A Semi Serious Post

That's my aim for this one. So I thought. But about what? *thinks*

I came up with nothing. Lies. Okay, I came up with these

1. A sappy poem

2. How I love dark chocolate.

3. Marky Mark should be mine.

4.Figuring out what I'm craving for.

5.Wondering if the 4 topics can be counted as semi serious.

Or how about an emotional post? One where I'm crying my eyes out while typing but wait, I don't think crying in the office is good for my street cred reputation here unless I can pin the blame on hormones. Oh yes.

"Why are you crying, Hanis?" - concerned person who actually works in the office

"HORMONES,"

"Ahhhhh," -concerned person slips a bar of dark chocolate.

That seems pretty good. *considers* But to actually write about something that makes me cry? I could write about

1. This craving for Subway which I haven't fulfilled yet.

2. Not having a nice pair of boots yet.

3. Not having a hot boytoy of my own.

4.How much I want to castrate someone with a rusty blunt butter knife.


No4 seems promising but that won't make me cry. It will make me cackle in front of my screen and instead of dark chocolate, I'll get a "She's mental" verdict. It seems that I'm in a not-so-emotional phase of my month. Or week.

To end this, I shall put quote my bestie's status on her yahoo yesterday

Here's to the guys who have us, the assholes who had us and the lucky bastards who'll have us.

Correction made to suit Hanis:

Here's to Hanis for being fantastically amazingly single and not fucking care about it, the bloody assholeidiotjerks who had us and the lucky bastards who's too shy to admit their feelings for us.

*cackles*

Yes, I'm still bitter.

And to the guy with the rising sun smile, wake up! I'm the best baby ;)

And ick, I don't call people baby unless I'm singing Bieber's Baby.

I Open My Eyes

Saw that we were approaching the building where I'm interning and dear old dad works.

Glanced at the clock and nearly, very nearly said

"You have to be fucking kidding me,"

It was 6.40 a.m

Like, no traffic jams people? To drag on my sleeping-in-the-car time.

And I was no2 in the office today and had to dragged myself to my desk which is near the far far far exit.

Where I smacked my head on the desk and drooled on the wooden surface, dreaming of Marky Mark, me, Josh Kloss and silk scarves.

Please ignore the last sentence. That didn't happen. The smacking, drooling or dreaming. Sadness.

Update more later once I'm less aiofhasiofhaohfnasoncfalknfi-ish. Get me?

Do You Know

That you smile like the rising sun?


A slow climb to a beautiful sight.


Hopelessly dedicated to you -October 2008

Fasting Makes You Crave

All I'm thinking about now is sinking my teeth into that nice scrumptious subway. With extra lettuce and onions, loads of mustard and mayo with that bread. *groans* And add in two chocolate chip cookies. Please oh please. I want that.

83 Minutes

Before you can see me running to the doors heading for home. Kidding. I can't run in these shoes. If I could, I would have brought my satchel instead of my big fit-my-room-inside bag. Went downstairs to the lobby during lunchhour. Apparently the stalls changed weekly so my plans to buy a nice hairband with a Minnie Mouse bow on it is ruined.*tries to be dramatic*

But I did saw this cardigan and it was just like the one I saw in Pyramid 6 months ago and the price? Its the same. -.- I was like

"How much is this?"

"45 Ringgit for that one but the prices ranged from 28 Ringgit based on the style,"

And typical of Hanis, the one I'm holding will be the expensive one. I took some time browsing around the cardigans. Some were nice and some were ... urgh. Then I walked around for some more and saw ... nothing else that caught my eye and it was back up to the office to laze around my break time.

*touches my nose*

Its cold. Compare to the other parts of my face. *touches again* Yeap, darn aircond. Its not helping my condition.

I have a tissue balled up against my nose and the tissue smells like chewing gum. Or mint. Whichever way you look at it. And now I'm addicted to the smell.

73 more minutes.

Yesterday, Mama made chicken rice and pigged out had a lot of the chilli blend which lead to my tummy doing the chachasambafoxtrot at 4 in the morning. Hanis, when will you learn your lesson when it comes to Mama's chicken rice's chilli blend? Eat moderately. Not drown your chicken with it.

Today, I'm in the mood for pasta and I blame the Never Ending Pasta Bowl ad on yahoo inbox chat because I've been staring at pictures of pasta for nearly half the day due to it.

Creamy Parmesan Portobello I need to have that now because it looks darn good.

65 more minutes and time for me to read more stuffs up.

Later alligator.

Pen To Paper

I think I need to go back to basics. Go back to one habit I had back in 2006, in my last year of highschool.

No, I don't mean stalk guys that I'm crushing on.

No, I don't mean eat all I want and get all bloated again

No, I don't mean be a deppressive teen again.

Its all about keeping a journal, the old school way. Like, actually taking a pen and putting it to paper, forming words in my hard-to-read handwriting. I read somewhere that keeping a journal in that way can develop someone's writing skills. Like, duh.

And perhaps, I'll go back on another habit which have been haunting me ever since.

And There's Glitter On The Floor

Blast From the Past

I got 20% left on my netbook's battery. So it will be quick. Hopefully.

Right now, I'm watching the surfing scene in Lilo and Stitch in my night of Disney shows. It started with UP earlier this evening and yes, I cried watching it. How can anyone not cry at the part how the two people met and married and grew old together? And also when Russell said his father is too busy now to hang out with him. Russell is so cute.

Had to spend the night in because another asthma attack, mild but still. Watched the 2nd half of The Parent Trap ,the one with Lindsay Lohan. I love that movie so much. Enjoyed my nice chocolate sundae while watching it and folding clothes. OMG. I multi-tasked. *pats myself on the back* Decided that I needed to pampered myself after the movie ended thus resulting in me watching Good Luck Charlie nearly an hour later with my hair smelling of my new shampoo and my skin feeling smooth. Ticktockticktockgoestheclock .

So here I'am now with my tummy hurting slightly, listening to my brother singing Misery with the smell of late cooking coming from the kitchen. I will not throw up. Kapeesh.

Refering to my title, I spent this afternoon listening to hits that were big around a decade or less ago.

O-town's All or Nothing

Backstreet Boys' Shape of my Heart and More Than That

Ashlee Simpson's Pieces of Me and Boyfriend

M2M's Pretty Boy

It was fun :D and ooh, I read through my journal back from 2006. I was a year long rollercoaster emotional funk. Crazy.

OMG. Its the scene in Lilo and Stitch where Stitch brought the Ugly Ducking's book into the forest after Lilo told him about her family.*cries*

Hanis cries a lot in Disney movies.

Like in Despicable Me . Please tell me I wasn't the only one crying watching that.

19 Minutes

Before the weekend officially starts *runs around* and oh yes, the title above is the same as Jodi Picoult's amazing amazing book. Its about a school shooting but that's not the amazing part of the book. Geez. Its amazing because her books just reaches out. And the sexy Jordan McAfee makes his third appearance in that book.

Jordan McAfee's appearances in Jodi's books

1. The Pact - Boy and girl loves each other. Make suicide pact. Girl makes boy shoot her. Boy didn't kill himself. Secrets spill out afterwards. Girl's pregnant. Boy doesn't know. Police doesn't believe him. Boy accused of murder.

And that was a minute review of that book. I don't do justice to it. :( But Jordan McAfee becomes the boy's, whose name is the same as a name I don't want to say, lawyer. In this book, Thomas, Jordan's son is still small, well like, preteen-ish? and his wife has just left him.

2. Salem's Fall - Thomas is a teenager in here and he's in love with a semi-crucial character here. Jordan becomes once again, the defence attorney for Jack, a sexual offender accused of rape.

3. Nineteen Minutes- Thomas is in Yale and Jordan's married to his assistant, the sexy Selena and has a baby boy.

That was all for the timeline purposes. Oh Jodi, please write more with Jordan McAfee in it.

*eyes clock* 10 more minutes and the smell of the food some people ordered is making me hold back from gagging and cursing the pain in my right temple. *smacks head on table*

Deep breath Hanis. Do not throw up. Just pack your stuffs quickly and run out of the office. 7 more minutes.

6 minutes.

4 minutes. Better start packing. Insert netbook battery in place. Done.

3 minutes. Close the file. Clear the table. Done.

2 minutes. Put away charger. Take off socks.Done

Not gonna wait longer. Take off sweater. Hits Publish.

Yes, I love the colour blue. And I also love Sperry Top Sider Bahama Boat Shoe. There's loads of designs and I want all of them. My fave among this 4 is the dark blue jeans with the dark brown laces.

Ignore prices again.

But they're so cute and one should see all the designs. *will do so*

Googling Spree

And its hours of googling.

Okay, I was distracted by work, bathroom visits, blog hopping and perhaps daydreaming of TGIF's food? *groans and hits head on table*goddamn it. I'm hungry and want those potatoes.*shakes myself*

Moving back to topic here. As you can see, there's two type of shoes here. My interest in knee high boots started earlier this week from a blog post I read somewhere. And I was in love.

We'll just ignore the price because if we don't it means me crying at the exchange rate.

Knee high boots with a chunky heel. A stick thin heel is a recipefor Hanis falling on some random sidewalk with cracks in it, face smacked on the dirty surface. And like, duh chunky heels give more balance. Or something. It has to do with the gravity center aka physics shit aka my failing point.

And like every girl, a pair of shoe comes with a nice outfit in the mind. Knee high boots? Darling, wear them with skinny jeans tucked into the boots *hates skinny jeans thus will look for hip hugging jeans with a not-too-wide legs* a simple top (maybe, like a blouse for me, not too feminine though), awesome pair of sunnies*needs to buy a pair* and a nice big bag at your side or as my brother say, under your armpit.

*is actually googling for bags and sunnies* Stop it Hanis.

The other kind is Mary Jane pumps.

*smacks myself* I was about to talk about why they are called Mary Jane. Go Google. I'm not a fashion blogger. Bleh.

Yes, I don't do flats. Unless its flip-flops flipflopflipflopflipflop or the kind of shoes I'm gonna post in the post after this one. I don't wear ballet flats. Or Mary Jane flats or any kind of flats for one simple reason.

I look duck footed in them. If you're a HP freak like me, yes Victor Krum comes to mind. Yes, its a vanity reason but meh. I might not care but I'm not wearing things that makes me look ... ugly. Thus the pumps.

I had a shoe version of my book orgasm when I saw the red pair. How can one not squeal at them and grab a pair in their size before running to the counter, slamming the money down and skipping away happily at the sight of those shoes?

....

I wont be doing that thank you. I'll just have a shoe orgasm before trying it out

I think they'll look great in my staple: jeans. I can just see how awesome finetastic the shoes will look with my jeans as I trot about.

Enough with the daydreaming Hanis. Its scary. I can imagine some besties dialing for the nearest asylum.

Har Har.

Not neglecting the other Mary Jane, it has a higher heel and not as casual as the red one(thus the reason I'm coveting them) but its still desirable and omgIwantallofthem.

*deep breath*

Don't think this is the end of my shoe rant. I got a post coming up dedicated to a certain shoe just because there were so many designs and I fell in love with so many.

Peace out.

Shoes

I actually considered what to wear this morning in the foot apparel department.

Oh wait, Good Morning people, its a normal Friday morning and its about 7.36 am and I'm celebrating my "first person in the office" victory because I've been cheated out of it for the past few days. That says a lot on the ongoings or lack of it of my life, true?

Moving back to the original topic, if you know me, you'll be gasping "Holyhellshitnofreakingwayshemustbeouttahermind" with your hand over your suprised heart, eyes wide while your mind comes up with alien abduction conspiracy theories. Because

Hanis considering what to wear? Its like a pink moon, not a blue moon because that still happens but a pink moon. Or a rainbow one, that's much cuter. Off topic again. Grr.

Hanis usually grabs whatever that looks convinient (read: doesn't need ironing) and hopes that it will match with the other grabs she did. Unless its a certain type of clothing which she sometimes takes about a minute or half of one to make a choice.

I shall just assume that you get the Rainbow Moon situation here. So there I was, looking in the shoes cupboard with a sulk. I didn't want to wear that green peep toes heels or the colourful slingbacks. I don't want to fall down the steps or get stuck in those evil cracks/tiles on the floor before falling onto my face and knowing my luck a cutie will be right in front of me.

I considered my brother's shoes. Its some kind of brand which yours truly didn't pay attention to but I'm gonna make a wild guess and say they were Converse. A nice dark brown one. I only like the colour. I don't like how the shoes look like. It reminds me of things I don't like. Which tell you how desperate I was this morning. Thank God, I have a brother with Ronald McDonald feet. So I would be tripping over my own feet if I put on those shoes.

Mama was there when I sulkingly put on my normal sandals with the slight heels which resulted in a promised shoe shopping trip. Which we all know will change into a " Hanis insisting to go to every bloody shoe store in Pyramid before buying a pair in the first store after arguing about her choice" trip.

That's meh. Normal. Average so I'm just going to google some shoes and maybe put up the pictures here (Extreme Rainbow Moon).Its officially 7.54am and I shall tell how long my shoe googling takes me, alright?

*Google Time*

Heaven of Mine

Ignore the hand over there. Just stare at that dark sinful heaven of mine with icecream on top, chocolate sauce drizzled generously without care of the chocolate in the brownie.

*hears tummy*

Please give me this please. I'll love you forever more.

You Manly Treat, You

*giggles* Time to fess up one of my weakness. I have a thing for men that smell edible.No no, I don't mean in the "OMG, You smell so good I can just lick, nibble ,suck ...okay, eat you!" but not like that is a bad thing, true? *grins*



The way I'm talking about is when guys smell like edible things. You know, chocolate, vanilla, coconut, mint etc etc and etc.

No, I'm not crazy. But just the smell of something so tasty on a man makes my mouth water and no, I don't get tempted to jump said guy. Well, depends on who.

Why not more ... normal colognes? ICK. I hate the way most colognes smell like. I'm usually scrunching up my face and trying not to gag and accuse the guilty party of polluting the air. Overeacting much? Nope. Not at all.

Its my nose and so be it. Just this morning this guy walked past and he reminded me of something baking in the oven. All sweet and coconut-ish like. *holds back from drooling* So the blame lies on him. I mean, its his fault I'm remembering my weakness because guys that smell delicious? Rare. As rare as something something. *tried to come up with something witty funny like "rare as a blue tailed rabbit"*

*closes eyes and gets into memory lane before smiling to myself*

Three words.

Cocoa body butter.

Middle of the Week

And I still haven't got my dream meal of the moment.

McDonald's chicken nuggets, fries and chocolate sundae.

*hears tummy growl*

Patient Hanis, its only 8.43 in the morning. Long long long time to break fasting time. Speaking of that, yesterday's meal was oh-so-delicious. Beef curry (which had potatoes, pieces of beef and tripe) eaten with ready made Roti Canai. Tastylicious, I had two Roti. Okay, I know ready made Roti Canai sounds urgh to most people but to the ones who know me, I only eat ready made or mom made xD Never ever ones bought from the eateries or whatever. YUCK.

Its a personal thing. Like, ick.

*looks around* I'm sleepy. As usual. And I'm babbling. Sooo, its obviously time for me to do my work while reading fanfics, yes I'm into them again and write out another short story.

Toodles.

This Blog

Needs some colour, true?

Its So Beautiful

I can't be cynical about it.

I was in the car on the way back from picking up the lil bro and his friend from school and as usual, I was keeping an ear on their convo because darn, they do gossip. A pair of 13 year old boys gossiping away. Today's hot topic was about a friend of their's who apparently had gotten together with a girl. I was like

"OMG. WHO WHO?"

As if I know those kids -.-

Then the convo moved on to boring stuffs when I heard my brother said "One night" and BAM, I got a full blast flashback to few years ago. Well, I started humming and singing softly to a song I've forgotten since embarking in these online relationships.

Its obvious why because Luther Vandross' If Only For One Night is a sad sad love song. In my opinion, its of a person who's deeply in love with another who's not willing to be with them. The latter keeps their feelings a secret and acts as if its something ... bad. BAH. My description is rubbish.

I bet I can write a short story just based on this song. Okay, Hanis, NO daring yourself. You'll regret it.... FINE. I'll write one. It will take time though. *sighs* I have to stop daring myself, true?

Your eyes say things I'll never hear from you.

When I Grow Up

I wanna be Katy Perry. God, she's prettier every day and her Teenage Dream video with that hot hot hot guy *drools*. The lyrics are great and I know that when I'm in relationship (whenever that is) I'll be singing this song again and again and again. Thus annoying my brother.

Fun fun.

Last night, in a rare mood, I listened to Nickelback's Far Away and wow, I cried listening to it. For a whole different reason from the one that made me stopped listening to this song about a year ago. I cried hard back then. I cried harder last night. The words are just so ... beautiful. Hella beautiful that its hard for me to choose a fave part of mine.

I keep dreaming
That you'll be with me
And you'll never go
Stop breathing
If I don't see you anymore.

There I was, sitting on my bed, listening to those words while furiously blinking my tears away and cursing under my breath. And somehow I gave up and started crying. It was one of those soundless crying session with my head leaning against the wall behind me, eyes closed, tears falling hard and my hand pressed against my heart, trying to keep the pain away.

And where did that left me?

Hurting, aching, yearning.

Making me wish that I won't be true to a quote

As soon as forever is through, I'll be over you- Toto

I'm Better

As in I'm not wheezing all the time, okay, more like not feeling as if my pipes had gotten narrow without warning thus resulting in me panicking about the decrease in oxygen pumping into my lungs before flailing my arms around in a lame imitation of a fish out of water.

Wow. That was odd.

I spent 4 days getting better so now I'm back in the office, doing my usual thang. Which is not much. But fear not, I have loads to rant about on here as I didn't blog at all for those 4 days while things happened around me.

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Funny how your mind goes completely blank after you write how you have loads to rant about. Ick. I hate when that happens. MINDBLOCK.

*roll eyes*

*deep breaths*

I want McDonald's chicken nuggets, fries and chocolate sundae today. Please please please. Yesterday's lasagna was oh so tasty with all those cheese but Mama forgot the mushrooms. *pouts*

I think I'll make it another mulitple posts day. Prepare yourself for one on songs stuck in my head, one on my extreme gorgeousness*laughs to myself* and one rant.

Adios.

I Hate

It when my asthma acts up. Urgh. I'm too *takes deep breath* okay, it hurts and I'm not supposed to panic. So I'm just going to take a nap. And breathe easy.