Slightly Serious With Some Miley.

Raise your hand if you've watched Hannah Montana.

Yes, I know you watched it cause your sister/cousin/kid/godkid wanted to watch it.

What do you think of that show?

*gives a moment for you to think of that*

My opinion? I kinda like the first season. But then when the show got big and Miley Cyrus got big too I got annoyed with Hannah Montana. I don't remember when I started to think Miss Montana is actually a bad role model.

:O

I know, I'm talking about role models. I'm not a good one myself. I'm a lazy person who loves last minute studying, have trouble cleaning up my room and on and on and on. I'm not always polite but I do try to be even when the older person is just a plain bitch.


But honestly, am I the only one who noticed that Hannah Montana is lacking in the manners department. I know, its a tv show so its not Miley but the producers/scriptwriters must have written her that way.

She's rude.

Most of the time with her dad.

And its not plain teenager rude.

Its "I'm better than you" rudeness.


And this leads to Miss Cyrus.


I have a higher opinion on Bella Swan compare to her. FYI, I think Bella Swan is a joke. So that's how low I think of this young celebrity.


I'm not touching the matter of her style of dressing. Its her body so she can be a slut if she wants to be. But there's a big difference of her looking like a slut and Kesha or whoever else looking like a slut. Wait, Kesha looks like a stoned party girl while Katy Perry looks like a total flirt. Hmmm, I have no idea for now but I'll get back to this. The difference is she came from Disney and yes, it might not be her fault but I know she has enough money to get some public relations advice.

Miss Cyrus, stop trying to push away your young fans too hard. And yes, I think your latest singles suck. Last song of yours that I liked was The Climb. Can't Be Tamed = a joke.


And of course, stop saying stupid things. I know you don't want to continue your studies. Why can't all you child stars be like Emma Watson? Okay, not everyone is smart enough to go to Brown University but come on, education is important. And you're gonna get more than that scroll at the end of it all. You'll get fucking common sense.


Some might say she's young which equals to the silly stuffs coming from her. I say she has enough money to get a manager, or again, the public relations officer or whatever.

Call me a snob, but I appreciate education. If you for some reason can't afford a proper one, just make sure you read and be intelligent. As I've said before, intelligence is a major turn on brownie point in my book.

And of course, it will lessened the number of people laughing at the words from your mouth.


Here's a kid I hope won't grow up like Miss Cyrus.

Peace Out.

Doing The Countdown Thingie.

In less than 5 hours, it will officially be November and I can start on my torture journey to 50, 000 words. I know, there's 4 zeros and some might find that daunting. Including me but I see this as a challenge and a productive way to fill up my free time. Of course:

Free time = Time I have - chores- report writing- presentation slides preparing


I can do it. I hope.


And oooh oooh, I got an award :D

Will tell more on that later.


Peace Out.

4 hours 6 mins more.

A Short One for Blog Whoring Moment.

The lovely Jodie has featured me as one of her guest poster :D

*is too excited*

The post in question is an old one from my previous blog. Yes, the blog I privated since the No.3 and I ended. It was a personal lovey blog that would be torture to read.

Why didn't I delete it?

I'm a sucker for memories.

Anyway, November is tommorow. Woooohooo.

Peace Out.

Impatient Me.

I'm in a proper writing mood. My fingers are itching to just start typing out my story. But its only the 30th October here.

*is sad*

November November, come here soon.


Yes, I'm alll geared up for the torture. I chose my plot, mulling over the names (Hell, its my fave part) and just plain waiting. Today, I went swimming after dropping off couple of my HP books to a friend who wants to read it. Then I was like "I need a hair cut,"

Its been a year since my last one so with my damp swimming pool smelling hair, I got my hair snipped off by 2 inches and got a nice fringe.

Just wait for my complaints on said fringe.


Since I have to hold back from writing my story, I've been doing poetry and the next chapter to my Letter series. Expect for that to come out this weekend :D

....

Totally lost my train of thought so I'm heading for a quick nap before going out with the lil bro. He needs a new computer game while I need a new book and some hair clips.


Peace Out.

Why I Love Noelle.

"Noelleeeee,"

"Hanisssss,"

"Are you free in November?"

"My next semester will be starting. Why?"

"Let's do NaNoWriMo together!"

"What is it exactly?"

*sends a link*

*10 minutes later*

"I signed up, add me as your buddy there,"

That is why I love you bestie.

Soul Searching

Hello soul,

Are you whole,

Or are you not,

Will you help me,

Pretty pretty please,

Lend your assistance,

Your other half,

Yearns to unite,

Make me whole,

My dear soul.

Then End.

The minute I'm starting this post, is 61 minutes away from the end. The end of it all. 16 long weeks. 80 days. 4 months. Give or take a few days, true? I know that in 60 minutes from now, I'll walk out from this office for the last time.(I hope)

I'll have two bags with me. One will be my normal bag, the other will be full of papers and the junk I acquired for the past 16 weeks. Two magazines. A bottle of lotion. Thank god I already exhausted my tissue supply.

59 mins. Am I getting emotional? No. It will be odd though that next Monday I don't have to wake at 5.30 and be out of the house in an hour. I told the lil bro that what I'll do is oversleeping. Hell, I'll sleep until Mama screams to me to wake up.

Chores will be waiting for me. Gah. Naps too.

55 more mins. Excuse me while I distract myself with Wiki articles.

Peace Out.

Of Blog Whoring, Last Day and Brainstorming.

Have I ever mentioned that I'm a gift whore? I think I did once. I'm also a blog whore at times. I just love replying to those threads along the line of "Interesting blogs to read?". You can bet I'll be there with my link pasted all nice and pretty and tempting.

I even have my link up on my facebook and my NaNoWriMo. See, blog-whoring again. But I draw the line at putting up my facebook link. I'm a quite private person over there. Yes, I'm one of those people that makes it impossible for you to search for them and if you ever come across their profile without being a friend, you'll get to see the minimum requirements. Its irritating, I know.

But OMG, today is my LAST day.

*dances around on my chair*

Unbelieveable. I thought this day would never come. Like, ever. But here I'am, still sane. I'll give you a moment to be in amazement.

*clears throat*

Yesterday, I brainstormed for plots/ideas for my NanoWriMo project and I came up with some that have been living in my head for awhile. Or as I said to a friend:


"These ideas have been in my head for years, in an orgy of creative thoughts and plots just waiting for me to give them release."


I know. Laugh as loud as you want to.

So maybe when I'm done choosing and writing out the plot points, I'll tell you guys :)

And woot woot, 25 followers :D

Peace Out.

NaNoWriMo

When I was 16, which was around 2005, I was a Neopet crazy teen who hates hates Physic. And Additional Math. But what I wanted to say is that was the first time I heard about

NaNoWriMo

Yes, I heard the drumrolls playing when you read that. I barely got halfway through of the target which is 50,000 words. I know, crazy, right? I remember thinking "Okay, next year Hanis,"

The next 4 years I always had exams in November. Which made me cried and cursed. Not because of my inability to participate in NaNoWriMo but due to my having to study.

So now, after 5 years I've decided to give it another try. Woohoo. I got an email after making an account for this year. The title of the email?

NaNoWriMo loves Hanis.

Why thank you =)

The email included tips for this torture challenge and the one that made me laughed was tell as many people as you can that you're gonna write a novel. This will help in Week 2 because the thought of embaressing yourself will be a wonderful motivator. Indeed you're right.

To anyone interested to lookie at my page there, please do so. I'll be trying to think up an idea/concept for this crazy notion.

Would You ... Tag!

Be extremely beautiful or extremely intelligent?

For sure I'm gonna be extremely intelligent. I'm already totally gorgeous. And come on, bimbo isn't such a pretty looking word. Makes me think of mambo and bingo.

Go without brushing your teeth or go without washing your hair for a year?

Damn it. Can I just shave my hair and continue brushing my teeth? No? Damn it again. I'll go without brushing my teeth for a year. They never said anything about gargle and mouthwash!

Be rich or famous?

*Hears Lifestyle of the Rich And Famous playing in the background* I want to be famous for my books. Which means leading to me having my own Wiki page!! Woohoo. I only want good fame, you know, not like being famous for being Hugh Jackman's mistress or another version of Snookie. You get me? And since I'll be famous for my books, I'll be rich too.

Be able to sing or dance?

This is easy. To sing. No, I can't dance. But I want to sing more than dance.

Be stranded on an island or a desert?

Island. Desert = little water + bright sunshine + sand + extreme temperature differences. At least I can try to be sexy on the island. ;) Coconut shells as my bra. Flowers woven in my hair. Something like that :P

Have a computer or TV?

When was the last time I realllly enjoyed TV? Hmmmmm, ages ago. Make it a laptop with a big screen, build in mic, wonderful built in webcam and long lasting battery.

Wear spots or stripes for the rest of your life?

Spots. Stripes are overrated. Spots make you look fun.

Drink out of a teacup or a mug?

A mug is bigger thus more space thus more water.

Receive a bunch of flowers or a box of chocolate?

This is a trick question. I swear it is. I'm sure my friends who read this will roll their eyes and say "DUH, Hanis is the chocolate lover. She'll pick the latter. DUH,"

Which made me think, about anyone who spent some time with me knows that I love chocolate (dark chocolate or milk chocolate, plain if you can) and can get me the box of chocolate.

But if someone reallly know me, they'll know just what kind of flowers to buy for me. And to stay away from roses and sunflowers. And orchids. I just hate those. So I'm gonna go for the flowers and see who can give me the flowers I love. (Carnations, peonies, gardenias. Nothing red or orange or yellow. Pink and white is likeable)

Have a hug or a kiss?

Urgh, can I not want either? Unless its from hot guys Marky Mark, Hugh Jackman or Johnny Depp. Hahahah, I just have a personal space issue. Which leads to a hate of physical/skin contact with strangers. Or most people unless you're my close friends/family.

But if I haveee to chooose, I'll go with hugs. Huggly Wuggly.

Wear Converse or stilettos?

Converse, I can't run from evil aliens/murderers/stalkers/zombies in the latter, right?

Be a fairy or a mermaid?

Mermaid. I wanna wear those sexy shell bras. Or maybe I've always wanted to be once since I watched The Little Mermaid over and over and over.

Coffee or Tea?

Tea. I don't do coffee, much.

Live somewhere sunny or cold?

I'm already at a sunnny place and I'm a half vampire that go urgh at sunshine. I want to try the cold. Wait, give me somewhere with four seasons.

Have an amazing house or an amazing car?

House please. Cars' values depreciates soooo fast. And I've always wanted a nice house with a wooden theme (wooden floorboards, like a cabin you know) that comes with a nice study that has built in shelves for my books. Oh yeah, indoor swimming pool too xD

Be kind or funny?

Laugh, and the world will laugh with you. Cry, and you'll cry alone.

I want to be kind.

Be hated or a hater?

I hate being hated. Hell, I need people to like me. But hating takes a lot of hardwork. If I'm hated, will I have someone or two who loves me? A guy who is totally devoted to me? Then yes.

If you have to choose, lose your sight or hearing?

Hearing. I have so many books to read. And if I can't hear, it just means I can't hear the hurtful things people say about me :)

Have lots of money or lots of friends?

Friends. Need I explain?

Love or be loved?

I'm tired of being the one who loves the jerkasshole that don't appreciate you. I've loved people who don't give a fuck about it. This time, I want to be loved and appreciated.

What to do now if you've been tagged:
1. Copy the Would You Rather picture and put it into your own post
2. Answer all questions
3. Tag others


The lovely Jodie tagged me so I'll be tagging *looks in list*

Kim who's blog is fun :D

Simone from The Top Bunk

and of course

Fiona!!

Woot. I wish I can tag Hugh Jackman. Or Marky Mark.

Peace Out.

Letter In The Morning.

Dear Lady in the Lift,

Yes you, the only person who was in the lift this morning. I think you heard me asking you to hold the doors open. But did you? Nope. Thank you so much. I so enjoyed having the doors slide close just in front of me with you standing demurely in the middle of the lift looking at me so innocently. FYI, innocent/demure look don't work in your 40's. But then, perhaps you have a hearing problem. Or just plain laziness. Hope to run into you again.

Love,

Hanis.

He Sang of Me.

Sing for me,

In every bar you stop at,

Say my name,

Choose a song to dedicate,

Make them ask,

At the tremble in your voice,

Sweet sorrow,

Crooning from your guitar strings,

Shed a tear,

As your fingers danced on keys,

I loved you,

Listen and cry you whispered.



-Hanis.

Noelle Is Still Laughing

Noelle : Hanis is a shy person (stop laughing Noelle)*refers to my post*

Hanis: Indeed I'am

Noelle: =))

Hanis: I'am!

Noelle: :)) Whatever

Hanis: I'm good at predicting your reactions.

Noelle: Yes.


*is a shy person*

Peace Sign Index Finger Down.

Its Wednesday morning here :D Wooohoo. Two more days till Friday, my very very last day of internship. *dances like a crazy chicken* Trust me, I look like that dancing. But since I'm one of those sentimental people, I'm gonna miss this place, a bit. *gives a moment of tearing up before smiling again*

News 1

I was bored out of my mind passing time by reading the forums here and I saw this lovely lovely person promoting my blog in a "Interesting blogs suggestions" kinda-ish thread that I replied to. I blushed and smiled to my ears while reading it and then I had to resist the urge to gloat about it. Yes, it means no calling over random people to my lappie and showing them the comment. And of course, I didn't copy the link and gave it to my friends. So thank you so much kendra30752 :D


News 2

I gave one of my supervisor the evaluation form and he gave me a peek and *giggles* its alll excellent, well, except for my people skills which is only good. *sulks* Mama always said I don't mingle and socialise well since I have this "If you talk to me, I'll talk back." attitude. I'm just shy people xD I swear. Hanis is a shy person. (Stop laughing Noelle, I'am shy)



That's the 2 bits of news I was eager to tell. Yesterday, Dad and I hitched a ride with his brother, my Uncle (duh) because Dad's new car is only coming today. So after picking us up, we went to pick up my Auntie before heading back home. The traffic wasn't THAT bad but still, it took us about 90 mins to get home. And for about 87 mins, the conversation was mostly about cars.

Uncle : I heard the price of Car A went down due to yadayadayada

Dad : That's cause they're going to release a new model yadayadaya

Hanis : *half snoring in the backseat*

Fun.


I think I'll be posting again today on some other random shits. And maybe my first ever poem that has some sort of rhythm/flow.

Peace sign, Index finger down.

- Gym Class Heroes

Been stuck in my head since last night.

Peace Out.

Dear Management

Dear student system at the hostel,


I'm coming back next semester, I know you missed me and my lack of participation in activities. Of course, I'm one of those who sent in the activity card with only 2 coupons last year. In my defense, Mamon and the rest did the same too.

The reason of this nice letter is to remind you to give me a room come this year end. Yes, I'll be a degree student and I know we have to pay for our boardings so don't worry. My parents will be more than glad to pay the RM400 needed to get me out of their hair. Its cheaper than getting me a car.

Word of advise? Please don't let me get another weird roomie, especially with degree students being in the 2 person rooms instead of the 4 person rooms. What, you don't know what I mean about weird roomie? Well:

A) Remember the one in my 4th semester? You know, the girl who was always on the phone, talking to her boyfriends. Yes, she's no monogamist. It was torture listening to her cooing in her fake little girl voice about how she's not as pretty as so-and-so. Fake modesty. Let's not forget when she was in a temper. The little girl voice went out of the window. Wait, she even like crying sometimes. Wow.

But thank god she didn't last long. She decided to run away after the short Chinese New Year's break because her parents wouldn't let her 21 year old self get engaged. I was relieved I didn't have to hear her heavy hip hop ringtone again.


B) One roomie in my 3rd semester was a sunshine freak. =.= GOD NO. She wouldn't stop pulling open the curtains alll the way back even with our room facing the busy main road. Did she care that I slept at 5 after a night of studying? No. Did she noticed I literally buried my face under the pillows due to being in the bed beside the window? Yes. Did she care? No. Did she had to pull open the curtains on my side as well? No. Did she? Yes.

So please no more plants-like roomies who needs the sunshine for their respiration system. Or whatever it is. I'm a half vampire, remember? And I don't sparkle thank you.

C) Last sem roomies. Two of them. I don't mind the third one. This one is specific. In fact, I'm gonna send a letter to the recruitment part, asking them to place those two in another course so I don't have to see them again.

D)Any coursemates of mine except for Mamon who I love so much.

E) Roomies during my 2nd sem, who all loved putting on their alarms at loud. And never seem to wake up.

Other than the above, I beg for you not to place me with a born-again, holier-than-thou individual. Don't blame me if they come in to report being bitch slapped by yours truly. Yes, I'm still living on the " I'm not messing in your business so who the fuck gave you the right to do so with mine?" way of thinking.


I'll love you so much if you give me Mamon as my roomie. I'll even participate in the activities with an increase of 12% in participation. It will be easier for both you and me if you do this. Love you long time hostel management.

Peace Out,

Hanis .

Everytime I Flip Open My Phone

I see this and smile.

When She Talks, I Bet You Yearn For Me.

Life is sweet you know? Just this morning I wrote a wonderful post wishing the best for No.3 and somehow by fate's intervention I managed to have a chat with the slut girlfriend who didn't know that I kinda figured it out that its not No.3 I'm chatting to.

How did I guess it's not him?

a) The constant usage of "u" instead of "you"

Honey, I have my standards and that kind of typing is a big NO-NO for me.

b) The lower standard of English

c) The excessive sharing of private details.

He might be a jackasshole but he's not that crude. Even when he decides to be so

d)The lack of creative storytelling.

Again, I'm picky.

e) I have familiarity with him. After months of chatting to him. So my instinct had a feeling ;)


I might have said that he's a bit odd. To which "he" denies and 3 mins later "he" was offie.

*muahahahas*

Boy, I know you downgraded after me. But that bad? Wow.

*muahahahhas again*

And yeap, I know she's that perfect weight = 115 so congratulations. :D

It just seems with you getting a girl with less weight, you had to downsize the IQ level too.

Note: I'm not saying thin girls are dumb. Not at all. It just refers to No.3's attempt to make me lose weight with his "I'm afraid I won't be attracted to you."

Yes, he's Mr Go Bugger a Twink.

Yes, I'll pass on your "Fuck You," to him.

He told me to be 115.

Yadayada.

He got some girl that weight who's two inches taller than me. And with less IQ.

You can't get everything.


*is sorry for the way this post is just jumping from line to line, lacking smoothness.

A Stack of Letters and Its a Personal One.

First thing first, its the last week of my internship :D. So its my last Monday here for my 16 weeks internship program. *dances a jig under my table* I made it. I made it. Oh yeahhh. Woohoo.

*clears throat and compose myself*

This morning, I mean, about 20 mins ago before I had my breakfast, I was looking for tissue in my bag and I came across the stack of letters . Yes this letters are the inspiration to my attempt at a multi-chapter story.

I counted the letters. There's 20.

I looked for the last one, dated 22nd June 2010.

I looked for the first one, dated 30th March 2010.

I didn't read any of them because hell, I'm not going to risk it and end up crying my eyes out here at my desk in the middle of the office.

Yes, I still cry reading them. I've been carrying the stack around with me for the past 4 months. And I'm proud that I've only read them once. Which ended up with me crying into my pretty pillow =.=


So here's to 4 months 4 days of me being amazingly gorgeous and myself.


And here's to you, No.3 who I know is totally regretting his asshole actions hope is happy with his live-in slut girlfriend. And FYI, your telling me about how happy you are with said slut girlfriend tells me enough on how much you regret it. Enjoy your life knowing you'll never get someone as good as Hanis.

Sorry boy but you've missed out.


Peace Out.

Cooking Show Dreams

Lunch Menu

Prepared by the gorgeous Hanis

Tuna Mushroom Mayo Pot Pie

Chocolate Chip Pastry

Credits to Mama for the ingredients.

Eaten and appreciated by the lil brother.

Thank you.

Peace Out.

I Give You Wings, You Want Ribs.

Excuse my butchering of a Malay saying as the title of this post. I changed some of the wordings before translating it word-by-word. In case you're wondering what's the original saying:

Bagi betis nak peha

And the word-by-word translation:

Give calf want thigh.

Fuck that. See how ugly that kind of translating is? Erase that from your memory people and just read that the meaning of the saying is that People are never satisfied with what they have. And yes, they use body parts in a saying. And I think its not the only one. I remember one where it mentions a turle in a small boat. Oh wait, here it is:

Kura-kura dalam perahu, Buat buat tak tahu.

I won't scarred you with another word-by-word translation but it says a turtle in a boat, pretend not to know.

.....

It sounds stupid but in Malay, it rhymes and I like using it xD. Just for the sake of the rhyming sound. People usually use this saying when they want to accuse/say someone is pretending to be in the dark on a certain matter.

So going back to the first saying, it was chosen as a way for me to start with my slight rant/post of this lunch break. Woohoo. I love blog hopping. I love reading blogs about life. It gives me a nice insight on how people of different upbringings/walks and whatever live. And somehow I think it makes me more tolerant of other faiths/cultures. Not that I have a problem concerning that but still, there is always room for improvement, true?

I also have a guilty pleasure of reading blogs that are angry/cynical/depressive at life. An insight too, perhaps? Or maybe it tells me that Hanis, you're not the only one who thinks life should be kick in the ass. And anything along that.

One of the things I've always come across on is girls lamenting on how fat they are. And sometimes there are pictures of them and I go like

"Damn girl, I'll kill to have that body/weight,"

Yes, I'm overweight but whatever, I'm gorgeous then and I'm gorgeous now as I'm in a slow battle of shedding some weight so I can totally show off up in front of guys that overlooked me people and tell them to fuck off,they missed out their chance smile demurely.

And perhaps those girls just can't see how gorgeous they are. Its okay if they're like me. HAHAHA. I mean, if they have a healthy attitude with perhaps a day or two of "I think I'm ugly" vibe going on every month. But it just breaks my heart to read on how they bash on their appearance without any sign of confidence.

Like, girls. Listen to me, if a guy wants you to be slender, read: very thin, tell them they can go bugger a twink. Hell, I should have said that to No.3 when he told me I should be like, light enough for him. Asshole, go build up on your muscles so you can carry more weight.

So repeat after me. You are gorgeous.

G.O.R.G.E.O.U.S

Make that your mantra. If you wanna be thin its because you want to. Not because of some magazine saying you should be a certain size. Not because a guy wants you to (remember, "Bugger a twink").

Beauty fades.

Wealth gets spent.

But I will always love you.

Savvy?

And if you still find it hard, take some of my Mama's advice which I admit was given to me about 7 years ago when everyone else had such cool phones, like everyone in the whole world except for me. Note: Don't use everyone in the whole world line. Won't work.

So Mama said this to me:

"Hanis, there are kids out there who don't even have their own phones"

"But but,"

"Just think this everytime you think you're lacking something, there's someone else out there in worse conditions,"

And now I'm totally using that, well after giving the saying some tweaks.

If you think you're fat, there's someone fatter out there.

If you think you're ugly, there's someone uglier out there.

If you think you're stupid, there's loads of idiots out there.

And so on.

So love yourself *tells that to myself too*

Peace Out.