Father Time Loves His Practical Jokes

Why is it Sunday?

Working again tommorow.

*weeps*

Discussion With My Geek

Last night, I had a meaningful talk with my bitch geek bestie about my nightly adventures and apparently, according to her :

"I deal with mentally, not mystically,"

Which I have to admit made me pout and her next sentence made it an epic pout

"You might not like what I have to say about it,"

It was plainly a warning but did I take it?

No.

I insisted in asking her opinion on something. While not mentioning the main star of my adventures.

So it went on like :

Hanis wheedles for an explanation.

Noelle gives. A full lengthy one. With name mention.

Hanis tries to deny the identity with a lame ass

"I didn't say it was *insert name*"

"Hanis, I read your blog,"

Damn the deities for making her a reader. (I don't mean this at all bestie dear. I love you with all of my rainbow coloured heart)

So apparently, according to her, its wish fulfillment or something.

I should have taken the warning and google up websites on meaning of dreams. I could have been beaming now after reading some pages on how it means that we're meant to be.

Its written in the stars.

Inspiration of romance novels.

Just waiting for him to realise it.

Stuffs like that.

Any of you out there is a person educated in reading the meaning in dreams? I'll give you my second born godchild.

Love you.

One By One They Click The Magic Button

It still amazes me that I have followers. Let alone, eight. Well, if you look down at the followers section, you'll see seven but one of them decided to follow in secret.

But thank you so much lovely people. I'll give you my first born godchild. Which is actually Noelle's first born child. *giggles to myself, hoping she won't see this promise*

Anyway, Mama just called and gave out a list of chores.

*sighs*

Peace out.

Two Nights in a Row? Boy, I'll Die in Pleasure

Yes, the title seems to be very .... scandalous but I assure you, I merely have a fancy of titles that will make my followers (All lovely 7 people that I now love more than my first born child, who will come one day in the future) go ooooooh my goshhh, that seems sooo scandalous, which translates to must read.

For the past two nights, I've been having dreams, innocent sweet dreams of a certain ... infatuation from the past. Four years to be exact. Let's not count the months, okay? I will not reveal the level of my obsession with said infatuation.

But these dreams, are long and nice. Its the dream that happens after you woke me in the middle of the night at around 3 in the morning for a quick visit to the bathroom before running back under the nice green blanket.


And god.


*sighs happily*


Can I say that I woke up smiling? And BAM, infatuation lives on. Do listen to Christina Aguilera's song Infatuation. I simply adore it.


So here I' am, blogging at 9 in the morning after a while of being MIA which I'll explain in my next post. It will be a longgggggg one.

And oh yes, Dream Number Two? It was of me reading a comment he left on this blog.

*gives a girlish squeal*

*smacks myself*

Okay, I'm sane.

Peace out.

I was on the 7 o' clock train this morning with my ears plugged with my brand new earphones and the volume on the maximum . Yes, I know its bad for my ears. But then right after listening and bobbing my head to the likes of Usher, Hey Monday, Kesha, Katy Perry and others, this song came on and it made me literally pull out my little notebook from my bag and started writing in it.

And yes, I was in poetry mode and managed to get a small page worth of lines mentioning starts, deities and the wind flirting.

This song is just so beautiful. I remember listening to this months before I met No.1 and lying in the middle of my hostel room's floor, well on the carpet I brought from home with my headphones on and this song on repeat.

Mamon would say this is a very annoying habit of mine.

So I started singing to this song on the morning train before stashing my notebook in the bag again when I got to the station

You think you're loving but you don't know me.

Click

Click,

I count the dial tones in my head,

Letting the monotonous sound wash over me,

Vainly whispering,

Oh calm down dear heart,

Stop beating out to his rhythm,

Its only a phone call,

As my mind spat insults,

Questioning the existence of my dignity,

Click,

I count the seconds in my head,

onetwothreefour,

Two consonants of greeting,

My name followed,

Oh dear heart stop it,

Don't beat to his name,

A failed attempt to reciprocate,

A second failure,

stopthisfoolishness,

In the midst of chaotic thoughts,

I hear my name again,

Icantdothis,

My mind agrees,

Dignity my girl,

This is just a mistake,

I stammered,

Without a chance for a reply,

Receiver slamming onto cradle,

ohshitohshit,

Click.

Yes, that was my lame attempt on poetry after years of abandoning it for short fictions. Enjoy?

Those Birds Made Me Laughed

Guilty Pleasure (Psst, its about food)

Number one.

Cooking shows. Food shows. Travel/ food shows. You get me. I totally love the Asian Food Channel as it feeds this habit of mine. But since I don't really watch tv that much so don't expect me to like, know details about every show.

Right now, its about 40 minutes to breaking fast time and the food has been set on the table. Since its Saturday, Mama wasn't in a mood to cook today so they went to the bazaar and came back with fooodies *drools* There's so much. Yeap. She's guilty of overbuying stuffs.

So I'm in front of the tv right now, hogging the couch all to me and my laptop with the tv on, yes, Asian Food Channel aka AFC. My brother groaned at the sight of food *roll eyes* but yours truly totallllly ignored him as I tuck myself into Chef at Home.

Today's episode has something to do with Indian food as far as I've gathered. Ooooh, can I have his pantry? Its all stocked up and he even has his Asian food section xD. And the time I took to google the word "pantry' ended up with me missing him telling what he's making. Darn. But he's marinating steaks with soy sauce. Yuck. Don't get me wrong but here, soy sauce and steak? Yuckkk.


Anthony Bourdain. Nigella Lawson. Jamie Oliver. Hans Zimmerman. I heart Nigella Lawson. She's so tasty herself that sometimes I just ignore the food xD. Anthony and Hans are more famous with their travel/food shows and god, putting aside the weird food, I envy them. Like, if I can, I want to be like them when I grow up.

I'm not a fan of Hell's Kitchen. Its just ... it takes the focus out of food. Its more about torturing those poor unfortunate souls *says it like Ursula* but Iron Chef, I like I like.

Having a preference of foreign food because the shows just make such odd(sometimes) food look so tempting, I can't help to love watching the travel shows that comes to Malaysia. Its fun seeing local, every day food from their perspective. And at least if I get a craving from them, I know I can just go out and buy them, true?

OMG,there's an AFC studio that we can go to and join cooking classes. *will go to the website soon*

Oooh, there's Man vs Food coming up. That is one show that makes me want to pig out at times and weighing scales can be damned in the hottest of ovens.*shivers*

Talking about ovens, I'm baking choc chip cookies tonight. I got that recipe from Mamon aka my other bestie who I so dearly miss *sighs* Gossiping session will come soon my dear.

24 mins to go. I'll be going downstairs to get the drinks ready and all in about 6 more mins.

And I'm really sure that I want to marry a chef. Like Jamie Oliver or whatever. He has to specialised in chocolate based dessert. *makes a wish*

Peace out people. I think I'll write while I bake today xD.

Teach Me to Hate

And I'll teach you how to forgive.

Filling Up My Empty Days

Finally submitted my application for my degree after hmm-ing and err-ing over the 4 choice of courses. I had to take my diploma and not wanting to add unneccesary additional semesters into consideration. Since I'm in my final semester aka internship of my Diploma in Actuarial Science I'm only looking into related degree courses *waves goodbye to Culinary and TESL*

So after dragging it on for two weeks, I've finally managed to choose 4 courses, giving Statistics a swift kick *cackles*. Its an evil thing. Trust me.

1. Actuarial Science
2. Mathematics
3. Investment
4. Insurance

Yes, yes, I yawned too reading my choices. I wish there could be like Sexuality Science or something like that in there but no. I'm bound to a life of math geekiness. *laughs to myself* Naw, I'll be fine and I really hope I'll get my first choice.



Yesterday, I was emotional. And it was a smile-through-gritted-teeth award winning worthy emotional kind of day. But after a night, well, I'm just gonna move on. Look at the calendar and wait till its 3 months. 18 more days. Just 18 more days Hanis. *takes a deep breath*


Ok, and that was today's dose of emotional ranting *grins widely*


Last night I listened to some Lifehouse and may I please get a guy who can sing like that? Pretty please. With choc chips on top.


And oh yes, the title came from Saving Jane's Happy . Its a sad song actually. Let's ignore that I listened to it over and over and over yesterday.

Oversharing Never Hurt This Much

I want to go to the bathroom, lock myself in a cubicle before just crying myself until I'm a puddle of self pity on the tiles.

19 more days. And I'm supposed to be free.

Wake up with a happy ass smile and maybe a sunshine bright attitude with perhaps a slight memory loss.

Fuck no. I have more chance to see my brother dancing to a Justin Bieber song than that happening.

The one third rule? I don't believe in it.

I heard of the month per year rule before. If the one third rule doesn't work, like fucking hell the second rule would work.

I've learnt how to be a freaking hypocrite. To smile and act fuckity fuck about it. I've managed to meh things away when people show the faintest trace of pity.

And I've stopped the nightly memory lane strolls.

But fuck fuck fuck.

I think the bathroom visit is needed.

Then it will be time to kill the person who coined the phrase

Its better to love and lost than to never love at all.

Yeah, I said I'm happy for you. And I wished you luck. Thank fuck for texting benefits. You couldn't see the tears I blinked away. Or the pain on my face.

No Elle, You're Having an Affair With Kermit's Brother

Her name is Noelle and she's my bitch bestie for life. She's also the maid of honour *ducks and hides from the other people I promised* for my one-day-it-will-happen wedding as I'am the godmother to her one-day-it-will-happen kids. That is, after promising not to corrupt those innocent minds.

No, we're not childhood besties as we met around a year ago and oh yes, we're online besties who met through a mutual friend for an unmentionable reason *starts laughing to myself before kicking away the reason to a dark dusty corner* And how did we bond? Well, apparently, bitching about a common hated unagreeable female is the perfect icebreaker and could lead to such awesome friendship.



Noelle is a geek. Plain as the day. As obvious as the fact that I'm a bookworm. *ducks and hides again from her* She's one of those study-last-minute-cramming-till-my-eyes-pop-out-but-its-worth-it-cause-I-still-get-fucking-awesome-marks kinda geeks. Yes, I have a habit of wanting to smack those geeks but not this geek. She's a geek that studies Biology, Physics and all the shits I left back in highschool.And she calls me crazy for my math geekiness. You're just jealous of my awesomeness dear friend.


Vain. I call her that so often in a teasing/awe manner because in that aspect she's so totally different than me. My comments on how gorgeous I'am is like a trick I'm applying on myself to make myself believe that I'am gorgeous. Is it working? I have no idea. But my bestie here just loves showing off her hair/outfit of the day on webcam to her boyfriend/friend. And no, I haven't got that wonderful opportunity to watch her. No, Noelle, that wasn't a plea to be asked.


Here's the part where I'll get a bit emotional.


My bestie is amazing, stubborn as a mule, funny, able to read me and loyal as hell. I think if I didn't held her back, a certain person would now be bearing wounds of being castrated by a rusty butter knife. (Yes, I have a morbid fascination in that form of torture. I call it the revenge mode. Totally original. Sure.)

She's the person I can tell anything and know that I won't be judged as I do for her in return. *remembers a certain tidbit Noelle told me before laughing my head off*

Wow, just wow Noelle.

We call each other slut and we mean it as a form of adoration without any sexual innuendoes behind it. Or something like that.

And geek, thank you for being there for me since the exact moment things got bad. I know you know what moment I mean and yes, if I could do it over again, I'll take your advise this time around and spare myself from the months that followed. Thank you for being the one to hold my hand and make the required insults. For giving me updates when I can't get online during the weekdays.

Thank you for reading the letters which I still carry around with me. You're the best for replying to my wild, emotional texts out of the blue. Also for being my optimistic side. And for telling me about the 1/3 of the time rule. 20 more days bestie but I still feel like it happened yesterday.

And I sincerely appreciate you being my shoulder for the past months. I know its hard dealing with a crazy like me. One whose emotions love taking rollercoaster rides. And there's more rides coming.

I love you alligator koala bear.

And girl, you better come to me saying you've shed a tear if not cried your eyes out after reading this.

*leaves a box of tissues*

Just Gonna Stand There

And watch me burn,
That's alright cause I like the way it hurts.

Its stuck in my mind. Playing over and over. I like that song, well only the Rihanna part. Eminem is okay with me but just not for this song. Its an odd combination but it works, true?

Monday morning and in the office again. Tommorow's a public holiday becauce its Malaysia's Independence Day The 53rd actually to be exact. I think I'll blog about it more tommorow on D-day.

My asthma is acting up and I'm trying not to panic because we all know that makes things worse for me. I think it started from the air conditioning in Mama's car. I can't stand sitting at the front without feeling pain in my chest and face and then taking the LRT to work today and so on just builds it up. Thankgod I got my inhaler in my bag with me. I don't think my dad will be pleased to hear me in a panicked state over the phone.

*breathes in*
*breathes out*

I've been having interesting random dreams lately. Last night's was about, well I don't really remember but there were a crime case involving a pirate's boot, a hot guy I'm seeing and french fries. You know what that means? I need to get some fries. And gravy. Or tartar sauce with a wedge of lemon. That means fish and chips.

*hears tummy growl*

Be patient my lovely one. Its still too early for thoughts of tempting food.

Its Monday. Which means Subway's daily special is the Spicy Italian something.

*tummy growls louder*

I told you patience my dear tummy. DON'T THINK OF THE COOKIES.

I got a meeting in about 4 minutes so let's end this post, shall we?

Yesterday's pie? AMAZING.

It was a food orgasm in my mouth.

Talking about that, 4th of September is Chocolate Day. I'll celebrate it fully oh yes sire.

Peace out.

Dry

My throat is dry. And has a sour taste. Which means someone will experience some hard to breath symptoms later tonight =.= Darn it.

Anyway, I thought of making a quick update. I baked tuna mushroom mayo pot pie today for our meal :D With a dash of black pepper in it to take away the mayo's sweetness. Or whatnot.

Slept for a while today and ended up having a super weird/scary dream that had me baking in it, and the appearance of a raving mad killer on the loose. Freaky.

Gotta go now. Time to get ready for the meal. A nice way to divert my attention from such sadness today.

Peace out.

Make My Wish Come True

There's this one Christmas song that I've been loving ever since that lil girl in Love Actually , the movie with the gorgeous Hugh Grant. Yes, I have a weakness for English men/actors. That's why I just go all gooey watching an English movie. The last one was Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging which resulted in me transforming to a giggling, fawning normal teenager who sometimes go "OMG.He's soooo cuteeeeee." and of course "Why can't I have a boyfriend like thattt?". Yes, my roommate at that time decided to stuff her ears with her earphones before turning the volume to loud. Not my fault that the accent is so so so sexy *sighs*

Moving off topic there for a bit. But the song I'm talking about is Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas.

Ignore that its AUGUST.

Ignore that I don't celebrate Christmas.

Ignore that its a love song which doesn't fit in with my current goal of being cynical on love.

*roll eyes*

This is the one all time fave song that makes me shake my bootay and sing-a-long as loud as I can.

Well, not like that. The line above sounds kinda wrong in some way.

Oh whatever.

I won't ask for much this Christmas,

I won't even wish for snow,

Make my wish come true,

Baby all I want for Christmas,

Is you.

Some People Want It All

Got this song playing on my phone so as usual, went to good ol youtube and watched this. First, I want her hair. That braid thingie on one side. Geezh. I'm bad at describing stuffs.

*hums the song, wondering what do I need*

Would You

Be my squeeze?

I wanna squeeze you.

*giggles*

Schedule Check

I got a meeting today and tommorow. All day long....

Well, not all day long. But hours and hours and hours and throw in a second or a dozen. Can you imagine how it would be for someone who finds it hard to keep interest in a conversation?

*imagines herself yawning and bending head down before eventually falling asleep and drooling onto her chest*

God no.

Anyway, I'm looking for interesting topics to blog about. Well, rant or whatever about. Not anything serious like the one in my "Rant'y Mood" or something. *bad memory*

Or anything about love emotions pertaining to intimacy because that will start a post full of curses. Not that I don't curse but you get me.

Man, I'm being picky. Disregard my terms and conditions*took me a while to remember that term* But if you're nice *smiles sweetly* and awesome *smiles even more giving you a toothache* do suggest some fun topics. The definition of fun is up to you.

Just a head's up. Avoid anything science related. Especially Bio. *aches over the C she got 4 years ago*

*is more of a math person anyway since she's doing actuarial science(google it) *

That's not an invite to ask me to rant on what I'm studying about. Trust me. You don't wanna hear it. My brother can tell you. He asked once. And was totally "stopstopstopstop". Maybe it was because Phineas and Ferb was starting.*shrugs*

Argh, I can't stop typing on this one. I'm guilty of dragging out posts. Okay, one last thing.

I decided to write a poem from this sappy post and shall post it on here as a page or something. And oooh, speaking of pages, do check my Letter to Cupid which I warn, is emotional. I think.

Adios.

Those Darn Facebook Friends

I just hate the ones who decide it's fun to send you an invite for every single game/quiz. I think I've blocked few friends and applications from sending me invites. Unless its Cafe World. A girl needs peer help with that game. Talking about that game, I also hate it when you decided to decorate it, spending loads of coins and the buzz rating just go downdowndown. Make me cry -.-

But moving on to my main focus for this semi rant. Do you have friends that ... overshare? Or the ones that make you roll your eyes at their statuses and mutter under your breath that the sun does not revolve around their majestic self? Or maybe wishing that you're close enough with them so you can tell them to get over it and so on?

*checks my facebook list* I got about 2 friends who falls under that. Well, friends that update things often.

Its like a double-edged sword. Sometimes I find them entertaining in my state of boredom, especially when one of them got back together with their boyfriend after a month breaking up. Why was I entertained? I remember reading all her "from-the-heart" posts when they broke it off. From what I gathered, he cheated on her. And now, she's posting questions, asking the procedure to get a marriage license.

.... Fun, right? Even more so when I can read the whole breakup story on her wall, via informing her closest and dearest friends who in return, sometimes overshare stuffs there too.

*refrains herself from telling about the time the same person got over emotional on the matter of Edward and Jacob*

*laughs to myself, looking for that post again*

And of course, the bad side is the urge you get. The omg-just-bloody-get-over-it-the-sun-is-revolving-around-too-many-asses people-already-without-you-giving-a-blow-by-blow-on-how-wonderful-he-was-when-he-visited-you-in-the-hospital reaction. Or something along that line of thought.

Or is it just me?

Peace out alligators.

Rant-y Mood

Hanis, next time, stay away from news articles and blog posts that just reeks of ... How do I put this ... well, *thinks hard and long* Ooookay. I need to explain a bit.

The problem with people today is that they believe in what they're told by the news etc too easily without reading into the matter and thinking with their own head. Its the same all over the world. Here. Or wherever that is not here. Let me give you an example of a case here.

Around early this year or end of last year, a 15 year old kid was shot dead by a policeman. That's the basic one-liner. The papers wrote that the kid was innocent as in he didn't commit a crime and what menial crime he did was running from the cops. And he got shot dead for it. The public went crazy about it. They wanted the policeman to be thrown into jail. They cried for the boy, who was raised single handedly by his mom. The papers had his mom interviewed, crying that her son was a good boy and didn't do anything to make himself be shot. They had pictures of him in the newspaper.

Of course, if you're a sufferer of the earlier mentioned problem, you'll be starting a petition to have that policeman pay for his sins. Let's not forget the comments made by government figures, which fuelled the fire.


Mama was the one interested in the case more at that time because I was nose deep in my studies. Trying to understand the evils of actuarial math, math stats 2 and financial math 2 so if I read anything about it, I'll just go my usual "....."

After a while, the case was dragged on and on and on, a paper or two started to publish the story again, but this time with more details or in my case, not making the kid seemed like an angel or waiting for sainthood. And yes, I laughed at how many details they missed out the first time around. On purpose perhaps?

The incident happened at 2 in the morning of a school night. The kid and his friend(s) took his mom's car, without the mom knowing but his sister knew, and decided to do a joyride. Apparently, this was a normal occasion for them, regardless of the fact that you have to be at least 17 here to have a driver's license. Blame the good-kid-upbringing in me, but I can tick off 3 wrongdoings already.

So this kid and his friend(s) were driving around, not caring that they have school at 7.30am the next day and managed to run into another car. *restraining from sarcasm* So after running into the other car, the kids got out and after some chitchat, they went back into their car and drove off, as in, driving away from the person. Apparently, its said that the accident happened at the neighbourhood of the other guy and some people wanted to beat the kids up. Okay.

So the kids are now driving fast, running from the people chasing them. Yes, there was a mob. And passed by some policemen. Try to imagine what they were seeing. Kids driving a car, driving away from a mob. Its expected for them to jump into the conclusion that those kids might have commited robbery or something. I would have thought so too.

So the police joined in the chase, telling the kids to pull over. They didn't. And bambambam, in the chaos, somehow the kids rammed into something and decided to make a getaway on foot. *is not rolling her eyes* And the kid ended up getting shot.

The picture of the kid? That was from 3 years before. At 12, most kids look innocent. The policeman has few kids, the eldest being 12 or something. And if I'm not mistaken, its either his wife is a teacher or not working.

After all that, another goverment figure came out and said that the public should look deep into what happened before crying foul. Nuff said, true?

Ok, now for my opinion. And yes, I argued with a friend of mine when she was all "Its the police fault. Like, he didn't even ask what's happening and shot the kid,"

In my opinion, its the kid's fault. I'm not saying the police is completely innocent but he was doing his job. Why is it the kid's fault?

1. I'm just saying, would a nice, law abiding innocent kid make it a habit to go joyriding at 2.a.m on school nights?

2. There must be a reason the mob chased them. Kid hits the car, and usually, if you're polite and regretful, people won't want to bash your head in for putting a dent.

3. Police are chasing you. Stop the damn car.

Yeah, flame me sue me shishkebab me.

That kid is no angel/saint. If he were, he won't be out of the house in the first place, true? So stop making the policeman a scapegoat for a kid's blehness.


Do you see what this case has to do with the people of today's problem? Blindly accepting. Now, what started my rant concerns of a quite scandalous issue. The "Ground Zero" mosque. I'm not gonna elaborate but just say the points of my view.

1. Read it properly. Don't tune into just one network or publishing. Its not on Ground Zero.

2. The terrorists were yes, Muslim and Mid-Easterns. Might I suggest the fact that Mid-Easterns are sometimes quite ... enthusiastic ? Which leads to

3. Stop fucking blaming Muslims all over the world. I'm one, and I'm not planning to bomb/blow up/kidnap/kill/preaching how you're going to hell. And I've read about people who claims to reading the Koran thus saying how Muslims all are out to kill infidels. Leading to

4. Don't claim to know-it-all after a short research. This applies to everyone.

5. Come on, choose somewhere else to build the mosque. If it does get build, I can imagine the daily assault. Don't go looking for trouble, savvy?

And that's it. Full stop. I'm not talking about this anymore. Hopefully.

Hanis is a person who thinks we should stop picking on the differences and being over sensitive on the sensitive issues and bloody learn things and try to imagine being in someone's else shoes.