Sunday, October 30, 2011

I'm Ready. I'm Ready. Brainstorming.

I decided to do something utterly crazy and mind bending. Something lunatic-driven and perhaps, warrant few smacks to the back of my head kind of thing.

What is it?

I've decided to join in NaNoWriMo this year.

Please, send me your wishes to my comments on here.

Ishashime, you have to do this with me. We should be buddies on there!

Mozart, I'm gonna make you do this.

I'll take down everyone with me!

I'll sink this ship.

*clears throat*

Now, I need to brainstorm about ideas.

Basically, my ideas can be divided into two. Fantasy and non fantasy. I know I want to do something that can be put under the young adult section.

I want there to be emotional turmoil. I want there to be a love story. And being me, there has to be a case of unrequited love.

I know from my brief participation in fanfiction writing, I'm good at conveying sadness and heartbreak. To put it simply, I made people cry.

If I choose to do fantasy, I might write about angels. Demons.

If I choose to do non fantasy, big chance I'll be writing about best friends. Or unrequited love. Normal drama.

Which should I do?

Friday, October 28, 2011

NaNoWriMo, Do I Dare?

Last year, I participated in the National Novel Writing Month aka NaNoWriMo. I even put up a word count widget on here, promised you guys some preview to what I was writing and so on.

Then, my presentation for uni came by and I was swamped with stress and we all know that equation.

Hanis + stress = Unproductive Hanis moping around, eating sweet things.

That attempt ended with me hitting 10,000-ish words and proclaiming that I would never ever ever do this anymore.

So you're allowed to smack me now because I sure am thinking of joining it again this year. This time around, I'll aim to see how much I can write before I got bored/stressed/distracted. What do you think of that?

And of course, I'll be in a brainstorming mood because for some unknown reason I don't want to use last year's idea. God, my laptop is a cemetery for half developed plots.

I'm sure once Mozart reads this when he gets back from him let's abandon Hanis for 4 days little trip, he'll have ideas.

I just noticed, exactly a year ago, I wrote about signing up for NaNoWriMo.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

A Bowl of Cookie Monster Please.

From this wonderful website which I visit every few days:

Customer: “What’s in the Cookie Monster?”

Me: “It is a blue cookie dough ice cream with Oreos in it.”

Customer: “Can you take the blue out?”

Me: “No, we use a blue dye when we make the ice cream. It has no flavor.”

Customer: “Oh, okay. I’ll get a different flavor because I don’t like the taste of blue.”

Oh my god. I want that ice cream so badly. Not to mention that Cookie Monster is my favourite Sesame Street character.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Don't Confuse Culture with Religion. Get It? You Better.

I should really stop reading Yahoo articles where they talk about Islam. And then don't read the comments at all because I sure don't want to get high blood pressure.

Like, I've ranted about this before that religion, any religion, is sometimes affected by the culture of a place. And it just pisses me offf when some people who think they're sooo freaking smart about a topic just goes on about it. I swear, I just want to smack the back of your head with my Calculus text book.

I was reading some article on Libya wanting to use Syaria law. Okay. I should have stopped at the article. But no. I had to scroll down and read the comments. I stopped myself after two "What the fuck are you fucking saying?!"

Here's one that I had to refrained myself from replying to.

"forgive my ignorance ,but going with what i see is sharia is doing just that,i.e arranged marriages,you cannot go out unless escorted,disobey your husband and get beheaded....need i go on"

Arranged marriages? Like, my ass. You cannot go out unless escorted? Hell to that. Get beheaded? Oh come on.

Here's the reply that was forming in my head, nearly bubbling out of my mouth.

Dear Lady,

Arranged marriages are not so bad, as I've heard that they have a lower divorce rate than normal marriages. But last I heard of those was during my grandparents' time. Nowadays, the closest is when mothers introduce their kids to each other and cross their fingers, hoping they'll get on. But for you to fucking say that arranged marriages is part of the Syaria Law? For fuck sake. Culture has more to do with that. I see it no more different than people marrying for money.

I swear the number of times I went out unescorted, I think my dad is having a heart attack, or sharpening his axe to behead me. Come on, stop looking at one part of the world and labelling what they do as Islam. Do you want me to look at the Pope and label his actions, words, excuses as Christianity?

My mom makes a habit of telling my dad where she's going. But, I make a habit of telling my mom where I'm going. I just see that as something normal. Like, I have this thing where I imagine going out without telling anyone, get into an accident and then my family is like all confused and wondering why am I at that place at that time. You know?

She has never been beheaded before though, unless she's like one of those ancient Greek monsters where you cut off one head, two more comes out.

About your ignorance, I can't forgive it. I can't forgive you and most of the other people who is just like you. There's innocent ignorance and there's fuckingstupid malice-filled ignorance. And hey, like the sentence "I don't mean to be rude", "Forgive my ignorance" is empty words. You don't mean it.



Months and months back,I read this blog where the person stated Sex and The City 2 was bullshitty for some reason. Honestly, I don't give a care about that show. But the reason, made me comment on the post. She was going on about how in the world can the women in burqa (all covered up) can be wearing such high-end clothes underneath?

I was so flabbergasted by that before I laughed myself off the chair. She was serious.

Like, seriously shit serious.

First thing, Malaysia is quite the popular holiday destination for Middle East tourists. I've seen those women in burqas wearing jeans underneath it (I saw by mistake). I saw some wearing stilletos. I bumped into one in the changing rooms, she was trying on a belly baring top, a dress and god knows what else.

So I would like to say, that movie got it right. And I told her so. And guessed what she did? She didn't post my comment but someone else's comment who agreed with her that women there is so opressed yada yada yada. And then she deleted that post.

HAH. She just couldn't take it when someone corrects her. Boohoo.

I do read her blog once in a while and god helps me, I can dislike someone just through their blog.

God, I just ranted.

I Need a Translator.

I have a test in few hours. To be more precise, an oral test for Arabic 2. We all know how much I suck at that. I feel like I'm back in grade school, wanting to hide under the desk as I whimper in fear.

It's for 2 chapters and I just want to diekilljumpoffacliff scream and cry my eyes out. I need to make flashcards for next time. I promise.

I now know how those kids who were weak in English back at school felt like. As if there's butterflies eagles pecking and clawing my tummy.

Umarris al-lughatt al-arabbiyatt, imtihan al-yawm.( I practice arabic, test today)

I just butchered a language there. I'm sorry people.


Tuesday, October 18, 2011

One Awkward Moment After Another.

That awkward moment when your mom ask you if you have a boyfriend when you thought the answer was so fucking obvious.

That awkward moment when you're tempted to go:

Yeah Mama, his name is James Franco and OF COURSE I DON'T HAVE ONE.

That awkward moment when you instead say:


That awkward moment when she seems not to believe you.

That awkward moment when you sigh and say:

If I did, I would be on the phone more often and going out more, wouldn't I?

That awkward moment when she ask if you like anyone.

That awkward moment when you're stuck between:

No Mama, I only like white guys.


Yes, but no one likes me back.

Sunday, October 16, 2011


Do you remember this little "recipe" of mine that some of you tried and liked? Well, today I had a craving for something sweet and let me tell you I'm not someone with a sweet tooth.

Last week I made pancakes and since I don't like maple syrup, I decided to use butter and honey instead. And guess what? I'm in love with the butter and honey combination so much that it has replaced peanut butter as my favourite thing to eat with toast.(Peanut butter is a seasonal item in my house for some reason)

During today's craving, I decided to have toast, again but with something else.

1.Take a banana, slice it in half then cut it into small pieces.

2. Heat it up a bit, longer if you want it to be mushy-ish. Use a microwave, its easier and do keep an eye on it.

3. Put in half a table-spoon or a teaspoon of butter, depending on how big the banana was.

4. Put in some honey, around 1.5 tablespoons of it.

5.Sprinkle some cinnamon powder before mixing it all up.

6. Put a piece of bread into the toaster, letting it become crisp at the sides, browning edges but still white in the center.

7. Slather the banana mix all over the toast and sink your teeth in.

8. Tell me you love me in the comments.


Wednesday, October 12, 2011

When Its In Narnia, Give Up.

I'm not one of those people who have a nice studying schedule. Or who studies for a number of hours everyday. I do try to study though. Like, when I got quizzes and tests coming up. Or once in a blue moon.

I got a quiz in Stochastics tommorow. On god-freaking-something that I'm sure I'm the only one in the class of 8 that didn't get it.

So, I sat at the dining table downstairs, fully focused on my book, trying to get what the topic is about.


You know when you're studying, there's 3 situations.

A. You got it all down, in your hands.

B. Its just within reach, you have to work a bit hard.

C. Its in freaking Narnia.

I'm at C. Like, I threw a mini tantrum few minutes ago, cursing everything to the seventh circle of hell.

Mind you, it has been quite some time since my last tantrum so I felt like I was 14 or something, slamming my book shut, shoving my pencil into the pencil box, cursing every number ever created.

I got 2 assignments due on Friday. My progress level?


Sigh. Fine, I'm gonna try to start on one of them. That is, after I finish watching the 7th episode of Friends' Season 2. I'm hopelessly addicted to it now.

Friday, October 7, 2011

More Food, Please.

I cook.

By cook I mean, preparing/making food that I like/want to eat. And also helping Mama with cooking dinner/lunch.

I've at times, tried out recipes from the world wide web and most of the times, got quite edible though not perfect results.

I made biscuits, southern style ones you know.

I made the gravy for the biscuits.

Fish and chips.

My own tartar sauce.

And tonight, for the 2nd time, I made a stack of chocolate chip pancakes and this time, actually sat down and ate some.

We don't really have pancakes here. Well, we do but its mostly at places like House of Pancakes. And .. others. Waffles are much more popular though.

*thinks of waffles with icecream and strawberry sauce*

*thinks of waffles with chocolate spread and butter*

My sudden craving for pancakes tonight might have came from my lack of something sweet today. It practically made me lose my appetite for dinner while I mope in my room for something sweet.

Dad went to play tennis, driving Mama's car which leaves me to the mercy of his shiny car.

There goes my plan to buy something sweet.

So, to the kitchen I went, again.

30 minutes later, I had about a small stack of pancakes, some of them plain while the rest had chocolate chips in them. And I dug into 2 of them, enjoying every honey soaked bite.

*pats tummy*

Now, I want some sandwiches. The other day I made cold chicken mayo with cabbages. God, the cabbages made it so crispy and goooood. I made myself a pita bread sandwich with plenty of lettuces and tomatoes.

Yes, I'm a vege fiend when it comes to burgers and sandwiches. The more the better.

Or maybe I want some fried mushrooms.

*puts a stop to my food fantasies*

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Hello October. Yes, You.

Hello October. I started this month with attending a 2 day program for uni. The original plan was that there will be a talk from 8.30am till 1pm today and a group thingie from 8.30am to 4pm tommorow.

But then, last night they made a switcheroo. Whole day today, half day Sunday.

That cancelled out a plan I made with two friends to go to this buffet place for lunch today. And since we're all such busy students, it seems that our plan is delayed for few more weeks. Perhaps till our break in November.

*sighs dramatically*

What made it suckier was that I finished early, around 1.40pm but by then my two friends already made other plans.


Other updates, my brain is slowly moving again after 3 weeks of school which is great. I might be doing a group research paper on Cannibalism. Or Teen Suicides. Its for English and the lecturer seems nice.

Today, during the program, I felt like a snob for my inner thoughts on how some people can be such idiots. I know, my course is ... well, not elite but its kinda hard. So perhaps I'm used to ... smarter kids.

It started with this problem given where:

A has 1 dollar

Forget it, I'm such a lazy snob but I can't get over how some people were soooo convinced that their answer was right and looked at the others as if we were dumb.

At least I kept my "You guys are idiots" thoughts in my head.

I have an assignment to submit on Monday, a short essay on godsomething Limit. Central Theorem Limit. Or something way off, I'm sure. I'll just look up info for it later tonight tommorow

I'm currently on page 137 of The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest.

Here's to a hopefully, better month. Hello October, do bring me weight loss happiness.

Confession No.24

No, I don't want to ttyl.


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