn't all the things my PARENTS had said to me gotten into my head when its played on repeat, day in, day out?
Of course, I didn't dare say that aloud.
...
Oh, wait. I did.
That sure got me into a lot of trouble.
Now they've started criticizing me about how I "never fail to come up with a retort to everything they throw at me." And somehow, this whole little speech of theirs managed to fit in a, "Can't you be more responsible?", which, to me, seems completely out of the blue.
Sigh.
This Thursday, my grandfather is coming over. My mums all pissed cause she's saying that he criticizes her too much. She wants him to shut up, I guess.
I gave her some advise, just to keep her from worrying too much:
"Don't come up with a retort to everything he throws at you."
My mum glared at me for that one.
...
I don't get her.
REVELATION!
Dear readers,
Today I shall reveal to you a most shocking news!
I, Hannah, have decided...
NOT TO GO TO THE PROM.
Thats right, fools. I, Hannah, the, perhaps, laziest person in the world right now, have come up with this conclusion both discussed and verified under terms and conditions, after outplaying the many possible scenarios, eating burnt chip, and chit-chatting with my neighbour.
Oh, yes.
Due to this (very SPECIAL, might I add), revelation, I have decided also to reveal to you something else totally MAJOR:
You know that "hot", short date I was talking to you about? Yeah. That would be Sofia. And, no. I don't actually think of girls as "hot" in that way. I was merely jokin' with ya.
AND ANOTHER THING!
This be the outfit I HAD been planning to wear to the prom-whatever.
Another special feature I will now feature upon this special-featured blog post:
Reasons I've Decided NOT to Go:
Today I shall reveal to you a most shocking news!
I, Hannah, have decided...
NOT TO GO TO THE PROM.
Thats right, fools. I, Hannah, the, perhaps, laziest person in the world right now, have come up with this conclusion both discussed and verified under terms and conditions, after outplaying the many possible scenarios, eating burnt chip, and chit-chatting with my neighbour.
Oh, yes.
Due to this (very SPECIAL, might I add), revelation, I have decided also to reveal to you something else totally MAJOR:
You know that "hot", short date I was talking to you about? Yeah. That would be Sofia. And, no. I don't actually think of girls as "hot" in that way. I was merely jokin' with ya.
AND ANOTHER THING!
This be the outfit I HAD been planning to wear to the prom-whatever.
Another special feature I will now feature upon this special-featured blog post:
Reasons I've Decided NOT to Go:
1) I don't do dancing.
2) I shudder at the mere idea of surrounding myself with homo sapiens.
3) I don't do giggly.
4) You know the word "socialising" isn't even IN my dictionary.
5) I'm not going to spend over RM100 on a single night of fun and dancing and joy!
6) I am.... humiliatingly fat.
7) I don't feel like bloating myself full of punch, thank you very much.
8) I'd feel like a hag amongst all them glittery folk.
9) My prom-date decided not to go either, so I wouldn't have a partner anyways.
10) Two words: PROM DRESS.
Indifferent
37 days til SPM! Most people are going on about how loudly they can hear their own hearts thumping against their chest. I'm still here, kicking my shoes up, watching as the time passes by.
Okay, okay. So I may be exaggerating a teeny-tiny little bit, but, seriously, I'm still only studying whenever the mood strikes me (which is, like, never??). Yeah. That bad.
Today was/IS the first day of school after the raya holidays. Fun, fun, fun. I was, of course, being my usual self and perhaps causing a fuss about how awful I did for BM. People mostly rolled their eyes and ignored me, of course, but I, nonetheless, managed to carry on doing so for the rest of the school day. No teachers taught -- or, if they did, I didn't listen. I can tell you for a fact, though, without even recieving my result slip, that I have all ready failed Add Math. Oh, yes. All my dad's hard work, vroom, down the God forsaken drain.
...Not that its his fault, of course.
In fact, if anything, I pity my father.
He worked so hard trying to teach me; but I, being the bad student/daughter that I was/is, had, of course, not put his hard work to practice. AT. ALL. Even the day before the big exam I was all joking around and acting stupid (which, by the way, doesn't require actual acting, to be frank). I'm still at that phase where I can't stop thinking about how I'm gonna celebrate after SPM, instead of thinking about the actual SPM itself.
Stupid, childish me.
I want to study, but I just can't. My dad has been constantly giving me all soets of motivational crap, and I've been carelessly not listening to it (though, I must say, I do a good job of giving him the impression that I was listening).
I feel bad.
No, wait. Scratch that.
I WANT to feel bad.
But I don't.
I feel nothing at all.
Okay, okay. So I may be exaggerating a teeny-tiny little bit, but, seriously, I'm still only studying whenever the mood strikes me (which is, like, never??). Yeah. That bad.
Today was/IS the first day of school after the raya holidays. Fun, fun, fun. I was, of course, being my usual self and perhaps causing a fuss about how awful I did for BM. People mostly rolled their eyes and ignored me, of course, but I, nonetheless, managed to carry on doing so for the rest of the school day. No teachers taught -- or, if they did, I didn't listen. I can tell you for a fact, though, without even recieving my result slip, that I have all ready failed Add Math. Oh, yes. All my dad's hard work, vroom, down the God forsaken drain.
...Not that its his fault, of course.
In fact, if anything, I pity my father.
He worked so hard trying to teach me; but I, being the bad student/daughter that I was/is, had, of course, not put his hard work to practice. AT. ALL. Even the day before the big exam I was all joking around and acting stupid (which, by the way, doesn't require actual acting, to be frank). I'm still at that phase where I can't stop thinking about how I'm gonna celebrate after SPM, instead of thinking about the actual SPM itself.
Stupid, childish me.
I want to study, but I just can't. My dad has been constantly giving me all soets of motivational crap, and I've been carelessly not listening to it (though, I must say, I do a good job of giving him the impression that I was listening).
I feel bad.
No, wait. Scratch that.
I WANT to feel bad.
But I don't.
I feel nothing at all.
I just realised something: I hate this blog so darned freaking much.
I'm going to start a new blog soon. A select few will know about it -- whoever it is ought to be tremendously grateful. The fact that I will tell you means that you matter very dearly to me. Or I was drunk that night and had decided to let the secret slip. Same thing.
whatever.
Currently feeling guilty. Mum's asleep and I SHOULD be studying. Not, obviously. Trials. They suck. Picked a fight with a thirteen year old. Don't have a clue who won. Fell in love with fanfiction all over again. Emo. Emo. Emo.
No one gets me. I don't care.
Whatever.
I'm going to start a new blog soon. A select few will know about it -- whoever it is ought to be tremendously grateful. The fact that I will tell you means that you matter very dearly to me. Or I was drunk that night and had decided to let the secret slip. Same thing.
whatever.
Currently feeling guilty. Mum's asleep and I SHOULD be studying. Not, obviously. Trials. They suck. Picked a fight with a thirteen year old. Don't have a clue who won. Fell in love with fanfiction all over again. Emo. Emo. Emo.
No one gets me. I don't care.
Whatever.
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