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.
You know whats sad? I'm sitting in front of Sofia's laptop, staring at my BLOG, and I'm not even able to come up with anything interesting to say.
This is really, really sad. I mean, I've wanted to write in this thing for ages, I had SO much to write about, had so much for the world to see -- the build up was so great; and now...? GAH. The extreme irony of it all.
Moral of story: think about what you've got to say, before you sit in front of the actual internet, and are allowed to say it.
This is really, really sad. I mean, I've wanted to write in this thing for ages, I had SO much to write about, had so much for the world to see -- the build up was so great; and now...? GAH. The extreme irony of it all.
Moral of story: think about what you've got to say, before you sit in front of the actual internet, and are allowed to say it.
Proms and Whatever
okay, i have ten minutes more before sofie snatches mel's mum's laptop from under my nose. true story.
so... blogging for the sake of blogging. our topic of discussion for today?: PROM.
egh. everyone, and i mean practically every form-5er, is so incredibly... i don't know... OBSESSED about this prom-thing which is happening, like, AFTER the BIGGEST EXAM WE WILL EVER FACE IN OUR ENTIRE LIVES.
the form 5 students of smkkk are choosing a stinking prom over their actual future.
crazy?
yes.
guilty of doing so as well?
can't say, sorry.
anyways,
everyone is going on about who they want to go with, what they want to wear; and i'm just here, going, "eh, i'm going to be the guy!"
yeah, i know: wtf?
true story.
i'll be that much loved emo in the corner, licking her wounds, blah blah blah.
BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M DATELESS!
on the contrare, oh silly ones, i DO have a date. a hot date! a short date, sure, but hot date nonetheless.
yeah.
so, next time you get the idea: "well, at least i'm not as pathetic as THAT emo in the corner, licking her wounds", remember THIS:
THAT emo in the corner just so happens to have a DATE.
so, HAH.
in your face, chums.
so... blogging for the sake of blogging. our topic of discussion for today?: PROM.
egh. everyone, and i mean practically every form-5er, is so incredibly... i don't know... OBSESSED about this prom-thing which is happening, like, AFTER the BIGGEST EXAM WE WILL EVER FACE IN OUR ENTIRE LIVES.
the form 5 students of smkkk are choosing a stinking prom over their actual future.
crazy?
yes.
guilty of doing so as well?
can't say, sorry.
anyways,
everyone is going on about who they want to go with, what they want to wear; and i'm just here, going, "eh, i'm going to be the guy!"
yeah, i know: wtf?
true story.
i'll be that much loved emo in the corner, licking her wounds, blah blah blah.
BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M DATELESS!
on the contrare, oh silly ones, i DO have a date. a hot date! a short date, sure, but hot date nonetheless.
yeah.
so, next time you get the idea: "well, at least i'm not as pathetic as THAT emo in the corner, licking her wounds", remember THIS:
THAT emo in the corner just so happens to have a DATE.
so, HAH.
in your face, chums.
Quick Check 1.0
Ok. You may be wondering, "I thought she just f*cking moved, how come she's online??"
Well, I did move. And yes, I do NOT have internet. So if you think I'm lying about the whole situation, think again. I would NEVER lie about something so... well, anything so serious.
I'm at Mel's house today and we're SUPPOSED to be studying -- but, hey! How can I possibly refuse the internet and its many, many seductions? Well, at least Mel is doing something (translated: flicking through book, not understanding).
I swear, however. This one last post and I'm off.
Just wanna give a big, fat hug and/or shoutout to those of you who have actually taken some time off your busy lives to check out this lame piece of crap. I know I ain't the coolest blogger in the world, and I know I come up with the dumbest jokes -- so for you people who actually READ this stuff, put up with it and/or like it, you deserve my honest solute.
You guys RULE.
Also, I am now recieving tags. Tag me as much as you want, folks. Just tag tag tag tag all the way, coz I SO don't mind the attention.
Tag me.
Go ahead.
I DEMAND it.
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Extra hugs for the person sending most tags?? Anyone?
Well, I did move. And yes, I do NOT have internet. So if you think I'm lying about the whole situation, think again. I would NEVER lie about something so... well, anything so serious.
I'm at Mel's house today and we're SUPPOSED to be studying -- but, hey! How can I possibly refuse the internet and its many, many seductions? Well, at least Mel is doing something (translated: flicking through book, not understanding).
I swear, however. This one last post and I'm off.
Just wanna give a big, fat hug and/or shoutout to those of you who have actually taken some time off your busy lives to check out this lame piece of crap. I know I ain't the coolest blogger in the world, and I know I come up with the dumbest jokes -- so for you people who actually READ this stuff, put up with it and/or like it, you deserve my honest solute.
You guys RULE.
Also, I am now recieving tags. Tag me as much as you want, folks. Just tag tag tag tag all the way, coz I SO don't mind the attention.
Tag me.
Go ahead.
I DEMAND it.
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Extra hugs for the person sending most tags?? Anyone?
Tagged by Mel
1- What's in your wallet?
...not much at the moment. Sad face.
2- What's under your bed?
ANOTHER BED! ...and dust mites, I should say.
3- What's on that way top shelf or in the very far back of your closet?
Ermm... trash. Haha.
4- What's in your underware drawer?
Underwear. And, just like Mel: MONEY!
5- What's in the trunk of your car?
IF I had owned a car, it would most probably be a tool box. OR a dead body.
6- What's in your desk or locker?
Bundles of tissue. Money. Gum. Chocolate. Diary.
7- Do you have a super-secret hiding place and what's in it?
Yes. There are super secret tissues in it!
8- Do you feel guilty about something right now, if yes what?
I feel no guilt.
9- What is the most embarassing thing in your room right now?
My old stuffed bear, Jaja. She's covered in dust. Poor baby.
10- Have you done something recently you hope no one finds out about?
Not... recently...
11- What is your last thought before you fall asleep?
Candycanes and rainbows and Ryan Higa in a field of sunshine and happiness.
12- How long have those leftovers been in the fridge?
LONG.
13- If I confiscated your computer and took a look around....what would I find?
Smutty fanfiction. Smutty fanart. Music.
14- Do you sleep with anything?
Pyjamas. Pillow(s). Jaja the pink bear. Blanket. Ryan Higa in my head. Music on.
15- What is your midnight snack weakness?
Cheesecake or maybe a Dunkin Doughnut.
16- Have you ever you shop lifted?
Nope.
17- Have you ever vandalized anything?
Does scribbling on my table count as vandalism?
18- Ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
Hush-hush, darling.
19- What do you wait until no one is looking to do?
Sleep.
20- Have you told the truth in this survey?
All the way, baby.
...not much at the moment. Sad face.
2- What's under your bed?
ANOTHER BED! ...and dust mites, I should say.
3- What's on that way top shelf or in the very far back of your closet?
Ermm... trash. Haha.
4- What's in your underware drawer?
Underwear. And, just like Mel: MONEY!
5- What's in the trunk of your car?
IF I had owned a car, it would most probably be a tool box. OR a dead body.
6- What's in your desk or locker?
Bundles of tissue. Money. Gum. Chocolate. Diary.
7- Do you have a super-secret hiding place and what's in it?
Yes. There are super secret tissues in it!
8- Do you feel guilty about something right now, if yes what?
I feel no guilt.
9- What is the most embarassing thing in your room right now?
My old stuffed bear, Jaja. She's covered in dust. Poor baby.
10- Have you done something recently you hope no one finds out about?
Not... recently...
11- What is your last thought before you fall asleep?
Candycanes and rainbows and Ryan Higa in a field of sunshine and happiness.
12- How long have those leftovers been in the fridge?
LONG.
13- If I confiscated your computer and took a look around....what would I find?
Smutty fanfiction. Smutty fanart. Music.
14- Do you sleep with anything?
Pyjamas. Pillow(s). Jaja the pink bear. Blanket. Ryan Higa in my head. Music on.
15- What is your midnight snack weakness?
Cheesecake or maybe a Dunkin Doughnut.
16- Have you ever you shop lifted?
Nope.
17- Have you ever vandalized anything?
Does scribbling on my table count as vandalism?
18- Ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
Hush-hush, darling.
19- What do you wait until no one is looking to do?
Sleep.
20- Have you told the truth in this survey?
All the way, baby.
Moving Day
Tomorrow (a Friday, by the way) is moving day (as you might have guessed)! Oh, yes. Between the hesitant, "this friday" to the unsure, "no, the next one", we have finally decided to get moving the HELL over with.
To say I am simply ecstatic about such... spontaneous a decision, though... is... very much the lie of the century.
I hate stuffing my junk into stupid cardboard boxes, hitching the road, and finally slumping over onto the floor only to reopen said stupid cardboard boxes full of said junk. Ugh. Disgusting, tiring process.... seriously.
Anyways, considering that this may (very possibly) be my last blog post for a while, I decided, heck yeah, I SHOULD do my loyal (cough) readers (cough cough) some justice...
...right?
(Readers yell, "NOOOO!" in the background)
...right.
So here it is: my very last blog post for... God knows how long.
Thursday, June 27th, 2008.
Hot, sticky, and incredibly drowsy.
Sofia and I were standing outside near my usual waiting spot, waiting, of course, for my dear, darling mumsy to pick me up from school. There was a satay vendor to our left, and soft, slightly annoying bursts of wind kept messing my freshly cut hair; sweeping my fringe into my eyes, making me, "tsk" in irritation.
The gentle aroma of smoked fish-on-a-stick kept caressing my nostrils, teasing coyly my all ready starving stomach.
There we waited. Me and Sofia. Talking... Waiting. Standing. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
Nine -- oops, scratch that -- eight minutes passed 1pm.
Where the hell was she?
Sofia turned to me, a sort of smug expression on her face as she said, "I can so not imagine you walking." (or something equally close to the lines, laa)
I fumed.
"Of COURSE I can walk!" I replied, rising to the bait like a stupid, worm-on-a-hook swallowing fish. "Come on -- I'll show you!"
And so... after hardly any thought (five minutes of hesitancy is NOTHING compared to my usual 2.5 hours), Sofia and I walked.
At the peak of the day. Through the heat. The sweat. The humidity.
By, God.
I. WALKED.
GASP!!!
So, anyways, walking... walking. We met up with Kai Jing and no sooner added him to our group of walkin'... rebellions (in this modern world of airplanes and cars and stuff, we HAD to be rebellions to have been feet-walking our way across the street!)! We parted ways (with Kai Jing) in a while, of course, and from there... continued walking.
Walking. Walking. Nothing interesting. Walking. Walking.
Oooh, whats this? A little puppy! Golden Labrador-looking! Aww. Adorable.
Walking. Walking.
Wait.
Whats this??
Is that puppy FOLLOWING us?!
By golly, it was!
Sofia was freaking out. I myself was a tad... unsure. I mean, its not as if we had touched it or anything -- and its not as if us touching it (or should I say, "her"?) been a sin, because, after all, it was completely dry.
Nonetheless. I was in quite the fix.
Me picking it up and gently ordering it to stay put where it was would most DEFINITELY look bad to them wondering eyes. Especially the exceptionally "alim" ones. Oh, yes. That would be bad...
Therefore, we did the most logical, most inspirational, most smartiest thing possible:
We continued walking.
With the cute little pup at our heels.
People looked curiously at us through car windows. I saw this one Chinese family actually point -- not that I blame them. Two, very Malay, looking girls with one, very doggy looking dog, was a queer sight to behold, I am sure.
Nonetheless, we shrugged it off -- well, I did, anyways. I could practically see the wheels turn in Sofie's head. Probably figuring out a way to get rid of the "pesky mutt".
Finally, a road. A road needed to be crossed.
Our CHANCE!
Sofia and I took no mercy. We ran across to the other side. Hoping the pup would not follow us because:
a) Sofia didn't seem to like said pup
and
b) I was afraid I might be unable to resist the temptation to snatch said pup into my hands, rush it home, and keep her as my own. Questioning eyes and glares and gossip be damned!
Well. Whatever.
Our running proved pointless, it seemed because, in the end, I realized:
Cheerful yapping.
Shoot. It followed us.
And, damn, it looked so HAPPY!
"Shoo! Shoo!" went Sofie, backing off before the pup would circle her feet like it did mine (I am guilty of feeling very pleased by such a fact, by the way).
Tough luck.
It circled her.
And in turn,
Sofie did a little 360 herself. Screaming in the process. It was almost (I'm so sorry, Sofia!)... funny. If, of course, it hadn't been for the fact that:
a) the pup had STILL followed us
and
b) I really, REALLY wanted her!!!
Sofie screaming. Sofie screaming. Sofie...
OMG.
She, in her process of 360-ing on the road over to our house, had (ACCIDENTALLY, of course!), kicked the puppy!
"Yap, yap!" went the pup, looking more insulted than pissed or saddened (as one would expect it to be).
"OMG, OMG!" went Sofia, feeling automatically sorry. "I didn't mean that!"
We screamed.
Yes. WE.
I screamed too. Don't know why. But the look on that dirty little girl's face as she was kicked into the dirt ground was so real and so sad that I just HAD to do something (and that something just happened to be scream).
The pup seemed a bit resentful of Sofia after that. Choosing to follow me instead (to my innermost glee!), before...
"Thats right, puppy, follow the car," went Sofia, satisfied for the puppy as it followed its next victim.
I sighed. Two reasons:
a) I was relieved.
and
b) I was upset to have lost my very idealistic pet.
Well, thats it, I guess. The story of the little pup that followed us home. I really have GOT to finish packing (/stuffing). I have SO much more to do and, hey, guess what! We're moving... to-freaking-morrow!
UGH.
My mum is SO going to kill me...
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Gosh, I hope the puppy is all right.
REVELATIONS
After browsing through, like about, a dozen blogs, I decided, "ehh... why not? Logging in isn't THAT much of a hassle." After all, I told myself: "Might as well savor it while it lasts; by next Friday, there will be no internet!"
If, at all there are any, readers here wondering what exactly I MEAN by me having no internet come next Friday; a stunning revelation I will now announce in my post today:
Come next Friday, I, Noor Hannah bt Mohd Nasir, will no longer be living in Aranda.
Come next Friday, I, Noor Hannah bt Mohd Nasir will be...
MOVING!!
Yeah, thats right, people: I'm moving. And, finally! We've been going back and forth from the new house to the current for centuries, its high time, I believe, we pack our belongings and move in FOR REAL.
Meep -- Can't wait, really. The airconditioning, Astro, rabbit fencing, lightings, paint jobs, renovation works, and overall house is all set -- my only problem would be the lack of internet (sob).
So, really, as I said earlier before: I shall now savor what is left of my highspeed connection before moving to a much larger internet-free house. Damn. What SHALL I do to occupy my time there anyways, I wonder?
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PS: Yesterday, I just cut my hair. You'll be surprised by the new look (I know I am!).
Now Playing
Hey. Some of you might be wondering why I hadn't been blogging for quite awhile. I guess, in a way, you can say that I was busy -- but truth be told, a more appropriate answer to that would be that I was too lazy to login. I know: L.O.L. moment, isn't it?
Haven't been in the mood to blog lately as well -- seeing how I only blog when feeling devastatingly down and neurotically emo. For quite some time now I have been lulling myself to sleep with soft, soothing, happy music. Its kind of an experiment of mine -- to test whether or not music truly DOES effect your personality/attitude.
I think, in a way, it sort of kind of is working... if but a little.
I have been waking up from bed happily. Am able to do my chores without complaint. Have been studying without force from my parents.
...so, yeah.
Jason Mraz's, "I'm Yours", really DOES do wonders for the soul.
Currently, I am sick. Hadn't been able to go to tuition yesterday. And also... erm... it was report card day today. Did badly, of course (surprise, surprise!). Hopefully this is the last time. Next time I must force myself to do better.
Anyways, if you're wondering what songs I have been sleeping to, here ya go. Feel free to get them yourself. They may not suit your tastes, of course, but they really are pretty if you gave em a chance.
Jason Mraz-- I'm Yours
A Fine Frenzy-- Almost Lover
Aaron Carter (wtf, right?)-- Do You Remember
Leona Lewis-- Take a Bow
Rihanna feat Justin Timberlake-- Rehab
Secondhand Solitaire-- Why
The Fray-- Look After You
James Blunt-- 1973
James Blunt-- Carry You Home
James Blunt-- Tears and Rain
Regina Spektor-- The Call
Sydney Frost-- Once in a Blue Moon
...err... well, maybe they aren't that un-emo. Soothing nonetheless, though, right??
...yeah.
Music is...?
We're going to Langkawi tomorrow. I don't know whether or not I should be happy. I'm not that into... leaving the house and going places... and stuff. Not that I'm anti-social, of course. I mean, okay, a BIT anti-social, but... yeah, okay, y'know what? Whatever. DROPPING the subject.
Haha.
I'm listening to Snow Patrol's "Run" right now; and I must say, the song is very nice. Not the chorus as much, of course, but I love the mood in which the singer puts it. Its, like, sad and hopeful and... hopeless at the same time. I imagine the atmosphere in terms of "before parting". Its beautiful, really.
Which brings me to my topic of discussion for today (omg. she has TOPICS now?!):
Music.
I know how some people love the tune of the melody. The keys used. Perhaps even the type of music playing. The lyrics. The band/singer.
-but for me?
Its all about the story.
The story woven by a particular song is what fascinates me -- draws me in and make me melt.
What I mean to say is; the whole package in general. The voice of the singer gives tone; depth. Lyrics draw the scene; the expression of the characters. The melody/tune denotes the atmosphere -- the mood in that particular moment.
All in all, this song, "Run", draws (in my conclusion anyways) a very beautiful story.
I can imagine the main characters crying. Reminiscing. Embracing. Falling apart. Breaking.
Good stuff.
Music to me does not mean life. It does not mean, in my opinion, there is no life without music.
It just means life without the presence of music would be an unusual one. Perfect. Neutral. Boring.
Music to me is an expression. A feeling. Sensations. Whether one chooses to express such feelings by belching it out; screaming it out; rapping about it; drawling over it... that paints the picture. Makes the listener UNDERSTAND and RELATE.
See, thats why I don't have a favorite genre of music. Am not particular of bands and singers and whatnot.
I love music. Music itself.
For music, you see; is passion.
It doesn't matter how bad you sing; how horrible you play -- if you have a feeling, express it. Don't let anybody stop you because no two songs are the same. No one song, even though re-sung by two different singers; paints the same picture.
Therefore,
I guess what I'm trying to say here is:
Inject music into your veins. Your body. Your entire soul.
Taste the passion.
Haha.
I'm listening to Snow Patrol's "Run" right now; and I must say, the song is very nice. Not the chorus as much, of course, but I love the mood in which the singer puts it. Its, like, sad and hopeful and... hopeless at the same time. I imagine the atmosphere in terms of "before parting". Its beautiful, really.
Which brings me to my topic of discussion for today (omg. she has TOPICS now?!):
Music.
I know how some people love the tune of the melody. The keys used. Perhaps even the type of music playing. The lyrics. The band/singer.
-but for me?
Its all about the story.
The story woven by a particular song is what fascinates me -- draws me in and make me melt.
What I mean to say is; the whole package in general. The voice of the singer gives tone; depth. Lyrics draw the scene; the expression of the characters. The melody/tune denotes the atmosphere -- the mood in that particular moment.
All in all, this song, "Run", draws (in my conclusion anyways) a very beautiful story.
I can imagine the main characters crying. Reminiscing. Embracing. Falling apart. Breaking.
Good stuff.
Music to me does not mean life. It does not mean, in my opinion, there is no life without music.
It just means life without the presence of music would be an unusual one. Perfect. Neutral. Boring.
Music to me is an expression. A feeling. Sensations. Whether one chooses to express such feelings by belching it out; screaming it out; rapping about it; drawling over it... that paints the picture. Makes the listener UNDERSTAND and RELATE.
See, thats why I don't have a favorite genre of music. Am not particular of bands and singers and whatnot.
I love music. Music itself.
For music, you see; is passion.
It doesn't matter how bad you sing; how horrible you play -- if you have a feeling, express it. Don't let anybody stop you because no two songs are the same. No one song, even though re-sung by two different singers; paints the same picture.
Therefore,
I guess what I'm trying to say here is:
Inject music into your veins. Your body. Your entire soul.
Taste the passion.
Numerology
After stomping around, shaking off my sudden, unexplainable surge of anger; I was bored and was surfing the web. Lo and behold, people: I found myself, face-to-screen with this awesome thing called, numerology!
Its wicked cool.
They did this survey of my full name and I got this awesome in-depth result of my expression (which is, like, my unique out-take on the world and what I feel I must do as long as I'm still here), my soul urge (which is, like, the one thing in my heart and soul desperately yearns for; though nobody would actually know it) and, finally, my personality (which is how other people see me.
Coolio, right?
I've got my results right here, too! Check it:
Expression: 105 / 6
Family and home life are your main interests. You know how to nurture and accept anyone, therefore, many are drawn to you including those that others call, "strays". You have an eye for anything beautiful and your home is sure to reflect this, no matter what your budget is. You are proud of all your possessions and especially of the talents of your family members. Your generous, creative nature makes you the ideal host or guest at a party.
Soul Urge: 30 / 3
Your urge is to bring hope, joy and beauty to all you meet. You feel the best when you are in beautiful and comfortable surroundings. You have a creative essence and use your inspiration and imagination to make others happy. You enjoy attention and admiration, and you desire recognition for your talents.
Personality: 75 / 12 / 3
There seems to be a golden glow of optimism and joy around you wherever you go. You are witty and playful, and your idealistic nature irresistibly draws the little child out of everyone you meet. Ever creative and interesting to talk to, you are never long without people to cluster around your radiance. You enjoy dressing up and are very creative with accessories. You've got a style all your own, even if you don't follow fashion.
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also, I did this birth purpose numerology test -- in which they had surveyed my birthdate. Not to say, of course, that I believe in all this phooey-balooey stuff totally 100%, but, definitely; it WAS interesting.
Sad to say, though; for both my results (my name survey and birth survey), I was not as impressed as I would like to have been. I mean, I always hoped I was destined for greater thing -- WORLDLY things, y'know? But based on the results, it seems: I'm just this homebody type person; who's main priority is merely family and friends.
Check it:
Fairness, compassion and comfort are the gifts you are here to bestow. Those needing care and nurturing will naturally be drawn to you. Whether it be human or animal it is your destiny to empathize, heal and resolve conflict. You have all of the tools to make your world a more beautiful and loving place. Domestic responsibility, aesthetic arts, and fair judgment are some of the qualities you are here to express.
As the higher octave of the number 6, "master number" 33 is the number of compassion. It is called the Christ vibration and requires self-sacrifice, courage and unwavering commitment to reform , truth and healing. You are on a "mission", and other teachers will learn from your honesty, discipline and bravery. You are here to provide sustenance for the hungry, whether it be through food, beauty, education, ministry or medicine. Yours is the path of "savior".
"Togetherness" is the theme of this cycle. You are unlikely to be alone because this is a phase of your life when partnership and sensitivity are being mastered. You are a natural networker - matching up friends with the things they need and it's the simple, yet precious joys in life that matter to you now. People, emotional connections and cooperative efforts are your priorities.
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I checked some of my friends and family members numerology out, too. Won't tell you the results, of course (they may want to keep it a secret!), but... I will say this:
their birth purposes, expressions and soul urge seem a WHOLE lot better than MINE ever did.
(like, sob, much?)
Its wicked cool.
They did this survey of my full name and I got this awesome in-depth result of my expression (which is, like, my unique out-take on the world and what I feel I must do as long as I'm still here), my soul urge (which is, like, the one thing in my heart and soul desperately yearns for; though nobody would actually know it) and, finally, my personality (which is how other people see me.
Coolio, right?
I've got my results right here, too! Check it:
Expression: 105 / 6
Family and home life are your main interests. You know how to nurture and accept anyone, therefore, many are drawn to you including those that others call, "strays". You have an eye for anything beautiful and your home is sure to reflect this, no matter what your budget is. You are proud of all your possessions and especially of the talents of your family members. Your generous, creative nature makes you the ideal host or guest at a party.
Soul Urge: 30 / 3
Your urge is to bring hope, joy and beauty to all you meet. You feel the best when you are in beautiful and comfortable surroundings. You have a creative essence and use your inspiration and imagination to make others happy. You enjoy attention and admiration, and you desire recognition for your talents.
Personality: 75 / 12 / 3
There seems to be a golden glow of optimism and joy around you wherever you go. You are witty and playful, and your idealistic nature irresistibly draws the little child out of everyone you meet. Ever creative and interesting to talk to, you are never long without people to cluster around your radiance. You enjoy dressing up and are very creative with accessories. You've got a style all your own, even if you don't follow fashion.
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also, I did this birth purpose numerology test -- in which they had surveyed my birthdate. Not to say, of course, that I believe in all this phooey-balooey stuff totally 100%, but, definitely; it WAS interesting.
Sad to say, though; for both my results (my name survey and birth survey), I was not as impressed as I would like to have been. I mean, I always hoped I was destined for greater thing -- WORLDLY things, y'know? But based on the results, it seems: I'm just this homebody type person; who's main priority is merely family and friends.
Check it:
Fairness, compassion and comfort are the gifts you are here to bestow. Those needing care and nurturing will naturally be drawn to you. Whether it be human or animal it is your destiny to empathize, heal and resolve conflict. You have all of the tools to make your world a more beautiful and loving place. Domestic responsibility, aesthetic arts, and fair judgment are some of the qualities you are here to express.
As the higher octave of the number 6, "master number" 33 is the number of compassion. It is called the Christ vibration and requires self-sacrifice, courage and unwavering commitment to reform , truth and healing. You are on a "mission", and other teachers will learn from your honesty, discipline and bravery. You are here to provide sustenance for the hungry, whether it be through food, beauty, education, ministry or medicine. Yours is the path of "savior".
The Life Path is divided into 3 great cycles, each governing us for specific durations throughout our life. The Seed Cycle begins at birth and colors our experiences through childhood and adolescence. During the year nearest our 28th birthday, we move into the Fruit Cycle which remains throughout the middle part of our life until the year nearest our 56th birthday, and the Harvest Cycle carries on from there. Taken all together, the Cycles show us the particular path, a sort of 'minor life path', that will lead to the fulfillment of our Life Purpose.
Seed Cycle: 7
When the 7 is the seed cycle, the child may spend much of their time alone, with their books and their ideas. Others may view them as unusual in some way. If encouraged and allowed, the 7 seed cycle can create a genius or child prodigy.
This cycle is about responsibility, duty, and serving one's fellow man. This nurturing is usually begun at home, as domesticity gives the 6 much pleasure. Beauty and harmony are sought and even fought for. The 6 may have a career as a decorator, beautician, chef, nurse or landscape architect. The most important thing during this cycle, however, is the maintaining of a happy and harmonious home life.
"Togetherness" is the theme of this cycle. You are unlikely to be alone because this is a phase of your life when partnership and sensitivity are being mastered. You are a natural networker - matching up friends with the things they need and it's the simple, yet precious joys in life that matter to you now. People, emotional connections and cooperative efforts are your priorities.
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I checked some of my friends and family members numerology out, too. Won't tell you the results, of course (they may want to keep it a secret!), but... I will say this:
their birth purposes, expressions and soul urge seem a WHOLE lot better than MINE ever did.
(like, sob, much?)
My crazy attempt at love poetry: #2! I've been doing literature; studying texts and poems lately, so, me being me, I had to, at least, try my luck at it. Result? Failure. Complete, utter failure. I tried to make myself sound "mature", tried to inject myself with that sense of... age-old... antiquity... but, alas: the "s" in loser stands not for "success", but for "stupidity". How stupid am I to write something I have no understanding of? Something I have no passion for? The answer to that -- very. Haha.
I took pleasure,
first, in the way he held me
arms wrapping,
as if i was some sort of gift
meant for royalty
loved him
second,
in the way he would say my name,
tender lips grazing the soft edges
of my feverish cheeks,
long, graceful fingers
swooping my face upwards,
brushing me carefully,
as if i was some sort of great art
and he would hold me there
in his embrace.
with one look he made me
weaken, tumble and fall
flat on my back,
eyes wide,
breath short and ragged,
watching,
for he would look at me in that certain way
and there, he had it
had me,
all to himself
and he knew
(oh, yes. he was very certain)
That in those moments,
or whichever moments relevant,
i would allow it
allow anything
the breaking of my mind, my body
my soul.
i am not a gentle person,
not a leaf-lover or holder of hands,
am not romantic
will never be soft and sweet
like those precious girls
dressed in earthly feminity
and godly grace
but for him
for him,
i am willing
and i would allow it
for him,
i would be that porcelain doll
in the antique window
that porcelain doll i had
broken
many years ago.
him.
he was so much
while i was nothing.
he could walk bare-footed, eyes to the clouds
clothed in rag and dirt and grime
yet the stars would still shine upon him
and i would still watch,
through half-lidded eyes and tightly shut lips
the gentle wind caress his much-stroked face
the quite moon highlight his glowing eyes
as if i did not see them well enough
that disgusting, beautiful man
for he was a man
amongst boys and girls with their dolls
he was a man
amongst children and toys and sweets and smiles
he saw the world as what it was
had seen the grim
had tasted tears
he was well-worn
and often (for i am not ashamed to admit this)
i looked up to him
i wanted him
wanted him so badly,
but mostly?
i wanted to be him
i am a foolish, selfish little girl
a girl that would never understand the world through
a man’s eyes
through his eyes
for,
indeed,
he was a man.
he was a man among boys and girls and laughs and toys,
he was a man, even,
among men.
for,
as mentioned,
he had seen the world
for what it truly was
he saw me, once, too
from within his shadow
gave me one good, long look
and then...
turned away.
for,
like i’d said,
he is a man
and who am i to deny
the whim of such?
for i am but a girl
and as such,
have much left to see.
Flunk
Oh, before my whole emo post came along, I forgot to mention: I so flunked midterms. Golly, gee. Can't wait til finals, huh?
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