Stereotypes.

I have to admit I'm one of the people who roll their eyes at stereotyping because it gets so lame after a while. Yes, I'm Asian. No, don't even think about asking me that list of questions. Yes, I'm Muslim. Oh please don't start with anything, I get along fine with you being your religion and we all just need to live in peace. And of course, I have my own driving license and I'm studying actuarial science so I'm not missing out on life. You welcome, if I just educated you by informing what is actuarial science. And yes, I don't get abused nor am I married to an older guy due to my family forcing me to.

So I do get that you can't lump a group of people under one huge assumption. And I try to avoid mentally stereotyping someone when I meet them. Of course, there's always the

"She looks like the typical spoiled kid,"

Jock. Nerd. Dumb blonde. Asian geek. Kiasu. You name it.

Some people just look like it. Most people look like a certain stereotype in my opinion. But not all of them fulfill that expectation. I remember knowing this girl once. She looked like a tough chick. She was a daddy's girl.

....

It was a bit odd. But that's what I mean about defying stereotypes!

This all leads to how sometimes, I meet someone who does fulfill the stereotype and forgive me, for laughing hard in the privacy of my mind or room. There's just something about it that tickles me pink.


People are people. True?

Peace out.

Agatha Christie and Jayden Woods, Love You.

In between my interning work and my attempt at another story, I'm reading ebooks. My dad pushed me into ebooks since according to him, I can't buy every book I want to read. He said the same thing when he told me to just go borrow a book from a library.

"But then I have to give it back,"

"That's the purpose of a library,"

"But I want the book as mine ... If I can only borrow it, its less special,"

Mind you, I said this in response to his idea of waiting for the HP books to be stocked in the library instead of him buying them for me. I do read library books. Once in a while. I also borrow friends' books. And I don't feel sad in giving them back to their rightful owner. Well, some books I just want to keep and write my name all over the front of it.

HANIS. Hanis. HaNiS.hanis.hAnIs.

You get what I mean right?I like the third one by the way.

The problem with ebooks is that not all books are available, either for free downloading or for us to download at all. Most of the time, its the more ... aged books that are available. Or independent books and so. But I joined a site about two weeks ago because I wanted to read Jules Verne's Journey to the Center of the Earth.

Did I found it? Yes. Downloaded it? Yes. Read it? Until page 12. =.= Its different that a book that I can curl up with in bed and hold in my hands.

But yesterday, in a fit of boredom, I downloaded two Agatha Christie books. The Mysterious Affair at the Styles and The Secret Adversary. And I got hooked. Like, seriously hooked. Never mind that about two months ago, I read all the Wiki pages on all her books. I wanted more. More I tell you.

I know you're waiting for the bad news.

That's the only two available. I googled, searched and so on. Nope. Nothing. Does anyone know where I can download other Agatha Christie books for free? I'll give my godchild to you. Noelle, I love you with all my rainbow coloured heart.*bats eyelashes at Noelle*

Then I remembered from like, 5 years ago at my highschool's library there's a whole section full of her books. And I remembered turning my nose up at them.Bah humbug. Mysteries are boring. I weep now. I weep so badly. But since I have a 13 year old brother in that school now who has a library card.... *cackles* Oh dear brother of mine, I'll buy you a lolly.

Once that is over, I mean, my Agatha Christie dilemma, I browsed sites for interesting ebooks and I came across Jayden Woods who got a page and there were 10 short stories/ebooks available. And out of curiousity, I downloaded the first one. Then another. And another. Until I got all 10 in my cool little folder.

I love all of them. One story was released every Tuesday starting from May and yesterday, 5th October, a book was released on Amazon. I neeeed it. I have to buyyyy it. I'm on book 4 of the short stories. And I'm loving every word.

If you're interested in downloading those ebooks, do click here.

So that's my adventure in ebooks so far. Any suggestions of books or sites will be appreciated.

*leaves candies and cookies and brownies*

Peace Out.

I'll Give Up My Godchild

So yesterday while browsing Yahoo articles I saw one with a video of J.K.Rowling thus got a slight bit interested. My guess was that it must be about the upcoming Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows movie but NO. I saw the title and I swore I got a mini orgasm right there.

"J.K. Rowling might write 8th, 9th or even 10th Harry Potter book"

*hear some muffled complains on 7 being enough*

*kicks those away*

Never mind that I hated the famous '19 years later' epilogue and only read it during my first time reading it before closing the book in disgust. Harry and Ginny. EWWW. Yuck. Sorry, I'm a Harry-Hermione fan. I'm a Harmony shipper ^^

Yes, I've reread the book about 4 times, the least amount of rereads for a HP book since I gag at Hermione and Ron. And yes, I do read HP fanfics still, once in a while with hopes of a Harry Hermione ending. My brother calls me delusional but pffft.


Going back to the topic, I got so excited at even the thought of there MIGHT be more HP books. Imagine how I'll be if suddenly it comes out that it is confirmed that she will write more books.

*imagines excited screams, eye rolling from the brother, a groan from the dad at the thought of buying the rest for me*

Yes, all of my HP books were bought by my dad because most of them, well the last 4 came out near my birthday (25th July) so I totally put on a

"Please please please. I won't ask anything else for my birthday. Like ever. Well, until the next book comes out"

I usually get the book by suprise because usually my parents would be all

"Can't we wait till it get cheaper?"

"That would be 6 months away,"

"Not that long"

"Everyone would have read the book then,"

"Not everyone Hanis,"

"Fine, everyone that loves Harry Potter would have read,"

"...."

And I'll get the book on either my birthday or the day it comes out. *proud of myself*

A running joke is how long it takes me to finish reading the book the first time around. Less than a day.

So here's to the possibility of more HP books for me to read.

Idea. She should write books on the parents. Pre-HP era. Like that 500-word or something story she wrote for that auction. I love that snippet though .

Peace out.

My Lullaby.

Since I more often than not go to bed with my earphones on, I tend to play one or two songs over and over and over. And then I'll fall asleep and when I wake up few hours later, the song will still be playing and I'll close my music player before going back to slumberland.

Currently I got two lullabies. And I just love both of them that the words are in my head already.

*hums*

Someone said you had your tattoo removed
I saw you downtown singing the blues
Time to face the music
I'm no longer your muse

This is the recent one and oooh, concerning Miss Katy Perry, one must notice her latest scandal aka the Sesame Street clip and it being banned. My thought on it? Well, she could have had that mesh part of her dress be another colour but I think its more of the production fault instead of hers. They approved it and all. And its not that sexy compare to some of the things.

And my second lullaby.

You left me speechless

Yes, this one just leaves me speechless.

Peace out. Bedtime for me.

I Need One of Those Warning Signs

Or get a custom made one to wear on a necklace or maybe a BIG one with a pole of its own.

Maybe one to hang on my door.

Or like a calendar, just set it down there for all to see.


Bad Mood
Come forth with Hugh Jackman offerings of dark chocolate.

Do not approach with stupidity.

She snaps.

Itchy Itchy Fingers

*slips in earphones, taps taps on my phone, choosing one song to be played again and again*

There's just too much that time cannot erase

My fingers are itching. They're always hovering over the keyboard, waiting for my mind to give a command. Or for my mind to come up with a plot. Idea. Inspiration. Anything.

And duh, I'm posting nearly every weekday. But I need a story to write. My creative juice is all dried up ever since the bigkabaamiwishicancastrateyou event. I've tried. I managed few paragraphs and either I get a mental block.

*imagines a wall*

Or I just go meh and think its not worth it. No potential. Bah. I got a folder on my lappie full of stories that fall under those two.

*sighs and turns on the volume*

You cry and I wipe away all of your tears,
You scream and I fight all of your fears,
I held your hand through all of these years.



Inspiration time baby. *listens to song over and over*

I Want to Dance Everytime I Sing to This

Or The Duck Gets It

I googled dark chocolate with mint.

Too many tempting pics came up.

Buy me some or say bye bye to the duck.

*holds up a non-existent duck*

Stupid Anger Releasing Post That Might Get Deleted When I'm Calm.

I'm in a bad mood. Ugly one.

When I get into one, I prefer to hole myself up in my room and give the middle finger to everyone. Seriously, its like being a bear who's hibernating during the winter. Everyone who watches cartoons know that when you disturb said bear, the bear will roar and be very grumpy and will definitely bite your head off in the next minute unless you run away realllly realllly fast.

But in my case, I won't bite your head off. I'll give you reasons to want to wash my mouth with soap. Or bitch slap me. I don't fucking care who you are. I'll be telling you to do unspeakable things with unspeakable objects. That is when I lose control of my willpower to just keep quiet.

*deep breaths*

I'm being quiet. I'm holed up in my room. I got a nice "Stay away" with a busy sign as my yahoo status. I want to fucking hurt someone. I want to fucking throw something against the wall. GAH.

Reason of my menopausal mood? I have no idea. Which is bad. Since it cuts down my reason to rant about it and let the steam off. I'm just typing away on here while cursing that its Monday tommorow and how the weekend was a big waste of time. And how there is nothing decent to eat in the kitchen. And how I'm such a *shuts up*

*deep breaths* See? I can pick faults in anything. Even in everyday mini problems that never bothered me before.

Fuck this.

*screams into my pillow*

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ARGH.


I'm going to make sure my clothes for tommorow is ready before going to sleep.

Pink, Crooked, Tears

I had a dream

Where you were in black,

A starched cravat tied simply,

Pink carnation in hand and a crooked tilt on those lips,

They formed around the letters of my name,

Warm breath against my cheek,

Sweet oh so tempting scent lingering,

Long and strong, your fingers slide between mine,

Secrets whispered up a trail to my ear,

Deep teasing,

Your laughter were at my blush,

Shivers running in our spines,

You press patience into my hand,

Smile at the sun,

Words of parting,

Sweet sorrow hope longing sadness,

I woke up,

Pink carnation in hand,

Crooked smile on lips,

Tears in eyes.

I Think I Got a Defense Mechanism

It starts with No 3. The reason I went through 3 months of self appreciation and love and holding myself back from humping jumping a guy and it was hard. Boy, I've always been a person who get crushes and the familiar excitement.

*Has a flashback to my highschool days*

I was craazzzzzzzzyyyy. I swear. My hormones has since then stop raging like a maniac. But not fully so. I'm talking like I hate the crushes but nooo, it makes me who I'am.

I'm not boy-crazy. Or men-crazy xD but still I enjoy an eye candy or mental candy and if I find one who's both? I'll get weak in the knees.

So refering to my title, it seems that if I'm talking to a guy who in any way gives me a omgthisisjustlikeno3 feeling my mechanism acts up and I just stop whatever's happening. No way in hell am I letting history repeats itself despite being an ultra strong personality that self heals.

But of course, there's exceptions, true?

Cue.

But darling, you are the only exception.

I just love that song.

And yes, my defense mechanism was aching to get active so I can just kick him away. But bestie Noelle, remember her? My bitch geek yesterday, in a total soap opera worthy moment, found out that we know the same guy.

"Is he sane?"

"He's not like No.2"

"Is he like ... No.3 ?"

"He's way better *mumbles insults about No.3* "

And that's not the whole convo but believe me I was excited. So fingers crossed on this crush?

*cross fingers*

Peace Out.

16 More Minutes and I'm Outta Here

Been a while since I last did a countdown post, true? Today I've been busy with work and its quite fun.

*did some work*

11 more minutes.

Its Thursday already and Saturday, the bro will get his braces on.

*winces, remembering the day I got braces on*

I feel sorry for him, knowing his pain tolerance level.

*mutters to self* lowwwww

Anyway, 9 more mins.

I better start packing.

*is enjoying listening to Hotel California by Eagles*

8 minutes.

Derek Walcott Taught Me a Lesson

Give back your heart to itself,

To the stranger who has loved you all your life,

Whom you ignored for another,

Who knows you by heart.

Full version

I Feel Like a Big Sister

"How do you study for History?"

I was having fun cooking on Cafe World when the lil bro came in with a "I'm gonna die" look I know so well. Its the look you get when you see the future of failing your exams. Being the older sister, I tried to set an example.

"Its so easy. Just freaking memorise the book,"

Pained look intensifies.

"The whole book? But I got 8 subjects,"

"Not the text book! The reference book. You got one for every subject right?"

A shrug.

A groan.

"Go to your bookcase and look for them, now,"

Shuffles off.

And I resumed my Cafe World, assuming by guiding him to the books, he'll see the way to study and get shit loads of A's.

"I got them. Then?"

......

He's smart. I admit that. But once you get to secondary school, its so different. And you obviously need to sit down and memorize stuffs. Which was easy for me because my brain absorbs the info and once I sit down for the paper, it comes out nicely and by the time I pass it up, allll of the knowledge is gone from my brain.

Staring at my brother, I decided the boy needed some ... scaring so he won't think the finals will be as easy as the last 6 years. I know, evil of me. But its for his own good.

"You're so dead,"

"Nuh uh,"

"Oh yes you are. You know what happens if you don't get a shitload of A's?"

"What?"

"Mama will be mad and won't let you upgrade your PSP. And that's not all,"

"No?"

"Dad will be mad and you can say bye bye to your computer. And using the internet."

"But but.."

"You're doomed if you don't start studying now,"


And that's how I ended up writing down a study schedule to my brother and telling him to check with me every night on his progress.

Wow. For the first time I feel like a big sister.

You Got Me at The Book is Way Better Than the Movie

Not hello. Its a bit ... well, odd for me. The concept of love at first sight. Everytime I hear that phrase, my mind goes to imagine mode and cue :

Boy walks into a crowded room.

Girl gets the urge to look away from her gossiping circle at the far end of said room.

They lock eyes. Fall in love. Happily ever after.

Lack of details? Okay, he has pretty blue eyes and like, dark bangs or one of those cute emo hairstyles. And her hair will be up in a long ponytail. Freckles across her nose.


Its really unbelievable for me. If its lust at first sight, true. That happens all the time. Heck it happened to me the first time I saw him and it was a series of me naming the new Mr Hanis. *roll eyes*


*tries to remember the purpose of this post*

*looks at title*

Ahhhh, I was remembering a chat I had with an online friend about two weeks ago about a book I planned to buy.

The Time Traveler's Wife.

Yeah, I usually avoid books that are made into movies after the movie came out. Not even watching the movie. What? Its one of my weird oddity. But come on, most movies are crappy. I think its because the directors lack the insight into the book. You want to make a freaking good movie, go freaking read and love the book. Don't analyze it.

If you love the book, your mind will have a whole world in it for the book. Trust me. I got Harry Potter and friends walking around in my mind.

*stops rambling*

So back to my desire to buy the book after reading a post on how good it is and shitty the movie was.

Hanis: I'm thinking of buying a book.

Him: Which one?

Hanis: The Time Traveler's Wife

Him: That's a great book. The movie was shitty.

*falls in love immediately*

HELL NO. Just a crush. Maybe.

An Act of Love That Brings Tears to My Eyes

*is listening to Mariah Carey's Through The Rain*

*is reading Wikipedia on Marilyn Monroe*

Joe DiMaggio, Marilyn's ex hubby apaprently commited an act of love so powerful (to me) that I'm blinking away tears.

After her death, he claimed her body and arranged the funeral. Which is not the act I'm talking about.

For 20 years, he had half-dozen red roses delivered to her crypt three times a week.

Yes, its not the most powerful act but it just brings tears to my eyes.

Will anyone remember and mourn me after I die? Let alone put roses on my grave. Or even look at the stars and think of me.

Oh Yes, Today's the Day I've Been Waiting For

Its the 21st September 2010.

No, its not the day Hugh Jackman's gonna propose to me.

Or the day Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore approaches me ;)

Or the day I get marry.

Or the day a certain guy realises that we're meant to be as it is said in the stars.

Fine. I'll stop rambling.

Its the 3 months mark.

So now I'll just head out and fall head over heels for a guy and rush into another doomed relationship.

Okay, I won't do that.

I'll just wait for Christian Bale to come by.

But the important question is how do I feel?

*pokes and probes my feelings*

Its still the same with less intensity in the sadness section. So is the anger section. Acceptance is more prominent. Maturity has boosted up about 4 points. Not that it influences my "I hope you'll end up lonely and old" thoughts.

But still, I'm not gonna chuck out my castration manuals.

You Got Brown Eyes Like No One Else

So, today I listened to Bad Romance so many times over and over and over and over. I thought of writing a post based on it. Like, using some of the lyrics and being random. You know, being Hanis. And then I saw a post from a blog I follow about Lady Gaga performing Speechless and yes, I 've only heard it twice but I love it

I'm not one of those avid little monsters of hers. But her songs are different though I don't listen to each one over and over and over.*stops rambling*

Rambling is one of my talents. I also have this way of connecting things through so many things before coming to a conclusion. Or its just plainly I love talking. When I was younger, this often happened :

Dad: Did you get the money for school today from Mama?

Me: Well, Mama didn't have time to make lunch today because she had to take the bro to the clinic because he has a fever so by the time she got back it was already 12 so-

Dad:Hanis.

Me: Yes. But I got extra because of the no lunch thingie because-

Happened often.

What was I talking about? Oh yes, Speechless. So I now got it playing from youtube and then decided to listen to another great song from her, Again Again.

*sighs happily*

Its a nice song and it reminds me of two guys at one without any reason and- ... Okay, and I also like the meaning of this song ;)

Yes, one my weaknesses.

Enjoy. And the topic? My fave line from the whole song.

I Would Post the Video But Its Too Scandalous

And who knows, my mom might stumble onto this blog... Okay, my dad.... Or my brother... Okay, okay, one of my cousins. Fine. Geez.

Anyway, I was bored and on Google so that could only mean Time to Google Random Shits.

*cackles to myself in a corner*

So it went on, usually of random people from school or ex-crushes or something I read about. But of course, my fave topic? Me. Or anything to do with me.

I already got bored of googling my name and nickname so I decided to google the title of my blog.

*points upwards* Yes, scroll up to the maximum.

Did my blog came up? Nope.

But a song by Elektra (or is it Electra?) came up.

*clicked on the youtube link*

*watched*

*got mind blown*

I'am now addicted to this song.

Like, how-I-was-listening-to-Goo-Goo-Dolls'-I'll-be-again-and-again-till-my-housemates-memorised-it addicted.

Yes, I'm that terrible.

But just a head's up, the video is ... pretty entertaining as in the adult entertainment.

Or as a male friend said after viewing my current obsession

"I can't believe its on youtube!"

Curious?

Step 1: Open new tab because you still need to view the rest of my instructions, true?

Step 2: Type www.youtube.com in that bar thingie up there.

Step 3: Type I Don't Do Boys in the search thingie.

Step 4: Find one by Elektra/Elektra.

Step 5: Click.

Step 6: Let it buffer till the end.

Step 7: Watch and wonder what the hell am I raving about until the first minute has passed.

Warning: If you're totally underage, don't put the blame on me if the video is deemed too adult-ish for your afe. And, if you're against people swinging the other way, do stop watching. Like, seriously.

Step 8: Get mind blown. Or hot and bothered. Or perhaps turned on. As it all did happened to me.

I don't do boys,
Just do girls,
Just do girls with style and class.

I'll Wake Up With a Wonderful Outlook. As If.

19th September 2010.

Two more days before the big 3 months mark.

"A third of the relationship's length is a nice time to grieve and love yourself before embarking on a new one"

Well, that's not bestie's exact words but you get the gist.

So after intense calculation, I'm supposed to be all good on the morning of the 21st September.

Hah.

I don't think so.

*reads up castration guidebooks*