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.

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*