Adventures in QueueLand - First Leg of the Journey.

So you're in a queue that's moving slowly. If you're a decent person, you'll try to make your turn go as smooth and quickly as you can, true? But sadly most people aren't decent. Its a wonder I haven't seen many queue rage going on. I wish some will happen. Here's some cases that happened to me that made me just roll my eyes right behind them, stiffling insults while exchanging looks with the cashier.


This happened at a 7-11 at going home time, 5.30-ish. One cashier, a long line of about 7 people with me being the 2nd person in line. This lady in front of me for some unknown reason made the cashier scanned her items a second time around. There were about 8 items. Fine.

She then decided to question the price of one of those item. Cashier went and checked and yes, its the correct price (HAH) so her price came to about RM 7.70 or something. She paid with a tenner and among her change were four 5 cent coins. You see the situation?

She then started to go "I don't want these 5 cents. I won't even use them. Give me two 10 cent coins." Like, hello? As far as I know, most fast food places or basically any where with 10% tax would be glad to get a 5 cent coin for that RM 32.85 bill.

The register was out of those damnable 10 cents so the cashier was looking for one of those plastic bags full of coins under the counter. Behind me people were getting agitated. I was tapping my foot. Sigh. Tap. Sigh.

Lady was still being a bitch so I opened my purse and pulled out a 20 cent coin, placed it on the counter and held out my hand for those 5 cent coins. I love me some small change. And ffs, the lady had a "Oh my gosh, I'm insulted" look on her face.

Well, I did had a "Move on bittch. I'm in a hurry here and so is the rest of village" look on my face. Lady went off in a huffy fit. Pffft. And of course, I paid for my drink with exact change.

Peace Out.

I Hate Those TMI Friends on My List.

Today, I spent most of my time reading a wonderful wonderful blog known as STFU, Parents. I laughed myself, shook my head in disbelief and so on. Some made me think "Woah, seriously people?" and of course some made me want to tell them to just shut the fuck up.

I don't have problems with parents. Or lil kids. Hell, I want 4 of my own one day. But I do have problems with oversharing on Facebook or any other social networks. Its okay to TMI once in a while but do you have to give a blow by blow about your recent fight with the bf(who doesn't have a FB account btw)? Before tearfully declare that you're not going to go into another relationship for like a year? And that you learnt your lesson. Let's not forget how few months later you're back with the cheating asshole and is telling everyone how happy you are.

.......

Another thing is that Four Cube or whatever that is? Its the application that like, tell people you've checked in at so-and-so destination. I have a friend on my list who does that. He updates every damn movement.

"Has arrived at home in so-and-so,"

"Has checked into so-and-so restaurant,"

Add with his twitter updates that he somehow connects to Facebook and I'm so tempted to say

"Dang, do you think you're some kind of celebrity or are you setting yourself as an easy target?"

......

One word of advice to the people who overshare on any social network, shut the fuck up. Another advice? Go get a freaking blog and write down there. Blogs are okay for all your TMIs. You can indulge in your "I'm such a celeb" feeling there too.

And some might wonder why don't I just block those people?

And let go of a chance to laugh at people and their actions? Please. To those friends, do know that only a handful indulge you and your habits for the sole reason that they too are like that. The rest of us? We either had blocked your updates or are laughing at you. Its a comforting thought knowing that out there, there's someone more pathetic than us.

Get a blog. Whore out the link. Its free. And just shut the fuck up or you'll get a bitchy comment from someone.

Peace Out.

Lunch Break.

Last night's scaryhorrorghost movie was scary. Like, I screamed-face-in-pillow scary. Even though I only watched it for 10 minutes in bits and pieces. I was having too much fun skyping with a friend to go and scare myself over a scary looking old lady. Yes, she's scary looking and when *shudders* 10 minutes and I'm scarred.

*listens to Destiny's Child's Girl*

I'm your girl,
You're my girl,
We're your girls,
Don't you know that we love you.


Lunch was tasty-licious. There's this Chinese food stall selling halal food and its chinese dishes and I do love their cooking. Its better than the curries and .... other dishes that are popular in Malay food stalls. And its not that expensive. Pretty cheap if you ask me. Guess who'll be having lunch from that same place every day now?

Anyway, ... god, I don't remember my main purpose of this post =.= Wow, Hanis, there's that fine memory going again. I blame my Nescafe Ice, Christina Aguilera's Hurt and my new book as the source of distraction. But once I remember what I want to blog about, I'll tell you guys.

Peace Out.

Marky Mark Loves Me.

I bought a book. That turned out to be the 7th of a series. I blooooody hate it when that happens. Its like FFS. I just hope its one of those "You can still get the story even if you didn't read the previous ones" series.

Blame the pretty cover and thick book. I was hooked. And what made it worse, after buying the book, I walked into a bazaar on the upper floors and saw second hand books on sale. I was very very sad. Before determining to save money and buy some next weekend. WOOOHOOO.

Other than that, the delicious Marky Mark was very fun in the movie.


"I'm a peacock, you gotta let me fly,"

My Date With Marky Mark.

Remember how I wanted to buy these stuffs? Well, yesterday, yours truly managed to ruin her brand, well, over a month new earphones. T.T And I need my music.




And today I'm going off to watch Marky Mark's latest movie *is very very excited* Here's a pic to ogle him.

I know, I'm in love with him all over again. And I have my brother to thank for this wonderful future movie viewing. This convo took place on Friday night.

"Let's go watch Wall Street lil bro of mine"

"Awww, I wanna watch The Other Guys,"

"Who's in it?"

"Will Ferrell,"

"Pffttttt,"

"And Mark Wahlberg,"

"Let me go book two tickets in advance for Sunday,"

So Marky Mark, wait for me *sighs happily*

As a side note, I'll be buying a book and a new pair of sunnies. Wooohoooo. And maybe new earphones. Cardigan shall be bought in a shopping trip with the parents.

Peace Out.

I Don't Do ScaryHorrorGhost Movies.

Last night, I was planning to shower around 10. Two minutes later, I was sitting on the sofa, face half buried in the pillow as Mama, the bro and me watched a scaryhorroghost movie. The one in particular is known as The Haunting in Connecticut. Yes, I had to check how to spell Connecticut.

Yes, I watched a scaryhorrorghost movie.

Hanis don't really do that.

Well, I don't watch any scaryhorrorghost Malay movies. I can watch some Thai ones, Korean, Japanese and definitely English. But not Malay or Indonesian ones. And I happen to think the reason behind my seemly odd ... choise is logical.

You see, the ghosts in Malay/Indonesian movies talk in Malay. And the probability of the real ghosts here talking in Malay or even Thai is bigger than them sprouting out words in English.

....

Okay, I know there are some flaws in there but it helps me. I'm utterly scared of Malay scaryhorrorghost movies. And haven't watched one in ages. I just la-di-da myself in my room with earphones on, volume up whenever Mama decides to watch some scary ones.


So moving back to the last night movie, I screamed like, twice. And Mama was confused if its me or the bro.

Mama :Who screamed?

Bro: Hanis

Hanis: I'm the only one whose eyes are not covered by a pillow or hands


My brother has the best method. Everytime the movie gets into a dodgy moment, the pillow will be covering his face. Pffft. I remember watching The Omen with two friends who insisted it to be one of the best movie of the summer.

Note, I didn't know what movie we'll be watching until we were at the ticket counter due to my mind being preoccupied by a cute guy in front of me.

Friend: Three for The Omen

Hanis: The whattt?

Ticker Seller: The Omen it is.

And I was dragged to the poster and saw the evil kid. Helllll no. But I enjoyed it, especially the photographer dude who is also Remus Lupin in the HP series so it was nice. *has a love for the older men in the HP series*

I was the one sitting in the middle. My two friends? Were the ones hiding their faces in my shoulders. I know. Woe me.

The Orphan was okay. I watched it on my friend's laptop and totally cheered on the mother when she bitched slap the little girl scary creepy woman and kicked her straight on the face at the pond.


So the reason that made me wrote this post is the cute guy in last night movie. In my opinion, he has a resemblance to Tom Felton aka Draco Malfoy. Not a striking one but still.

Take a look.

And another. This one reminds me of that Harry guy in the Spiderman movies. God, what's his name? I'm tooo lazy to google. But he's a cutie.

So I'll go and watch more scaryhorrorghost movies when there's cute guys in it.

Peace Out.

I Need a New Book. Or a Cardigan.

I realised I have some money left from the festivities and being Hanis, it means a trip to the bookstore. *hears music playing celebrating my arrival*

So I started thinking of what book should I buy. Here's a list of my recent purchases in the land of books.

1. The Time Traveller's Wife

2. The Fourth Estate

3. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo


And I'm thinking of buying the second book of the Millenium trilogy. The Girl Who Played with Fire, I think. Its either that or The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest. But then I'll remember my Black Dagger Brotherhood series and how I still haven't read Vishous' and John Matthew's story.

*ask for donations to buy those books*

;)

But anyway, I found myself googling long purple cardigan during lunch break and omg *falls in love* I'm not a clothes person and hell I don't even know if I'll look good in the cardigan. So many choices. Here's some of them :

I like the neckline of it

My friend has a black one of this and I love it

*stops posting more link*


Maybe a shopping trip with Mama would help ...

*plots*

Definitely, she loves it when her daughter shows interest in shopping.

Muahahaha.

Some Wisdom In The Morning.

Good morning. Its Friday, finally. And its the 15th of October 2010. Quite a significant date for me actually.

My bitch bestie is celebrating her 8th month anni with her wonderful boyfriend.Love you with my rainbow coloured heart.Thus your child is mine to give away for favours.

Other than that, today is a day for me to celebrate my freedom and right to not be 115lbs. Its a long painful story but it has to do with No.3 or theguyIstillwishtocastrate. *takes a deep breath*

So today's post will be a short one with a nice message from Hanis. Which I'm not sure if I've posted it on here before or not.

You don't have to adjust yourself to fit into someone's definition of beauty. Its their definition that has to adjust so it fits you.

Or in a more straight to the point away

I'm gorgeous. If you can't see that, you're blind.


Peace out people. Hugh Jackman wants to tell me how utterly pretty I'am.

Box of Letters- Letter No.1

What can I say? Enjoy. Peace out.




If I can be honest, right now is the moment, right? I'm staring at the box, scared to open it. Yet I'm curious. I'm curious to read the words you wrote years ago. They must be that important for you to state in your will where the box should go. Eyeing the blue stars on
them, I finally made up my mind.


Pulling the box closer, I gave it a shake and heard tumbling about. Shake again. More tumblings about. Even more curious, I slid off the top and looked inside to see scrolls in a neat row. Each was tied up by a piece of blue ribbon. The shade of blue was familiar. Very familiar. I picked up the scroll that had the number 1 written on the edge and brought it closer to my eyes.


"I'll never use it."


"Its just a roll of ribbon,"


"Its the exact colour of your eyes."


A wave of sadness washed over me at that piece of memory. You always had an obsession over my eyes. The perfect shade of blue you once whispered into my ear in our first week together. If I'm not mistaken you finally found the ribbon in our 3rd month in. You had practically danced into the room and gave me one of those sweet kisses that searched my soul before dangling the ribbon in front of my eyes.


"Perfect match. I knew it,"


Wow. The wave came again and left a prickling in my eyes. Letting out a deep sigh, I tugged on one end of the ribbon and it felt apart, dangling from my fingers as I unrolled the scroll. I saw your handwriting in black ink and felt a shiver running down my back. Black. You always wrote in blue. Always a blue pen with a super fine tip. Never black.


"Black is too depressing for me,"


I have laughed at your reasoning before distracting you from your paper and blue pen. I ran a hand down the first letter and noted that there were no date on the top right corner. The sight of your half cursive, hard to read handwriting reminded me of the little notes you left all over the place for me to find. With a final look around the room, as if looking for your presence, I started reading the first letter.


J,


I love you. Fuck, I still love you after the past 2 months of being a miserable shadow lurking in the corner nearby. But this will be the end of it. I swear. I saw you earlier at the party with that pretty colleague of yours. Cue your accusation that I'm stalking you. As if. Anymore.


I hate you. I can see you're trying to be the good guy in front of our friends by seeking me out and asking me how am I. Acting as if you're concern with your eyes flashing over my shoulders every 48 seconds to look at that colleague. I''ll be eternally proud of my polite manners and the sweet smile I bestowed onto you as a parting when you got dragged away.


I know you watched me at the bar with one of your frat buddies, drinking myself silly while laughing at some joke. I know you saw me dancing on the floor with another guy from work, displaying an abandon you never saw in me before. And I definitely know that you saw me leaving with my dancing partner, giggling over some shit while I put on my coat. You were waiting for your date to say her goodbyes when a mutual friend asked me about my recent hospital stay.


I saw you frowning with that look on your face when I told them it was for a fall down the stairs. My silly heart told me perhaps you still care but I was too drunk and the she-slut, I mean colleague of yours were approaching so I merely grabbed my colleague and flashed you a bitter smile.


Don't worry yourself thinking I'm trying too hard to get over you. I'm moving on and moving away next week. I got that job offer halfway around the world where there won't be anyone with eyes like yours. Peace of mind guaranteed. My body's buzzing, my guy is sleeping in the bed and my blood is relishing the alcohol after 4 months of liquor celibacy. Goodnight and I hope she doesn't turn out to be a bottled redhead fake boobs harpy. Wait, she already is. Enjoy.

S.


P/S: You weren't all that, baby.




Deep breaths. Deep deep breaths. I remembered the bitter smile. And the drinking followed by dancing. You're right, I wondered why were you acting that way before I got distracted. I remembered how a slight flash of worried came to me when I heard about the hospital stay.


I was relieved when you moved away. But sometimes, in the dark of the night I'll get a nagging feeling that somehow, both of us had lucked out.Even after 5 years of breaking it off. Rolling the letter back, I tied the ribbon around it again, staring into the remaining scrolls and wondered if all of them were similiar.

Box of Letters- A New Project.

Due to my desire and obsession, I've now come up with an idea that evolved from a short story to a series. Or chapters one might say. Inspiration came from the obsession and something I did few months ago. But perhaps I should let you read first and tell me your thoughts. Peace out, Hanis.



._._._._.



They said you left me a medium sized box. By they, I mean your husband and brother. The two men showed up at my doorstep yesterday with said box in hand, the sun setting behind them as I wondered if inviting them in would go against any unknown protocols. They accepted by the way, and your husband sat on the very armchair you once favoured so much. The reading chair.


I didn't know who was the man with your brother for the first 5 minutes. All I knew that he looked broken with anguished dark eyes which kept looking at me. Your brother, a mere teen approaching the legal age was like a rock for the 15 minutes that followed those four words.

"She died last month,"


I wanted to cry out my disbelief, that this is merely a joke played on the ex boyfriend. But one look at your husband and I knew it was real. He was silent as I was told of your death. A hit and run. Have they captured the bastard I wondered. I suddenly remembered how careful you were crossing the road. Every single time. Left, right, left. Repeat. Cross. Safety.


"Her will was read last week,"


I saw a glimpse of you in your brother when he looked at me sadly, setting the box on the coffee table.It was a gift box in white with blue stars all over it. A white shoe box with blue stars all over it. I made no move to take it, confusion settling in the fog of shock. Its not every day I get mentioned in an ex girlfriend's will. Someone who I last saw 5 years ago with a bitter smile for me.


You sure know how to make me speechless I thought as I leaned back, eyes sliding from the box to the silent man on the armchair. An odd desire came to me. I wanted to tell him the significance of his seating place. Somehow I thought that one piece of info would give him a second or two worth of calm. But common sense kicked the desire away. Mourning individual shouldn't be told such facts, sense told me piously.


"What's in the box?"


I asked, pulling my gaze away from him to your only sibling. My two visitors exchanged a look before the older one cleared his throat and spoke for the first time.


"Letters she wrote when ... you were together,"


"Oh,"


You told me once you write letters when you're going through something emotional. I suspected I might be the subject of such letters but never gave it much thought. You should have, my heart whispered to me.


20 minutes had passed since I received my visitors and now they're taking their leave, a cloud of sadness surrounding them. At the door he turned to me and once again I was struck by his eyes. Broken. Indeed he is.


"She always wanted you to read them. They were the only thing that saved her back then,"


"Saved her from what?"


My visitors left me with an unanswered question. The sky was already dark when I took a seat on the armchair and stare at the box. Looking around the room, I felt as if you were right there, watching and waiting for me to read the letters. To read words from the past.

Let's Take a Drive

I love driving. I got my license back in February 2007 and I've been driving since February 2008. What happened in the year between? I was too scared to get on the driver's seat. Like, butterflies-in-stomach, sweaty palms, "omg,I rather walk" scared. You probably be thinking how the hell did I get my license? I have no idea. Honest.

Well, I took my lessons around December 2006 after my nerve wracking exam after Mama and her friend submitted their daughters name at one of the local driving schools. I swear the moms were more excited for us to learn driving (I'm pretty sure now it has to do with making us the drivers for our younger siblings) so it was with a heavy heart, I started my lessons with the 6 hours talk on driving.

I sat near the back with my friend, reading a book while she listens. Guess who failed the multiple choice test the week after by 2 questions? Yes, me. My dad thought that was such an embaressment that he drove me over to the testing place the second time around while giving me his own lecture.

"Hanis, its all commmmmon sense. Its that easy. I don't get how you failed the first time around,"

I got 48/50 that day so it was gloat-worthy for a bit.

And perhaps waiting hours to take the test both times made me determined to pass it this time around.

Practical Part

I had a female instructor. Boy, I should have known that would be the start. One thing you must know about me is that I'm a bundle of nerves. I get panicked so easily. Put that kind of person behind the wheel of a manual car. Yes, its that bad. I'm not gonna get into it but it was bad.

My instructor was afraid that I'll fail the practical test. I was 90% sure I'll fail it due to the dreaded hill part. Did I mention my engine will die nearly everytime at a traffic light?

=.=

So on D-day, I had a mantra

If you pass, that's the last you see of manual cars.

And believe it or not, I passed.

I was shocked.

My parents were shocked.


Fast forward to February 2008, my dad got sick of me not using my license, he made me drive around for one hour. He's scary =.= I was crying when I got home. Four months later, I was driving alone.


And now? I just loveee driving. Its a stress relieving activity for me. Unless its traffic. And boy I hate the traffic here. It makes me curse. But I've never honked anyone. I count that as an accomplishment. To end this lengthy post, I'll leave with Mama's fave phrase when I'm going out with the her car.

"Don't drive so fast eh Hanis,"

Peace out.

Words For Someone.

Pick your favourite

Shade of black

You'd best

Prepare a speech

Say something funny

Say something sweet

But don't say

That you loved me.

I'm Still Breathing- Katy Perry

Its The Final Countdown

I swear that song got stuck in my head when I was 15. It was at one of those motivational talks and the person-in-charge who happened to be my tuition teacher had a "Be on time" issue. Not that I have any problems in being on time. But I think the other 99 students had a problem with being in front of the hall on time.

Not that I blame them. The two days talk was held at a country club. And the food, buffet style were tasty. Let's not mention the hot guys in the swiming pool that we can peek on from the balcony in front of the lecture hall. Or the bikini babes.

*smacks myself for a bit*

So my teacher made a rule that he'll play the song everytime after a break/meal to signal that we should start coming in. And whoever is not in their seat when the song ends, is dead. Well, I can't remember what happened to those latecomers because usually I'm person no 8 or so to be in my seat. But the purpose of this memory lane is to tell you everytime I hear the word countdown, I'll be all

"Its the final countdownnnn!!"

Cue the staring and eyebrow raising. But if you know me, you'll just think either I'm overdosing on sugar or I'm lacking sleep. Or I just had two mugs of instant coffee for my late night studying sessions.

Ooooh, talking about late night studying sessions and instant coffee, I remember last semester, around April, I was studying Actuarial Math with a friend. It was 3am and the paper? In 5 hours. And it was my 4th paper out of 5 with the 3rd paper being about 12 hours ago. So yes, I was panicking and Actuarial Math happened to be that semester "omg omg I'm gonna fail this" paper.


Around 3.15 am I was dancing around the hall with my green blanket around me, laughing at little things. My friend got scared and told me to go to sleep. I did with some half-hearted protest.

"If I fail this, I'm gonnna blame youuuu,"

I was asleep in 3 minutes.

Moral of the story? I have no idea. I'm not gonna say never do last minute studying because that will make me a hypocrite. Perhaps I should be more careful and limit my coffee intake while upping my sleeping hours.

*looks at all I've typed*

Finally, the purpose of today's post *grins before taking a sip of my apple vitagen*. In 17 days, it will be my last day of interning. 17 more days to the end of 4 months. 17 days to the end of 16 weeks.

*runs around screaming in joy*

Let's just ignore the report I have to write. And the slideshow I have to make and present. Okay, I'll do the draft for my report.

This post is also the 100th post ^^.

*takes another sip*

Here's to 100 posts and 13 followers.

Peace out.

What I Want in a Guy? I Have No Idea.

Good morning people *smiles widely*

Yes, I know its Monday morning and I'm not sulking under a stormy cloud because its the start of a week. Right now I'm listening to the radio and the topic of the breakfast show is

If you can only choose one quality in a guy, what do you want?

a) Smart
b) Sensitive
c) Charming
d) Confident
e) Funny

I heard women calling in and saying

"I want a guy with a sense of humour,"

"Confident men are the way to go,"

"He has to be smart,"

"I love charming guys,"


And Hanis here is rolling her eyes and pffft-ing at every comment. Cynical Hanis is back. I swear sometimes I feel like I have a personality problem. *thinks about it* Yeap. I'm pfft-ing from experience here.

Smart- I prefer intelligent thank you. For me, smart = book smart and so on. But I know that a smart guy can be damn ignorant. Intelligent is more ... knowledgeable. I know a guy who dropped out of college in his 2nd year and works as a gardener but he's one of the most intelligent guy I've met. He knows the on-goings of the world. He knows more than what's happening in his own country. And he has an opinion on many subjects without being arrogant. What's the use of a guy who might be some "I studied hard for this" job but who's general knowledge is minimal?


Sensitive- I don't have any problem with this. Yet.


Charming- Word of advise, if a guy seems charming and smooth with his words, just think of his experiences in being so. And some charming people are masks wearing individuals. They can be completely different behind you. I would like a slightly shy guy.


Confident- Sometimes confidence can be arrogance. A thin line between them. And sometimes confidence can rub against you the wrong way.


Funny- Well, you just have to have same sense of humour true? Might be suicidal if not.



Do not ask me what I want in a guy. I have no idea anymore. I thought wanted this and it turned out shitty. I thought I wanted that, it backfired on me. All I know is I want an open minded guy. With a taste for travel.


Peace out.

Happy Day of The Year Day

Okay, the title is lame. Crappy some might say. But I was just browsing through some stuffs when I noticed the date.

10.10.10


So I thought of naming the it the day of the year. Like, every year we'll have those kind of days. I remember back in 1999. There was a big event on the 9th of September. It was 9.9.99 and okay, the last of that millenia and century so it was a valid enough reason for tons of couples getting married on that day.

Wow, must have been a love/hate affair for all the wedding planners. All the money and publicity. But all the hard work. And bridezillas.

I for one thing had decided the date of my wedding. Well, the dates to avoid more like it.

1. Definitely not within 2 months of my birthday.

2. Definitely not in the same month as Valentine's Day.


Why? A teacher of mine once told me that her birthday, anniversary and teacher's day is all in May. Her husband only gave her one pressie. I was horrified at that.

Yes, I'm a gift loving whore. And I'm planning on not being cheated out of any of them when I get married. To whoever and whenever that is.


*wishes for Hugh Jackman. Or a hottie.*

I Miss Studying.

My brother is on his computer, some online game on the screen with his history book open in front of him. He's Skyping with some friend of his. And I'm proud to be the sister of a 13 year old who's above average in his studies. *smiles proudly*

But yes, I wish I can study like him. Well, I'm not one of those "I need to be alone and silence to study" kinda person. When I was in highschool, I always had the radio on while studying. Unless I'm in my "I need to fucking memorise this" mode.

That's when I start walking around in my room like a father-to-be with my notes in my hand, muttering to myself. And yes, I talk to myself too.

"Come on Hanis. How did you not remember what you just read?Its okay Hanis. Try again."

It freaked the parents out when they heard that at midnight once.

Going to uni and with my course being 80% calculation subjects, my amazing memorising skill were not needed. But papers were needed. In those 100 sheets packets they sell at the bookstore.

*sometimes think being an actuarial science student makes her kill trees*

So most of the time when I'm studying, well after I've grasped the theory such as annuity and other things that I'm not gonna bore you guys with, I have my earphones on with my songs playing. And must I add that I sometime sing along to them?

And that when I don't get the answer by a few cents I scrunch up the paper before cursing to the deities while questioning my sanity in doing my course again. And that 10 minutes later I'll be scrambling among the paper balls to look for the one ball that had the right equations but wrong values.

I love studying. I'm saying this after 3 months and one week of interning. Watch out for my emotional profanities loaded post a few months from now when I'm in class again.

Peace Out. I'm gonna go watch Race to Witch Mountain, the new version. I remember watching the old one when I was 8. Enchanting.

Time of the Month

I think its been a while since my last depressed/sad/self pity post. But since I suffer from some depressive phase every month or so for the past *counts* 5 years, I can't help it. Not helping is that today I realised that a week from now, it would have been a year.

*allows a moment to wallow in sadness*

*wipes tear*

*flips off the ass*

To quote J.LO

I'm gonna be alright.


Here's a pretty song I've listened to in my phase

50 Things I'll Never Do-Hanis Never Believed This Is Achievable

No. 135 - List 50 things you'll never do.

Damn, this was hard but when I started, it just went on and on and on.

Enjoy.


No 135- List 50 things you'll never do

Darn, this will be hard.

1. I'll never cut my hair for a guy.
2. I'll never tell my mom my fantasies. Ya know what I mean ;)
3. I'll never eat the white part of an Oreo with glee.
4. I'll never wear neon green
5. I'll never be mature when it comes to my ex.
6. I'll never give up the idea of castrating said ex.
7. I'll never hate chocolate.
8. I'll never be without jealousy when it comes to the brother.
9. I'll never cut off bungee jumping from my bucket list.
10. I'll never stop my love for reading.
11. I'll never stop believing I'm Mrs.Draco Malfoy.
12.I'll never support Ron-Hermione.
13. I'll never think Robert Pattison is cute. Or even good looking.
14. I'll never stop wearing deodorant.
15. I'll never believe in love at first sight.
16.I'll never give up on love, even though I say I will.
17. I'll never tell you I love you if I don't.
18. I'll never be one of those chick lits fans.
19. I'll never buy shoes over books.
20. I'll never hate jeans.
21. I'll never give up writing but writer's block is allowed.
22. I'll never stop having a thing for white boys.
23. I'll never have a thing for white chocolate.
24. I'll never like citruses scents.
25. I'll never like yellow.
26. I'll never be a typical Malay girl.
27. I'll never be at peace with my brother.
28. I'll never be at peace watching someone bully my brother.
29. I'll never think Science is the bomb.
30. I'll never be perfectly pitched.
31. I'll never get over my "I don't like strangers being physically close" thingie.
32. I'll never stop being proud of my not natural straight teeth. Thank you orthodontist.
33. I'll never get a thing for movies/dramas that I need to read the subtitles for.
34. I'll never stop checking guys' teeth out.
35. I'll never get over my thing for sharp teeth on guys.
36. I'll never deprive myself of a travelling opportunity.
37. I'll never dance the Chicken dance in public for fun.
38. I'll never like fruits that ends with "erries"
39. I'll never not be a geek in some way.
40. I'll never write poetry in Malay. Trust me.
41. I'll never not name my daughter Alexandria.
42. I'll never be a pro at eating prawns using utensils.
43. I'll never cut off all sugar from my diet without medical purposes.
44. I'll never like the Malay version of a curry- with loads of coconut milk.
45. I'll never get over my "It has scales" fear. Scales refer to those freaky things on the animal's body.
46. I'll never exchange laces for bright colours.
47. I'll never stop having book orgasms.
48. I'll never stop laughing at those self-centered FB friends.
49. I'll never choose jogging over swimming.
50. I'll never go for someone who doesn't think I'm absolutely gorgeous and wonderful, again.

Sunset in a Cup, Sunrise in a Glass.

Create a poem using Emily Dickinson's "Bring me the sunset in a cup" as a starting point.- I got this from No. 103



Bring me the sunset in a cup,
And watch me pour the beauty out,
Colouring my bedsheets,
Violent soft shades spilling everywhere,
Red climbs onto the curtains,
Orange runs along the floor,
As every other shade dances along the walls,
Hums fill the room,
Giggles echoing from the corners.
The air seems to shimmer with nature's magic,
As the sunset orchestra plays from my duvet,
A song of celebratrion,
The passing of another day,
The colours swirl and twist and slides,
All back into my cup,
Tommorow, red whisper,
Get the sunrise, orange suggested,
In a glass, the others chimed,
Oh I will,
Bring me the sunrise in a glass.

Sugar Sugar Baby

If anyone takes a look at my diet, which I mean eating habits or whatever, they'll come to the conclusion that I get my sugar mainly from my drinks. I don't really take dessert, unless its chocolate. So if its not chocolate ice-cream, chocolate cake or anything, no thank you.

Baked goods such as bread? I have a preference for the plain tasting ones. Especially the ones that most will scrunch their noses at and proclaim how tasteless the bread is. And no, I don't butter them up before eating them.

So moving to my drinks, I have to admit that I love soft drinks and chocolate drinks and tea and anything sweet. But not any more!

*is super proud*

Its been about a week since I've started but I'm drinking loads and loads of plain water and about a mug of sugarless chocolate malt drink with a dollop of fresh milk in the morning and at night. And I feel more, well my body feel lighter but I'm still getting tired so easily at night.

Think: Hanis being half dead asleep on the bed at 8pm.

Don't worry, I haven't cut off totally, I still take a bite, or lick. Everytime I see the tub of chocolate ice-cream in the freezer.

Peace out.