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.

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.

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?

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.

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.