And you come away with a great little story
Of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Speech, Where I'm Thanking People.
*taps microphone*
Is this on? *hears static*
*taps again*
Hello?
Oh, its on?
*clears throat*
*unfolds the piece of paper with my speech on it*
I would like to thank my dear friend Mamon, for letting me bunk in her room and bed for about 3 weeks. Without her gracious acceptance of my bed hogging ways, I would have been stuck studying less efficiently at home. I also appreciate the wonderful food you bought me when I was too freaking lazy to buy my own.
I would like to thank my parents for sending me to campus and picking me up, day in and day out. Without mentioning the gas rate or how much money is used for gas alone that particular week. Thank you also for your belief in me when I tell them I would never ever study productively at home.
*wipe tears*
Thank you to Bella for letting me bunk in her room between classes. For letting me come in at 6.40am while every other normal being is still sleeping.
Mokesart, without your "Go STUDY" everytime I come online for more than a certain amount of time during that critical 3 weeks, I would have stayed on and not study my ass off. I really appreciate your blind belief in me when you said I'm smart.
Thank you to various classmates who dealed with my texts out of nowhere, asking them the formula to some random shit. Thank you also for letting me snap at you because you didn't get what I was explaining. My sincere apologies.
Thank you to my lecturers for marking my papers with one eye closed. How else would I have achieved my results? *insert time for crowd's laughter* But seriously, thank you.
*folds the piece of paper*
Thank you for* clears throat *for the encouragement you gave me. I lost out in the end but I gained something else.
Oh yes, the important part, I got on the dean's list for the 2nd time in a row.
*fist pumps*
*blows kisses*
Is this on? *hears static*
*taps again*
Hello?
Oh, its on?
*clears throat*
*unfolds the piece of paper with my speech on it*
I would like to thank my dear friend Mamon, for letting me bunk in her room and bed for about 3 weeks. Without her gracious acceptance of my bed hogging ways, I would have been stuck studying less efficiently at home. I also appreciate the wonderful food you bought me when I was too freaking lazy to buy my own.
I would like to thank my parents for sending me to campus and picking me up, day in and day out. Without mentioning the gas rate or how much money is used for gas alone that particular week. Thank you also for your belief in me when I tell them I would never ever study productively at home.
*wipe tears*
Thank you to Bella for letting me bunk in her room between classes. For letting me come in at 6.40am while every other normal being is still sleeping.
Mokesart, without your "Go STUDY" everytime I come online for more than a certain amount of time during that critical 3 weeks, I would have stayed on and not study my ass off. I really appreciate your blind belief in me when you said I'm smart.
Thank you to various classmates who dealed with my texts out of nowhere, asking them the formula to some random shit. Thank you also for letting me snap at you because you didn't get what I was explaining. My sincere apologies.
Thank you to my lecturers for marking my papers with one eye closed. How else would I have achieved my results? *insert time for crowd's laughter* But seriously, thank you.
*folds the piece of paper*
Oh yes, the important part, I got on the dean's list for the 2nd time in a row.
*blows kisses*
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Writing Prompt: Lie
This is from a prompt that caught my eye. The moment I saw it, this scene came to mind. Do enjoy.
"I thought you were over it."
The emotions dissapeared from her face with a shrug of her shoulders. She slide on the pair of sunglasses dangling from her fingers, effectively hiding herself.
"I lied."
The lone tear sliding down her cheek were proof she was telling the truth this time around.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Baking My Emotions.
Back in highschool, I went through an emotionally torturous month that involved a little adventure in anorexia. I knew I was in deep shit after I cried myself to sleep one night. The next day, I told Mama I feel like making brownies.
I remember adding chocolate chips into those brownies, creating a gooeyness that leaves people craving for more. I did everything myself from preparing the ingredients to cleaning up. By the time I took my first bite, I felt better. I was recovering from my troubles.
Few months later, I baked a chocolate cake during my first ever heart break.
Over the years, if I ever suddenly felt like baking/cooking its because I'm stressed. Sometimes I do it after finishing my finals. Sometimes, its because I'm emotionally fucked.
Last night, I made cookies. The day before, I made chocolate lava cakes. What does that say about my emotional state?
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Session Three.
Things you like and dislike about yourself.
Right now, I can't think one thing I like about myself. I'm so full of self loathing that I can list out things that I just fucking hate about myself.
My name is Hanis and I like that everytime I feellike the scum underneath a plumber's boots at my very very worst , I'm able to get back up and be the person who I was before. It might take time but I'll be back to normal.
My name is Hanis and I dislike that there's something wrong in me. I dislike that I've been very sad for some time now and that I didn't even notice it (thank you studies for distracting me). I dislike how I'm not truely confident. I dislike my insecurity. I dislike that deep down, I'll choose to have beauty in exchange of my brains. The last thing I dislike about myself is liking guys that don't like me back.
Favourite place to shop at.
Bookstore of course. Or one of those drugstores that sell hand creams, facial wash, chocolates and so much more. I swear if I'm not spending money buying books or food, I'm buying lip balm or something.
What is your relationship status?
Is there even a relationship? Haha. I'm single. I just think that guys around me don't know a good deal when they see one.
I don't know if I like anyone at the moment. I did, few weeks back. It didn't even had the chance to see if it would work out or not, so meh. I think I might be over that. Yes, there was the process of getting over something that didn't even start. Heck, we didn't even get to put our shoes on, let alone step onto the starting line.
How I’d spend ten thousand bucks.
Let me confirm first, in what currency? Ok, let's just assume its in the highest one ( I don't even bother in checking which one is it).The first thing I'll do is invest 25% of it, put in 5% in my bank before going shopping. Hahaha.
I'll buy an airplane ticket, update my passport, get a freaking visa after making plans to stay with various friends in the US while trying to survive on their good deeds aka board and food.
If you could choose to stay a certain age forever, what age would it be?
22. I don't know why but 22 seems like a nice age. I know, I might be prettier or even much better when I'm 32 but for now, my answer is 22.
My name is Hanis and I like that everytime I feel
My name is Hanis and I dislike that there's something wrong in me. I dislike that I've been very sad for some time now and that I didn't even notice it (thank you studies for distracting me). I dislike how I'm not truely confident. I dislike my insecurity. I dislike that deep down, I'll choose to have beauty in exchange of my brains. The last thing I dislike about myself is liking guys that don't like me back.
Favourite place to shop at.
Bookstore of course. Or one of those drugstores that sell hand creams, facial wash, chocolates and so much more. I swear if I'm not spending money buying books or food, I'm buying lip balm or something.
What is your relationship status?
Is there even a relationship? Haha. I'm single. I just think that guys around me don't know a good deal when they see one.
I don't know if I like anyone at the moment. I did, few weeks back. It didn't even had the chance to see if it would work out or not, so meh. I think I might be over that. Yes, there was the process of getting over something that didn't even start. Heck, we didn't even get to put our shoes on, let alone step onto the starting line.
How I’d spend ten thousand bucks.
Let me confirm first, in what currency? Ok, let's just assume its in the highest one ( I don't even bother in checking which one is it).
I'll buy an airplane ticket, update my passport, get a freaking visa after making plans to stay with various friends in the US while trying to survive on their good deeds aka board and food.
If you could choose to stay a certain age forever, what age would it be?
22. I don't know why but 22 seems like a nice age. I know, I might be prettier or even much better when I'm 32 but for now, my answer is 22.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Valentine, Blergh.
For the past few days, I've been jokingly asked some of my online friends to sign a make believe petition in cancelling what is perhaps one of the cheesiest, over-commercialised and unoriginal celebration to ever grace mankind.
Yes. Valentine's Day.
No, this has nothing to do with me being single because recently, I've come to accepted that I might just end up forever alone. I just see it as a chance to be the woman who can do whatever she wants.
This post should be put under a category with this post for the sole reason of my dislike of the cheesiness.
First of all, I don't get how people just fall for this whole bullshit. What makes me roll my eyes and throw up in my mouth is when some people make this one day the most romantic day for their relationship.
"I sooo can't wait for this year's Valentine. He told me he has something special planned."
Like, seriously? Please don't tell me you're freaking serious.
Let me tell you this.
Valentine's Day is so hyped up that most people gets carried away by it. That significant other of yours is probably just being romantic because he's been brainwashed by this celebration. He's not doing it because he was sitting there and then got this idea of appreciating/wooing you out of nowhere.
Nope.
Its not his initiative. No matter how original his date/idea is, you guys are just caught up with the Valentine's bug.
Like, honestly, I would prefer ifJames Franco my guy would take me on some kind of super romantic date sometime in November or June compare to sometime in February.
Yes. Valentine's Day.
This post should be put under a category with this post for the sole reason of my dislike of the cheesiness.
First of all, I don't get how people just fall for this whole bullshit. What makes me roll my eyes and throw up in my mouth is when some people make this one day the most romantic day for their relationship.
"I sooo can't wait for this year's Valentine. He told me he has something special planned."
Like, seriously? Please don't tell me you're freaking serious.
Let me tell you this.
Valentine's Day is so hyped up that most people gets carried away by it. That significant other of yours is probably just being romantic because he's been brainwashed by this celebration. He's not doing it because he was sitting there and then got this idea of appreciating/wooing you out of nowhere.
Nope.
Its not his initiative. No matter how original his date/idea is, you guys are just caught up with the Valentine's bug.
Like, honestly, I would prefer if
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Be Careful What You Wish For.
I've seen this survey going around and wondered if anyone would tag me, but they didn't. So I made a wish and Boom, I've been tagged by two different people. I know. It took the life out of me to answer it all.
1. The Rules:
1.Post these rules;
2.Post 11 random things about yourself;
3.Answer the questions that tagger set for you in their post;
4.Create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer; and
5.Go to their blog and tell them they've been tagged.
Mokesart
1.What was the worst thing you got caught doing at school?
In 5th grade, my homeroom teacher was the worst ever. She was a dragon. One
day, she got into a fit over people who didn't send in their homework. There were
about 6 of us. I was the last person to give my explanation. There I was, barely
eleven, watching as the 5 people in front of me tell her what is perhaps, the most
stupid reason I've ever heard.
"I lost my book."
Okay, one person tell her that? I accept it. But 5? I just thought to myself, I'll be
honest. So I told her that I forgot to do it.
2.Did you get punished for it?
Did I? I got a fucking bitch slap right across my face for being a good-for-nothing
student with no intention of studying. She then threw my book out of the classroom
and practically screamed at me to get my ass out of her class.
Can you imagine my reaction? The stupid woman accepted 5 students' lame "I lost
my book" but slapped me for my honest "I didn't do it."
From that moment, I cursed her. Few months later, her husband got transferred to
some war ridden country and we all danced in joy when she followed.
3.What occupation are you employed in/what career are you thinking about
taking up?
Hmm. I have no idea. God, I know, bad answer. But right now, I can't think of
anything I want to be. Well, let's just put aside what I'm studying.
4.Is there a point to space exploration?
Yes yes yes. I used to have this deep interest in astronomy. But then somehow, I got
into other things and here I'am, doing maths. One thing I'll say is that, if they even come up with affordable-ish space travel, I'll sign up.
5.What is your religious belief, or lack of, and why have you chosen it?
I'm Muslim. *blinks* I don't know how to answer. I know if I simply say "I was born into a family of Muslim." some would think that I have no rights blah blah. But its not like that for me. I honestly believe in my religion, let's leave it at that.
6.What number child are you, and how has the experience been for you?
I'm the first of two. There's an exaxt 7.5 year gap between me and my brother. I
think the age gap made me not act like most first borns aka a sense of
responsbility. But then, in caring for someone that young perhaps gave me more of
a sense of taking care. I have friends who think I'm an idiot for making chocolate
drinks/prepare food for my brother who's well in his teenage years.
Yes, there's a difference. But my taking care of people only applies to my brother xD
Growing up, my parents were strict and had tons of expectations. I now watch how
different they are with my brother. I often sigh and roll my eyes before telling my
parents how wrong they're doing it.
My years of an only child also made me self sufficient. In uni, I don't mind buying
food, eating, going to class by myself. I don't feel stared at. But, I'm still the shy young girl when it comes to making friends.
7.Do you have, or have you had, a nickname? If so, what, and why?
Erm. Not really. Hanis is short enough.
8.Do you have a phobia, and what is it?
Haha. I was just talking about this the other day. I don't have that severe of
phobias but enough to well, perhaps make me cry. I'm really really creeped out by
animals that has scales or sticky skin. You know, basically reptiles, fish and
amphibians. Once, a gecko landed on my bare arm, I screamed so loud before
crying as if I just had a finger chopped off.
What else?
Oh oh. I have a circle of personal space. Which makes riding a public transportation hell.
Day or night kind of person?
Hmmm. I don't stay up that late. I don't embrace the sun. I guess it depends on my
day and what I want to be done. You know? I guess, its a mix of both.
10.Do you speak more than one language?
Yes. Bahasa Melayu, English and right now, I'm learning arabic.
11.Are you artistic at all? (Music, film, drawing, photos, etc).
Does writing count?
PurpleMist
1. Have you ever shoplifted? If yes, then what did you steal?
We have coins all over the house, do I take even a dime? No. Mom gives me money to
buy things, I get change less than one ringgit. Do I keep it? No. So, I've never
shoplifted. I have this certain honesty when it comes to people's stuffs and things that don't belong to me.
2. How long can you hold your breath for?
Not for long. My lungs aren't that great which makes swimming a bit tiring for me at
times, yet I still enjoy it.
3. Are you a grammar nazi?
Only when I don't like that person. Or when I see "Your" and "You're" being mixed up. I don't have perfect grammar myself so I'm not really uptight about it.
4. What is the worst thing you have ever done to a friend?
I'm not going to answer this one. Hahahahaha. I wonder who can answer this with a straight face.
5. Do you think your life will change dramatically in 2012?
Maybe. I hope so. In a good way. I'm hoping for a good academic performace and an improving self esteem.
6. What are you supposed to be doing right now?
Fall in love. Lose weight. Study. Write. Eat vanilla icecream with the hard chocolate
shell. I don't know. There's so many things to do. I just don't feel like it or there's no opportunity to. But the first one is bound to happen no matter what I do, right?
7. Do you take home the shampoos/soaps from hotels?
Thanks to Mama, I tend to bring mini versions of my own shampoos/soaps from home
whenever we're staying over at hotels. The only thing I get excited for in hotels is thefree toothbrush. So, no. I don't.
8. What is your biggest pet peeve?
I don't know. I'm trying to think of it. Perhaps people who don't know how to say
thank you. Or people who bumps into me and not say sorry.
9. Last movie you watched?
Journey 2 the Lost Island. Not counting the ones I watch on tv. If that, its Definitely, Maybe. I liked that one. Ryan Reynolds is so dreamy. I've been nursing a crush on him ever since his days on Two Guys and a Girl.
10. Do you think musicals are cheesy?
I like the old ones. Sound of Music, The King and I, Mary Poppins, Annie. But
definitely not High School Musical. That seems cheesy.
11. Favourite tv show or movie?
Friends. Top Chef. Bing Bang Theory. Private Chefs of Beverly Hills. Gene Simmons'
Family Jewels. Oh, you only want one? Well, I can't choose. Give me a day with these
shows showing on tv, I'll be having breakfast, lunch and dinner in front of the tv.
I think everyone I know has been tagged. So, I wish I could continue this, but I'll stop it here. Don't kill me.
1. The Rules:
1.Post these rules;
2.Post 11 random things about yourself;
3.Answer the questions that tagger set for you in their post;
4.Create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer; and
5.Go to their blog and tell them they've been tagged.
Mokesart
1.What was the worst thing you got caught doing at school?
In 5th grade, my homeroom teacher was the worst ever. She was a dragon. One
day, she got into a fit over people who didn't send in their homework. There were
about 6 of us. I was the last person to give my explanation. There I was, barely
eleven, watching as the 5 people in front of me tell her what is perhaps, the most
stupid reason I've ever heard.
"I lost my book."
Okay, one person tell her that? I accept it. But 5? I just thought to myself, I'll be
honest. So I told her that I forgot to do it.
2.Did you get punished for it?
Did I? I got a fucking bitch slap right across my face for being a good-for-nothing
student with no intention of studying. She then threw my book out of the classroom
and practically screamed at me to get my ass out of her class.
Can you imagine my reaction? The stupid woman accepted 5 students' lame "I lost
my book" but slapped me for my honest "I didn't do it."
From that moment, I cursed her. Few months later, her husband got transferred to
some war ridden country and we all danced in joy when she followed.
3.What occupation are you employed in/what career are you thinking about
taking up?
Hmm. I have no idea. God, I know, bad answer. But right now, I can't think of
anything I want to be. Well, let's just put aside what I'm studying.
4.Is there a point to space exploration?
Yes yes yes. I used to have this deep interest in astronomy. But then somehow, I got
into other things and here I'am, doing maths. One thing I'll say is that, if they even come up with affordable-ish space travel, I'll sign up.
5.What is your religious belief, or lack of, and why have you chosen it?
I'm Muslim. *blinks* I don't know how to answer. I know if I simply say "I was born into a family of Muslim." some would think that I have no rights blah blah. But its not like that for me. I honestly believe in my religion, let's leave it at that.
6.What number child are you, and how has the experience been for you?
I'm the first of two. There's an exaxt 7.5 year gap between me and my brother. I
think the age gap made me not act like most first borns aka a sense of
responsbility. But then, in caring for someone that young perhaps gave me more of
a sense of taking care. I have friends who think I'm an idiot for making chocolate
drinks/prepare food for my brother who's well in his teenage years.
Yes, there's a difference. But my taking care of people only applies to my brother xD
Growing up, my parents were strict and had tons of expectations. I now watch how
different they are with my brother. I often sigh and roll my eyes before telling my
parents how wrong they're doing it.
My years of an only child also made me self sufficient. In uni, I don't mind buying
food, eating, going to class by myself. I don't feel stared at. But, I'm still the shy young girl when it comes to making friends.
7.Do you have, or have you had, a nickname? If so, what, and why?
Erm. Not really. Hanis is short enough.
8.Do you have a phobia, and what is it?
Haha. I was just talking about this the other day. I don't have that severe of
phobias but enough to well, perhaps make me cry. I'm really really creeped out by
animals that has scales or sticky skin. You know, basically reptiles, fish and
amphibians. Once, a gecko landed on my bare arm, I screamed so loud before
crying as if I just had a finger chopped off.
What else?
Oh oh. I have a circle of personal space. Which makes riding a public transportation hell.
Day or night kind of person?
Hmmm. I don't stay up that late. I don't embrace the sun. I guess it depends on my
day and what I want to be done. You know? I guess, its a mix of both.
10.Do you speak more than one language?
Yes. Bahasa Melayu, English and right now, I'm learning arabic.
11.Are you artistic at all? (Music, film, drawing, photos, etc).
Does writing count?
PurpleMist
1. Have you ever shoplifted? If yes, then what did you steal?
We have coins all over the house, do I take even a dime? No. Mom gives me money to
buy things, I get change less than one ringgit. Do I keep it? No. So, I've never
shoplifted. I have this certain honesty when it comes to people's stuffs and things that don't belong to me.
2. How long can you hold your breath for?
Not for long. My lungs aren't that great which makes swimming a bit tiring for me at
times, yet I still enjoy it.
3. Are you a grammar nazi?
Only when I don't like that person. Or when I see "Your" and "You're" being mixed up. I don't have perfect grammar myself so I'm not really uptight about it.
4. What is the worst thing you have ever done to a friend?
I'm not going to answer this one. Hahahahaha. I wonder who can answer this with a straight face.
5. Do you think your life will change dramatically in 2012?
Maybe. I hope so. In a good way. I'm hoping for a good academic performace and an improving self esteem.
6. What are you supposed to be doing right now?
Fall in love. Lose weight. Study. Write. Eat vanilla icecream with the hard chocolate
shell. I don't know. There's so many things to do. I just don't feel like it or there's no opportunity to. But the first one is bound to happen no matter what I do, right?
7. Do you take home the shampoos/soaps from hotels?
Thanks to Mama, I tend to bring mini versions of my own shampoos/soaps from home
whenever we're staying over at hotels. The only thing I get excited for in hotels is thefree toothbrush. So, no. I don't.
8. What is your biggest pet peeve?
I don't know. I'm trying to think of it. Perhaps people who don't know how to say
thank you. Or people who bumps into me and not say sorry.
9. Last movie you watched?
Journey 2 the Lost Island. Not counting the ones I watch on tv. If that, its Definitely, Maybe. I liked that one. Ryan Reynolds is so dreamy. I've been nursing a crush on him ever since his days on Two Guys and a Girl.
10. Do you think musicals are cheesy?
I like the old ones. Sound of Music, The King and I, Mary Poppins, Annie. But
definitely not High School Musical. That seems cheesy.
11. Favourite tv show or movie?
Friends. Top Chef. Bing Bang Theory. Private Chefs of Beverly Hills. Gene Simmons'
Family Jewels. Oh, you only want one? Well, I can't choose. Give me a day with these
shows showing on tv, I'll be having breakfast, lunch and dinner in front of the tv.
I think everyone I know has been tagged. So, I wish I could continue this, but I'll stop it here. Don't kill me.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Session Two.
What I want to be when I get older.
I want to be a writer. Or I want to be that woman who travels for leisure when she wants. The woman who bake wonderful things on her weekends off. The woman who doesn't need a man to feel oh so happy. Oh yes, in my mind, older is when I've started working.
Your opinion on cheating on people
This is a pickle. I don't know. If you ask me my opinion on polygamy, I'll give a loud "Hell no" but on cheating. Well. I'm a dramatic person. I see the way to react when you find out you've been cheated on is to throw things, be as passive agressive as you can and you know, just let it all out.
I don't think that as a way with holier-than-thou undertones because I can put myself in the cheater's shoes. Just to make it simple, be honest. Go for an open relationship if you can't handle it.
Future names of your children.
This is so easy. Let's just make the assumption I'll be having children sometime in the future. First of all, I'll be naming my daughter Alexandria which will be shortened to Xandria. I like the name Scarlette too but you know, I can just imagine her being teased as "The Scarlette letter" or "That Scarlette woman.
You know what I mean.
For my son, well. I have no idea. Seriously. I'll just leave that to my husband.
Last Awkward situation you were in
There's so many I can't remember? I have never like, labelled a situation as awkward in my mind so I can't even recall one single moment for this.
I want to be a writer. Or I want to be that woman who travels for leisure when she wants. The woman who bake wonderful things on her weekends off. The woman who doesn't need a man to feel oh so happy. Oh yes, in my mind, older is when I've started working.
Your opinion on cheating on people
This is a pickle. I don't know. If you ask me my opinion on polygamy, I'll give a loud "Hell no" but on cheating. Well. I'm a dramatic person. I see the way to react when you find out you've been cheated on is to throw things, be as passive agressive as you can and you know, just let it all out.
I don't think that as a way with holier-than-thou undertones because I can put myself in the cheater's shoes. Just to make it simple, be honest. Go for an open relationship if you can't handle it.
Future names of your children.
This is so easy. Let's just make the assumption I'll be having children sometime in the future. First of all, I'll be naming my daughter Alexandria which will be shortened to Xandria. I like the name Scarlette too but you know, I can just imagine her being teased as "The Scarlette letter" or "That Scarlette woman.
You know what I mean.
For my son, well. I have no idea. Seriously. I'll just leave that to my husband.
Last Awkward situation you were in
There's so many I can't remember? I have never like, labelled a situation as awkward in my mind so I can't even recall one single moment for this.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Silence.
There's this girl who just realised she has been very lonely and sad for some time now. Just that she had been distracted from facing it and the very distraction is perhaps the reason she's curling up in such sadness.
Her silent screams. Her tears. They were all about what she missed out. So she thinks.
Morning.
Due to Mama's idea of us having a family vacation, we'll be going to this waterpark resort place for a one night stay. I'm hoping to not get too tanned and that my fingers will get so wrinkly they'll look like those wrinkly shrivelled up cocktail sausages.
This past week, I've beendragged out of bed following Mama on her morning walk. I don't jog. I walk fast-ish. Why don't I jog? Well, until someone buys me a jogging bra, I'm not going to huff and puff while certain things get pulled down by gravity with every 40 steps or so.
We go to walk at this nearby stadium, every round of the track is around 400 meters and walking on that track at 7am kills me. I usually drag myself for the first round, get a bit warmed up by the 3rd round and by the 5th, I'll bedelusional raving to go on until my legs feel like jelly. The average for me, so far is about 3km per walk.
Here's to me not losing interest in this walking lark.
Remember those 8 library books I borrowed? Well, the Jodi Picoult I borrowed is the first one she wrote and the first one that is oh-my-god so boring for me. I only read it till page 50 before telling Mokesart I'm moving on to the next book. Were there any interesting books? Well, no. I finished reading 4. The other 4, I couldn't force myself.
Hanis goes to living room.
"Okay, choose a number between one and six."
Mama: Four
Bro: One
Dad: One
*calculates in mind*
"Thank you."
Mama: What do you need it for?
"I just wanted to know which book I should read first."
So, here I'am with my copy of Lover Unleashed. In few minutes, I'll be back in the world of those vampires. I better go, they're calling me now.
Oh yes, I think I'll be setting some posts up, set up the time and date and voila. You get something to read.
Peace out.
This past week, I've been
We go to walk at this nearby stadium, every round of the track is around 400 meters and walking on that track at 7am kills me. I usually drag myself for the first round, get a bit warmed up by the 3rd round and by the 5th, I'll be
Here's to me not losing interest in this walking lark.
Remember those 8 library books I borrowed? Well, the Jodi Picoult I borrowed is the first one she wrote and the first one that is oh-my-god so boring for me. I only read it till page 50 before telling Mokesart I'm moving on to the next book. Were there any interesting books? Well, no. I finished reading 4. The other 4, I couldn't force myself.
Hanis goes to living room.
"Okay, choose a number between one and six."
Mama: Four
Bro: One
Dad: One
*calculates in mind*
"Thank you."
Mama: What do you need it for?
"I just wanted to know which book I should read first."
So, here I'am with my copy of Lover Unleashed. In few minutes, I'll be back in the world of those vampires. I better go, they're calling me now.
Oh yes, I think I'll be setting some posts up, set up the time and date and voila. You get something to read.
Peace out.
Friday, February 3, 2012
This Song Reminds Me Of: Emotions
This song has two versions, one by the Bee Gees and the other is by Destiny's Child. The latter version reminds me of sad moments while the former one reminds me of Dad's love for the Bee Gees and abba.
Its over and done but the heartache lives on inside. and who is the one you're clinging to, instead of me tonight?
Thinking about it now, this song smacks of love gone wrong where only one half of the relationship is still clinging on. It speaks (to me) of someone pining for an ex, who has clearly moved on. The words tell me of someone who tries to look strong in front of the former lover but breaks down into tears when they're all alone, every single detail replaying in their mind.
How do I even know this? I'm not the Communication arts student *coughs*Mokesart*coughs*. Its purely because like nearly every other person, certain songs act like a time machine.
My tummy hurts right now just by remembering how pitiful I was back then. God, I feel like smacking myself with a dead flounder right on the face. I was young, that's my normal excuse. If someone asked, I'll just shrug and tell them I was at a bad place for that few weeks.
Cry me a river, that leads to your ocean. You'll never see me fall apart, in the words of a broken heart, its just emotions taking me over
I felt that this song was made especially for me. Everytime I was touching the gates of "moving on", I'll get pushed back by something as cruel but simple as a short conversation with him. Once, I was driving and this song came on and before I knew it, I was singing along to it with such feeling that I was crying without realising. It must have been a sight at the red light for the car beside me.
Of course, it took me few months before I could listen to this song without bursting into tears and self pity. But I'm better now, just with a good memory.
Nobody left in this world to kiss me goodnight.
Its over and done but the heartache lives on inside. and who is the one you're clinging to, instead of me tonight?
Thinking about it now, this song smacks of love gone wrong where only one half of the relationship is still clinging on. It speaks (to me) of someone pining for an ex, who has clearly moved on. The words tell me of someone who tries to look strong in front of the former lover but breaks down into tears when they're all alone, every single detail replaying in their mind.
How do I even know this? I'm not the Communication arts student *coughs*Mokesart*coughs*. Its purely because like nearly every other person, certain songs act like a time machine.
My tummy hurts right now just by remembering how pitiful I was back then. God, I feel like smacking myself with a dead flounder right on the face. I was young, that's my normal excuse. If someone asked, I'll just shrug and tell them I was at a bad place for that few weeks.
Cry me a river, that leads to your ocean. You'll never see me fall apart, in the words of a broken heart, its just emotions taking me over
I felt that this song was made especially for me. Everytime I was touching the gates of "moving on", I'll get pushed back by something as cruel but simple as a short conversation with him. Once, I was driving and this song came on and before I knew it, I was singing along to it with such feeling that I was crying without realising. It must have been a sight at the red light for the car beside me.
Of course, it took me few months before I could listen to this song without bursting into tears and self pity. But I'm better now, just with a good memory.
Nobody left in this world to kiss me goodnight.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Take a Look at My New Friends.
I spent about 45 minutes in a bookstore, choosing my 6 books. When I stepped in, I asked (just to confirm) if I could use the book vouchers which is when I was told:
"Yes you can and there is an additional 5% discount too."
I was so resisting the urge to dance a jig right there. So I first grabbed a copy of J.R Ward's Lover Unleashed and John Green's Looking for Alaska. I then wandered in the tight walkway, surrounded by books on both sides, my eyes wandering on every title.
I stopped in front of Stephen King, looking at the titles. There were a handful which is not helpful since I have no idea which of his books I want. One of my rule of thumb in book buying is the value of money for the number of pages.
Caution, only use this rule when you already know you like the author's writing, you like the preview written at the back of each book and you're just stuck in choosing. Do not do this if its a new author that you don't know from Eve. Because this will more often than not, make you groan out:
"Why did I buy this book?"
So, I took a copy of Under the Dome Which I read about on Wiki (what haven't I read on there?) and thought was pretty interesting and yes, it reminded me of the Simpsons' movie where Springfield was put under a gigantic dome.
I had 3 books in hand, 3 more needed. This is when I usually take a risk and pick a book. My first choice is a Jodi Picoult, something I'll like even if I don't love it the way I did for Salem Falls (her first book I read). My rule of thumb came out to play again here and it led to me choosing Handle with Care.
I think by this time, I've looked at every row of books twice. I wanted to read that one trilogy but then, they didn't have it. So I thought to myself after looking at the 4 books I've piled on top of each other on a shelf:
"Indulge yourself Hanis. Get a young adult and a chick lit-ish."
Chick lit to me is definitely not Sophie Kinsella. Or those other famousy ones where most girls just love. For me, its Marian Keyes or Jilly Cooper. Yet, I already all the fomer's books and they didn't have the latter's books in stock.
I wanted something similiar to those two so I was picking up random books, reading the back when I came to Wendy Holden's Beautiful People. There was a short one line review from The Times at the back which said:
"Up there with the best of Jilly Cooper."
I flipped through. I made it book no.5.
The problem with the young adult genre is that its so full of series. Why can't you just write one long book and that is it. I don't have anything against series but well, I don't want to be hooked to another one.
It took me about ten minutes to find an interesting one that seem to be a stand alone book. Incubus by Carol Goodman.
Brother: I've heard of the title before. Where did I? Where did I?
Hanis: The band?
Brother: Oh yeahhh.
I'm currently staring at the books, so happy to see them all spread on my bed. I've been asked which one would I read first. Well, I still got my library books so I'll finish those first. Yes, I have this thing for trying to prolong a book's unread status because , well, I don't have a reason.
Here's to the books and here's to being a bookworm.
Monday, January 30, 2012
My Journey.
We all know that I'm done with my finals. I might even had mentioned in an earlier post of doing some kind of pictures post regarding my last minute studying efforts.
So, here we are, I got 4 pictures, which is perhaps a lot for me but just small numbers for others. I thought there were way more but then, I might have counted the other not suitable for public pictures as well.
I humbly present to you, those pictures.
This was taken at my grandmother's house, judging by the yellow tablecloth under my books. So, this would be perhaps around Christmas-ish because my parents were away so I had to stay with my grandparents during nighttime. See those little clouds I drew? This is when I feel like I have plenty of time left. I draw the line at colouring in with highlighters or whatsover.
That is my Stochastic book, my pencil case, Polo mints, my calculator and the wire part of my earphones. Why in the world does the library insists to have mustard yellow tables? They're an eyesore. Trust me. I remember the library being hot that day because some people were too stingy to turn on the air conditioning.
I assure you, I was in panic mode for this picture. It was the day before my Risk Modelling exam, a very nerve wrecking day. I also sat for another one that morning so you can just imagine my level of calmness. Below minimum. You can see the cup with my Neslo which is Nescafe(instant coffee) + Milo which is so goood.
*stares at picture*
Ohhh, this is my attempt on solving a Makeham. Well, a topic in my Actuarial Math 2, the last exam. You see, there was a 7 days gap between this and the one before. I had to kick myself in the ass so I'll start studying 4 days beforehand. I remember being oh-so-calm for the first few days before smacking myself for being too calm.
The End.
Ok, okay. That is the end of my studying for this semester. Of course, the first few days after it ended, I felt so restless and wanted to crack open a book to study. Did I?
Nope. I'm not that bad.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Confession No.27
When anyone ask me how I feel/think, I aim to throw my head back with a laugh and say these words.
"I don't give a fuck."
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Session One.
What is your favorite flower?
What I definitely don't like is roses. Red and orange ones especially. They're just that overated. To answer this, I like carnations. Or gardenias. White or light pink. But if a guy gives me flowers then tell me the meaning behind those flowers, I'll swoon and get on one knee before handing them a spider flower.
Are you an organized person?
Does the egg comes before the chicken?
Yes, I'm unsure about that. I don't have checklists. Or studying schedules. I'm a messy person but god forbids when someone suddenly texts me and tells me we have to do so-and-so. I hate the feeling when someone just dump things on my shoulders. I get snappy, I get moody. Does that mean I'm organised in some way where I hate it when people mess with my schedule?
Oh oh, I hate it when things are hastily planned. I believe in knowing things beforehand. Some might say I'm not organised by how I deliberately don't follow schedules I made. But then, for every finals, I make a mental schedule of what subject to study and when to, which I follow religiously.
So, I'm not even sure if its the egg or the chicken.
If you had to spend a day not using any technology, what would you do?
Define technology please. Does this mean car, electricity and all? Or just television, cable, internet, telephones and computers?
Does it include ovens and fridges?
I guess I'll be rolling around in bed, reading my pile of books, cooking lunch and dinner, play with the kitten before heading to bed. Simple as that. Sounds like a normal day, minus my laptop and the internet.
Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?
I'm hitting 23 in about 6 months. I believe in this concept where guys get wiser as they aged, which in turn make them realise that girls are pretty however they are. I don't think a just legal guy would find me attractive. Of course, the 5 years difference. If I was the younger one in the relationship, I won't mind.
What’s your sign?
I'm a Leo. I'm also a Earth Snake according to the Chinese system. Some people really fit into the description of their sign, but me? I fit half and half.
I'm a romantic. But I don't want to be a leader. Other things, well, I can't remember them that much.
What I definitely don't like is roses. Red and orange ones especially. They're just that overated. To answer this, I like carnations. Or gardenias. White or light pink. But if a guy gives me flowers then tell me the meaning behind those flowers, I'll swoon and get on one knee before handing them a spider flower.
Are you an organized person?
Does the egg comes before the chicken?
Yes, I'm unsure about that. I don't have checklists. Or studying schedules. I'm a messy person but god forbids when someone suddenly texts me and tells me we have to do so-and-so. I hate the feeling when someone just dump things on my shoulders. I get snappy, I get moody. Does that mean I'm organised in some way where I hate it when people mess with my schedule?
Oh oh, I hate it when things are hastily planned. I believe in knowing things beforehand. Some might say I'm not organised by how I deliberately don't follow schedules I made. But then, for every finals, I make a mental schedule of what subject to study and when to, which I follow religiously.
So, I'm not even sure if its the egg or the chicken.
If you had to spend a day not using any technology, what would you do?
Define technology please. Does this mean car, electricity and all? Or just television, cable, internet, telephones and computers?
Does it include ovens and fridges?
I guess I'll be rolling around in bed, reading my pile of books, cooking lunch and dinner, play with the kitten before heading to bed. Simple as that. Sounds like a normal day, minus my laptop and the internet.
Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?
I'm hitting 23 in about 6 months. I believe in this concept where guys get wiser as they aged, which in turn make them realise that girls are pretty however they are. I don't think a just legal guy would find me attractive. Of course, the 5 years difference. If I was the younger one in the relationship, I won't mind.
What’s your sign?
I'm a Leo. I'm also a Earth Snake according to the Chinese system. Some people really fit into the description of their sign, but me? I fit half and half.
I'm a romantic. But I don't want to be a leader. Other things, well, I can't remember them that much.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Writing by the Book.
With most writers that have plenty of books in print, there would be this formula. The formula of success. Like, for nearly every periodical romance novel there would be that hard to rein in Duke/Lord and the heroine who's either untamed or just so demure and lovely that said hero falls head over heels for her before he could tie on a fresh cravat.
There would be a villain in the form of a family member or an old enemy who the hero thought were out of the picture. There would be denial of feelings and the heroine would turn up her nose, brush away the tears and tell him to screw it if she's not stubborn enough to insist that yes, he is damn well in love with her.
Then the heroine might just get kidnapped or the hero would face some danger and somehow this would led to a scene of "I've fallen in love with you the moment I saw you across the ballroom." before the much awaited for "His manhood swelled at her delicate beauty." part.
Oh I forgot, that heroine has a high chance of either being past her marrying age due to family obligations, lack of standing or perhaps she was ruined due to the gossips coursing throughout the ton.
Yes. I read enough romance novels to know the basic plot. I'm not ashamed that one of my guilty pleasures are books with scandalous-ish covers.
Do you see the formula here? Its so common, basically part and parcel of writingdom. There are two reactions to such formulas. You either:
a)Find it comforting if you happen to like the writer's style of writing. You'll relish every word, loving how it seems familiar but foreign. You might even feel that the characters are all reincarnations from another book.
For example, Jodi Picoult is one of my favourite authors and she has some kind of formula going on, just not as obvious as those romance novels. Yet, I still love her books.
b) If you don't like the style of writing or you're not easily satisfied, you'll dismiss the writer's books and scoff, saying everything is just the same.
(Now is when I start bashing certain writers which might just bring the hellhounds down on me)
For this exact reason, I'm coming clean by saying that I just don't like Danielle Steel and Nicholas Spark. I've read ... 8-9(at least) books by the former and 3 from the latter and god, I skip most of the pages of Danielle's books and Nicholas'? Well, I know some girls just love his books because they really tug on your heartstrings but I swear, I regret making his The Guardian as one of the books I borrowed from the library.
No, I'm not dissing their writing skills. I just don't like their formulas.
Your taste in books is like your definition of beauty. Its very very subjective.
There would be a villain in the form of a family member or an old enemy who the hero thought were out of the picture. There would be denial of feelings and the heroine would turn up her nose, brush away the tears and tell him to screw it if she's not stubborn enough to insist that yes, he is damn well in love with her.
Then the heroine might just get kidnapped or the hero would face some danger and somehow this would led to a scene of "I've fallen in love with you the moment I saw you across the ballroom." before the much awaited for "His manhood swelled at her delicate beauty." part.
Oh I forgot, that heroine has a high chance of either being past her marrying age due to family obligations, lack of standing or perhaps she was ruined due to the gossips coursing throughout the ton.
Yes. I read enough romance novels to know the basic plot. I'm not ashamed that one of my guilty pleasures are books with scandalous-ish covers.
Do you see the formula here? Its so common, basically part and parcel of writingdom. There are two reactions to such formulas. You either:
a)Find it comforting if you happen to like the writer's style of writing. You'll relish every word, loving how it seems familiar but foreign. You might even feel that the characters are all reincarnations from another book.
For example, Jodi Picoult is one of my favourite authors and she has some kind of formula going on, just not as obvious as those romance novels. Yet, I still love her books.
b) If you don't like the style of writing or you're not easily satisfied, you'll dismiss the writer's books and scoff, saying everything is just the same.
(Now is when I start bashing certain writers which might just bring the hellhounds down on me)
For this exact reason, I'm coming clean by saying that I just don't like Danielle Steel and Nicholas Spark. I've read ... 8-9(at least) books by the former and 3 from the latter and god, I skip most of the pages of Danielle's books and Nicholas'? Well, I know some girls just love his books because they really tug on your heartstrings but I swear, I regret making his The Guardian as one of the books I borrowed from the library.
No, I'm not dissing their writing skills. I just don't like their formulas.
Your taste in books is like your definition of beauty. Its very very subjective.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Confession No.26
I'm fine. I'm confused. I just ... I'm not fine. Not at all. I don't know what to think. I'm fine I'm fine I'm absolutely fine. I'm not. I just want to turn off the lights, lock the door and have Cupid's Fall on repeat until I fall asleep. Or until the battery dies.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Wow. Just Wow.
Wow.
I just finished reading Richard Bachman's The Long Walk. It is actually by Stephen King because Richard Bachman is an alias he used. I read about the book on Wiki about a year-ish ago and it caught my interest because of the general idea.
One hundred boys walk to their death, the last one standing wins. They get ticketed for a list of offenses and once you get 3 tickets, you're a target to be killed by the soldiers. If you manage to walk 3 hours, you lose those tickets. If you fall under the minimum speed or do any of the other offenses, you get shot.
Yes. It sounds ... horrible. I started reading it last night and 206 pages later, I finished reading the last sentence and whispered to myself one word.
Wow.
Some might think its not that interesting because nearly the whole damn book is about those boys walking, and walking. But Stephen King managed to make it so interesting I read about half of the book last night.
I knew how it was going to end, thanks to Wikipedia but it still hit me hard. The end came so abruptly. No explanation. Definitely no happily ever after. I'm awed. I feel like this book has just got itself into that list of Best Books Ever in my head.
If there's a book I wished I've written, apart from the HP series, is this book.
Now, I'm going to find more Richard Bachman's books to read.
I just finished reading Richard Bachman's The Long Walk. It is actually by Stephen King because Richard Bachman is an alias he used. I read about the book on Wiki about a year-ish ago and it caught my interest because of the general idea.
One hundred boys walk to their death, the last one standing wins. They get ticketed for a list of offenses and once you get 3 tickets, you're a target to be killed by the soldiers. If you manage to walk 3 hours, you lose those tickets. If you fall under the minimum speed or do any of the other offenses, you get shot.
Yes. It sounds ... horrible. I started reading it last night and 206 pages later, I finished reading the last sentence and whispered to myself one word.
Wow.
Some might think its not that interesting because nearly the whole damn book is about those boys walking, and walking. But Stephen King managed to make it so interesting I read about half of the book last night.
I knew how it was going to end, thanks to Wikipedia but it still hit me hard. The end came so abruptly. No explanation. Definitely no happily ever after. I'm awed. I feel like this book has just got itself into that list of Best Books Ever in my head.
If there's a book I wished I've written, apart from the HP series, is this book.
Now, I'm going to find more Richard Bachman's books to read.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Plans of Freedom.
I'm freeeeeeeeeee. Well, my finals are over , I have no class until 4th of March so I plan to read all the books I can get my hands on, work my ass off (if I get the chance to) and perhaps, try to work some fat off said ass?
Today, after leaving the examination hall I headed for the library and borrowed as much books I could carry which is sadly not enough for me. I got 8 books, which I chose within 5 minutes since the fiction section is really small in that particular library. Some are from authors I've heard and read before, some are complete strangers.
I'll tell you more of the books as I read them one by one since I have big big plans for this blog now.
One: I'm going to take you through a trip of my study sessions, there will be pictures (big deal for Hanis since I don't really do pictures before this)
Two: There might be a post of pictures, again, but this time it would be of the food I had over the last few weeks. Nothing fancy or anything but I think the comments with every picture would increase the interest factor.
Three: I got a set of questions which I would answer in about, 4-5 installments but don't think God-this-will-be-uber-boring because it will not. I'll make sure I'll get a Mokesart approval.
Four: Update on my choices of books to buy.
Oh yes, I contacted the bookstore last night, asking them to hold onto a copy of J.R Ward's Lover Unleashed and told them I'll be in this weekend or early next week. I got a reply saying they're holding on to the last copy but then, they're closed starting from today till the end of this month due to Chinese New Year.
*cue crying*
This only means that I'll have more time to choose so that's the silver lining for me.
Updates on Books
J.R Ward's Lover Unleashed is definitely one of them. I'm also going to get a Stephen King, most probably The Shining.
Looking for Alaska by John Green seems to be a pretty good choice. Now, that is all. That leaves 3 more spots.
*gets super excited*
Now, excuse me while I tuck into my cooking shows marathon.
Today, after leaving the examination hall I headed for the library and borrowed as much books I could carry which is sadly not enough for me. I got 8 books, which I chose within 5 minutes since the fiction section is really small in that particular library. Some are from authors I've heard and read before, some are complete strangers.
I'll tell you more of the books as I read them one by one since I have big big plans for this blog now.
One: I'm going to take you through a trip of my study sessions, there will be pictures (big deal for Hanis since I don't really do pictures before this)
Two: There might be a post of pictures, again, but this time it would be of the food I had over the last few weeks. Nothing fancy or anything but I think the comments with every picture would increase the interest factor.
Three: I got a set of questions which I would answer in about, 4-5 installments but don't think God-this-will-be-uber-boring because it will not. I'll make sure I'll get a Mokesart approval.
Four: Update on my choices of books to buy.
Oh yes, I contacted the bookstore last night, asking them to hold onto a copy of J.R Ward's Lover Unleashed and told them I'll be in this weekend or early next week. I got a reply saying they're holding on to the last copy but then, they're closed starting from today till the end of this month due to Chinese New Year.
*cue crying*
This only means that I'll have more time to choose so that's the silver lining for me.
Updates on Books
J.R Ward's Lover Unleashed is definitely one of them. I'm also going to get a Stephen King, most probably The Shining.
Looking for Alaska by John Green seems to be a pretty good choice. Now, that is all. That leaves 3 more spots.
*gets super excited*
Now, excuse me while I tuck into my cooking shows marathon.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
I Need Your Help. Pleaseee.
The government gave every child in school one hundred ringgit in cash around last November. For some political reasons unknown to me. I think its good because perhaps, 30% of the kids would actually use it to buy school uniforms and stationaries, unlike my lil bro who combined it with his savings and bought a pair of Nike shoes.
I joked back then that for university students, they'll be giving out two hundred ringgit. Imagine my surprise when that kinda came true.
*goes to make a joke about her getting together with a certain guy*
Instead of cash, we got a book voucher valued at two hundred ringgit. It is given in 4 coupons, each valued at fifty ringgit. For academic books. To promote the habit of reading.
First of all, who the hell read academic books? *ignore people like Hermione*
I snooped around and guess what? We can use the vouchers to buy fiction novels and stationaries.
*runs around excited*
Then, I found out, I could use them at the wonderful store where most paperbacks are under the offer of "Buy Two, Get One Free". Which totally made me so excited, I started studying for my last exam.*starts to panic about it*
Okay, deep breaths. To get me through the few days, I'm going to make a list of books that I'll buy. I'll buy four, so I'll get two free, making it a total of six books.
SIX.
SIX.
Okay, I know the one book I'm going to get.
J.R Ward's Lover Unleashed (went to Wiki to check the title before seeing the tenth book would be released in March*goes into fangirl mode*)
Perhaps, a Stephen King. Maybe It or The Shining.
and what would be my four other books?
This is where you guys are needed. I need suggestions. If can, no books that are part of a series because you'll just get me hooked then I'llbedoomedinbuyingthose and then I'll ignore everything else which is bad.
So, ideas?
I'll super appreciate it.
Love,
I joked back then that for university students, they'll be giving out two hundred ringgit. Imagine my surprise when that kinda came true.
*goes to make a joke about her getting together with a certain guy*
Instead of cash, we got a book voucher valued at two hundred ringgit. It is given in 4 coupons, each valued at fifty ringgit. For academic books. To promote the habit of reading.
First of all, who the hell read academic books? *ignore people like Hermione*
I snooped around and guess what? We can use the vouchers to buy fiction novels and stationaries.
*runs around excited*
Then, I found out, I could use them at the wonderful store where most paperbacks are under the offer of "Buy Two, Get One Free". Which totally made me so excited, I started studying for my last exam.*starts to panic about it*
Okay, deep breaths. To get me through the few days, I'm going to make a list of books that I'll buy. I'll buy four, so I'll get two free, making it a total of six books.
SIX.
SIX.
Okay, I know the one book I'm going to get.
J.R Ward's Lover Unleashed (went to Wiki to check the title before seeing the tenth book would be released in March*goes into fangirl mode*)
Perhaps, a Stephen King. Maybe It or The Shining.
and what would be my four other books?
This is where you guys are needed. I need suggestions. If can, no books that are part of a series because you'll just get me hooked then I'llbedoomedinbuyingthose and then I'll ignore everything else which is bad.
So, ideas?
I'll super appreciate it.
Love,
Saturday, January 14, 2012
This Song Reminds Me Of: If Only For One Night
This is a new section I thought up of a few weeks ago. Mokesart seemed to think it would be a good idea so, here is it.
Let me hold you tight, If only for one night
I used to be into Harry Potter fanfiction, like few years ago. I read a lot. I wrote some. I'm a fan of those short/one shot fics where the couple (Usually Harry/Hermione or Draco/Hermione) are deeply in love with each other but it just can't be or when only one is in love while the other feels a deep affection for their friend.
Your eyes say things I'll never hear from you
One of those fics led me to this song which then became a favourite of mine. I listened to it and thought up plots that would go well with it but never really wrote any down. Come to think of it, I think I'll be pretty good in writing those romance where you'll start crying from the injustice of it about halfway in.
God, I think I predicted my love life back then.
I just closed my eyes, listening to this song for the 3rd time in a row and I was reminded by a story I once wrote. Well, more like a scene because that's my style. Maybe I'll write it down soon (when I'm supposed to be studying), give some new touch to it before letting my editor edit it and tell me to stop being so melodramatic as he compliments me.
I won't tell a soul, No one has to know, If you want to be totally discreet
Let me hold you tight, If only for one night
I used to be into Harry Potter fanfiction, like few years ago. I read a lot. I wrote some. I'm a fan of those short/one shot fics where the couple (Usually Harry/Hermione or Draco/Hermione) are deeply in love with each other but it just can't be or when only one is in love while the other feels a deep affection for their friend.
Your eyes say things I'll never hear from you
One of those fics led me to this song which then became a favourite of mine. I listened to it and thought up plots that would go well with it but never really wrote any down. Come to think of it, I think I'll be pretty good in writing those romance where you'll start crying from the injustice of it about halfway in.
God, I think I predicted my love life back then.
I just closed my eyes, listening to this song for the 3rd time in a row and I was reminded by a story I once wrote. Well, more like a scene because that's my style. Maybe I'll write it down soon (when I'm supposed to be studying), give some new touch to it before letting my editor edit it and tell me to stop being so melodramatic as he compliments me.
I won't tell a soul, No one has to know, If you want to be totally discreet
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Hunky Mushroom Fried Rice.
From The Secret Life of Prince Charming by Deb Calleti:
"Good looks too often meant, I expect to be forgiven. It was too bad his appearance made my eyes so happy- the rest of him would likely make me miserable."
I was buying dinner, sitting at a table, waiting for my to-go order to be ready (Fried Rice with Mushrooms, sunny side up on top) when I saw this ... hunky eye candy. I admit that I'm not one who think looks = everything but like a guy who can't resist staring at a cleavage that's paraded in front of him, I stared.
He dressed to show off his hunkiness *smacks head* and I fell for it. I literally turned around in my seat just to keep my eye onhis tushie and strong armshim. If I was a guy, I would be sporting a boner. Well, half-mast. I shook my head when he got out of sight, feeling disgusted with myself for such ogling before thinking that he's probably one of the biggest jerk I've ever set my eyes on.
Hanis. Stop judging someone.
I then came up with this whole theory thing involving looks and personality.
*clears throat*
It is part of human's nature to sometimes think that a physically attractive person would be the owner of a good looking personality. Which is possibly such a big mistake.
Case :
Good looking guy. You swoon, you sigh. You look at him and your mind comes up with a whole story book romance where he is the sweetest ever guy in the whole universe. But then, here's the interesting part. He doesn't. He might not have such a bad personality but since its not as perfect as his exterior, in your mind, you label him as jerk.
The same goes for women. You see Miss I Look Like an angel and then discover its more of Miss Demanding inside. She might not even be that bad, hell, she might just be an ordinary personality but its sub par compared to her looks. Hence, bitch.
Boy, those good looking people sure have a lot of things to live up to, right?
This reminds me of what I read in an articles ages ago. I think I've mentioned it before in this post of OML guys. Maybe. If I didn't, it said that we should treat everyone in the same way. Not judge just from their looks.
"Good looks too often meant, I expect to be forgiven. It was too bad his appearance made my eyes so happy- the rest of him would likely make me miserable."
I was buying dinner, sitting at a table, waiting for my to-go order to be ready (Fried Rice with Mushrooms, sunny side up on top) when I saw this ... hunky eye candy. I admit that I'm not one who think looks = everything but like a guy who can't resist staring at a cleavage that's paraded in front of him, I stared.
He dressed to show off his hunkiness *smacks head* and I fell for it. I literally turned around in my seat just to keep my eye on
Hanis. Stop judging someone.
I then came up with this whole theory thing involving looks and personality.
*clears throat*
It is part of human's nature to sometimes think that a physically attractive person would be the owner of a good looking personality. Which is possibly such a big mistake.
Case :
Good looking guy. You swoon, you sigh. You look at him and your mind comes up with a whole story book romance where he is the sweetest ever guy in the whole universe. But then, here's the interesting part. He doesn't. He might not have such a bad personality but since its not as perfect as his exterior, in your mind, you label him as jerk.
The same goes for women. You see Miss I Look Like an angel and then discover its more of Miss Demanding inside. She might not even be that bad, hell, she might just be an ordinary personality but its sub par compared to her looks. Hence, bitch.
Boy, those good looking people sure have a lot of things to live up to, right?
This reminds me of what I read in an articles ages ago. I think I've mentioned it before in this post of OML guys. Maybe. If I didn't, it said that we should treat everyone in the same way. Not judge just from their looks.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Pit Stop One.
Have I mentioned for the past week I've been living in Mamon's room at the hostel? Well, now I'm back home for a pit-stop aka, wash my clothes, get fresh ones and enjoy my own bed for one night before going back. I'll be having few super hectic days as I'll have a paper on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Talk about suicide?
Today's paper went well, I hope I'll get a good grade so I can make up for any bad grades. Talking about today, lack of sleep and nerves led me to a funny(well, it didn't seem so this morning) situation. I was sitting in the hall, about to fill up a slip so I took out my examination slip to check the code and group.
Now, all throughout the semester, I thought it was Regression Analysis when it was actually Fundamental of Regression Analysis. So, with little sleep and coffee in my veins, I got panicked. I saw that I registered two English subjects. I was thinking of cases of people forgetting to register one subject but at least they noticed before they're actually sitting in the hall.
I told my friend, Ekin in a very helpless panicky voice.
"Ekin, I didn't register this subject."
My five friends around me all got wide eyed with the "Oh shit" expression on their faces. I handed Ekin the slip and calm, level headed girl she is, she pointed out the last subject in the list and stated:
"Hanis, I see it."
Bella: You just gave me a mini heart attack.
Naqa: You're panicking Hanis. Calm down.
Yes, Mama and Mokesart laughed when I told them. So did my two other friends. I see the humour in it, now. Thank god my friends took my panic state into consideration so I'm not teased, yet. I'm sure once the guys hear this, I'll be hearing about it all the time.
Oh yes, the house has a new addition to it. What is it?
Its a pretty orange and white 5 month old kitten with no name attached to it yet.
I'm for Marmalade. Or Crookshanks. We'll see. He's staring at me from inside his big cage, resting in of all places, his litter box. I just want to gobble him up.
Today's paper went well, I hope I'll get a good grade so I can make up for any bad grades. Talking about today, lack of sleep and nerves led me to a funny(well, it didn't seem so this morning) situation. I was sitting in the hall, about to fill up a slip so I took out my examination slip to check the code and group.
Now, all throughout the semester, I thought it was Regression Analysis when it was actually Fundamental of Regression Analysis. So, with little sleep and coffee in my veins, I got panicked. I saw that I registered two English subjects. I was thinking of cases of people forgetting to register one subject but at least they noticed before they're actually sitting in the hall.
I told my friend, Ekin in a very helpless panicky voice.
"Ekin, I didn't register this subject."
My five friends around me all got wide eyed with the "Oh shit" expression on their faces. I handed Ekin the slip and calm, level headed girl she is, she pointed out the last subject in the list and stated:
"Hanis, I see it."
Bella: You just gave me a mini heart attack.
Naqa: You're panicking Hanis. Calm down.
Yes, Mama and Mokesart laughed when I told them. So did my two other friends. I see the humour in it, now. Thank god my friends took my panic state into consideration so I'm not teased, yet. I'm sure once the guys hear this, I'll be hearing about it all the time.
Oh yes, the house has a new addition to it. What is it?
Its a pretty orange and white 5 month old kitten with no name attached to it yet.
I'm for Marmalade. Or Crookshanks. We'll see. He's staring at me from inside his big cage, resting in of all places, his litter box. I just want to gobble him up.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Song. Study.
I'm currently studying a subject that I don't really hold dear to my heart. Like a normal person, I'm listening to music while doing the calculations. Of course, there will be songs that I keep repeating over and over that I'm sure people around are glad for the invention of earphones. Here's one song which I seem to love.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
2012 Smells Like Coffee.
I don't believe in aiming high.
I know, what kind of person am I if I don't have dreams? But looking at it from the other side, I'm simply saving myself from dissapointment. Its not like I don't wish to get certain things, I just don't go on about it.
What the heck are you talking about Hanis?
Well, results. For one.
Last semester, some of my classmates went on about how they're aiming to get 3.8 or the dean's list (3.5 and above) while I was minding my business, furiously hoping to not fail a paper, again. So, my aim was simply to pass everything.
Well, I not only wish to pass everything but I'll try as hard as I can to get at least 3.0 so my average would be a pretty thing to look at.
This is the also the reason why I don't have any resolutions for this year. Okay, I have one. I want to be able to usher in 2013. Simple as that. I know if I resolute to lose weight, I'll dissapoint myself. I'll just try to eat healthy, walk a lot and boom, I'll be okay.
Of course, everytime I hope this year would be the year I'll meet the guy meant for me Logan Lerman but if I don't, there's next year. I think he's shy and hiding from me.
Here's a post from last year that still applies today.
I know, what kind of person am I if I don't have dreams? But looking at it from the other side, I'm simply saving myself from dissapointment. Its not like I don't wish to get certain things, I just don't go on about it.
What the heck are you talking about Hanis?
Well, results. For one.
Last semester, some of my classmates went on about how they're aiming to get 3.8 or the dean's list (3.5 and above) while I was minding my business, furiously hoping to not fail a paper, again. So, my aim was simply to pass everything.
Well, I not only wish to pass everything but I'll try as hard as I can to get at least 3.0 so my average would be a pretty thing to look at.
This is the also the reason why I don't have any resolutions for this year. Okay, I have one. I want to be able to usher in 2013. Simple as that. I know if I resolute to lose weight, I'll dissapoint myself. I'll just try to eat healthy, walk a lot and boom, I'll be okay.
Of course, everytime I hope this year would be the year I'll meet
Here's a post from last year that still applies today.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Bye Bye.
2011.
I've decided to do some kind of post reviewing this year. I tried doing it by month but then for some of them, I don't remember a single thing. I tried by choosing a post for each month to represent it, I just couldn't choose.
So here I'am right now, nursing a headache from the sun blinding me through the curtains, the smell of coffee, the lack of sleep(oh please) and my worry concerning my exams.
I've studied 4 hours today, 7 yesterday. I need more. More I tell you. *Get hungry for hours of study* If only I was like this back in highschool. I would be blogging from some country filled with cute Caucasian boys waiting outside my window to take me out to see the fireworks tonight and "Maybe make some of our own, Hanis. Har har har I'm just kidding. I think."
Mokesart is out partying it off with girls under his arms (exxageration). Okay, let me do a review of what I did this year.
- I made new friends.
-I fought with old friends.
-I regained those friends back.
- I went to a beach trip with classmates and rode on the banana boat thingie. Now, if only they'll do it in freshwater.
-I discovered Tumblr.
- I worked for the first time and realised how a person can be racist in such a way you won't even know this.
-I got closer to my old highschool friends.
-I met with someone who's been plaguing my dreams for the past 4 years and discovered that like time, people change.
- I started to enjoy shopping, but in small doses.
- I had a wonderful birthday.
-I won two giveaways, a painting and a charmbracelet.
-I got even more gorgeous than before.(trust me on this)
-I don't even remember the full names of my exes. Wonderful.
-I went to the 3 full face threading sessions within 5 months. (Imagine the pain)
-I participated in NaNoWriMo and I won.
I think that's all. Well, there's plenty more but I can't think of anything else.
With that, I bid farewell to this year, the year of growth, the year of chances, the year of a new start. Do give 2012 a kiss for me on your way out for me, okay? Don't forget to mention that I'm a nice wonderful person.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
What Time Is It? Crunch Time.
My examination schedule this semester was designed with the sole purpose of mentally torturing us. I'm sure they made it while whispering "Crucio" underneath their breaths in between evil laughters. Oh Voldemort must have new recruits in the examination scheduling departments all over the world before he got killed in the battle.
In order to optimise my studying, I'll be leaving for the hostel to bunk in Mamon's room from tommorow until the 12th or so with short visits in between just to get fresh clothes.
I'm taking 5 papers, 5 oh so hard subjects. The first one starts on the 6th of January so I'm sure I'll be ignoring the ushering of the new year. Even as I type this, I just realise we have only 2 more days left of this year. So, the schedule.
6th- Regression Analysis
9th- Actuarial Programming
10th-Risk Modelling
11th- Stochastic
19th- Actuarial Math
I told you its a mental torture. 3 days in a row. I'm sure by the time I hand in my Stochastic' answer booklet, I'll be sporting dark circles under my eyes, muttering to myself about weird scary things and perhaps, daydreaming of a time where I've decided to take a simpler and much easier course.
I'm also sure I'll be falling asleep while rechecking my answers.
It's a custom of mine to make plans before my finals. Like, my usual one would be "I'm going to buy x number of books the day after the last paper."
Its a form of motivation, trust me. This time, I'm in the process of convincing some friends to go to this one Thai restaurant close to our old hostel back in 2009 for a meal after the Stochastic paper. Then, I'll sleep and make a map on my pillow using invisible spit ink.
Other than that, I'll make sure that I'll watch a movie or two before starting my studies for my last paper. I wonder if The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo would be in the cinemas over here by then? I hope so. Here's to studying my ass and brain out with hopes of sanity at the end.
As a way of remembering how I studied last semester, here's a poem I wrote.
Love,
In order to optimise my studying, I'll be leaving for the hostel to bunk in Mamon's room from tommorow until the 12th or so with short visits in between just to get fresh clothes.
I'm taking 5 papers, 5 oh so hard subjects. The first one starts on the 6th of January so I'm sure I'll be ignoring the ushering of the new year. Even as I type this, I just realise we have only 2 more days left of this year. So, the schedule.
6th- Regression Analysis
9th- Actuarial Programming
10th-Risk Modelling
11th- Stochastic
19th- Actuarial Math
I told you its a mental torture. 3 days in a row. I'm sure by the time I hand in my Stochastic' answer booklet, I'll be sporting dark circles under my eyes, muttering to myself about weird scary things and perhaps, daydreaming of a time where I've decided to take a simpler and much easier course.
I'm also sure I'll be falling asleep while rechecking my answers.
It's a custom of mine to make plans before my finals. Like, my usual one would be "I'm going to buy x number of books the day after the last paper."
Its a form of motivation, trust me. This time, I'm in the process of convincing some friends to go to this one Thai restaurant close to our old hostel back in 2009 for a meal after the Stochastic paper. Then, I'll sleep and make a map on my pillow using invisible spit ink.
Other than that, I'll make sure that I'll watch a movie or two before starting my studies for my last paper. I wonder if The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo would be in the cinemas over here by then? I hope so. Here's to studying my ass and brain out with hopes of sanity at the end.
As a way of remembering how I studied last semester, here's a poem I wrote.
Love,
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Trying to be Funny.
I'm currently studying about to start studying the ways to get my man Markov process but then, I just felt I have to share some funny things I've read.
One
Friend: He's not your boyfriend.
Girl: He's just in denial.
Two
Boy: Why do you have a blog full with pictures of me?
Girl: That's from years ago.
Three
Friend: Does he know you like him?
Hanis: Yes. Just not that he's my mother's future son in law.
I told Mokesart the 2nd one, he didn't get it.*roll eyes* I so need to tell it to a girl.
Tell me how can you sleep, How can you breathe, Baby tell me how, How you love me now- Hey Monday.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Will You Tie Yourself to Me?
I watched one of those proposal videos that youtube seems to be infested with. This particular one was posted on Facebook by two friends who were envious of the girl and thought she was the "luckiest" ever. My reaction after the long build-up?
"God, that is so tacky."
I can get why some girls would envy such a grand affair, you know, with all the attention and hey, that must mean he really loves you, right?
Note the sarcasm.
Watching this video made me realised that my reaction to every single proposal video I had themisfortune to watch was along the coast of "God, that is so tacky" and "If it was me, I would be so fucking embarassed."
I just don't get it why you need to enlist people in helping you? Were they there when you fell in love? Did they helped along with that too? and like, its not like you'll be marrying those "helpers" or perhaps even divorcing them one day.
Its just you and the one you love.
I ranted about this to 2 guys and they saw my point of view. I came up with a whole list (a short one) of what you should never do when you're going to propose to me.
One: NO grand affairs. Don't go and waste money on getting some blimp to flash the message, small plane to write it in the sky, billboard, rope in a radio station, put up an ad. Like, I know some would say its the thought that counts but isn't the "Will you marry me?' part the important thought here? I sense a guy who's insecure or just wants to show off when he spends tons of money just to say those four words.
Two: NOT in front of my family. Or your family. Let's cross out crowds in a fancy restaurant or some public place where you asking would eventually put the two of us in the centre of attention. Like, what are you trying to do? Obligating me to say yes?
If the person is decent, they won't say "No, I won't marry you." in front of a crowd who's just waiting for the answer thus making you lose face. They might say yes before telling you fuck no in a more private situation.
THREE: NOTHING tacky. That includes all those putting the ring in some food/drink, scaring the shit out of the person before asking them. and of course, nothing that would be videotaped and put up on youtube.
I told you its a short list.
Mokesart asked me how do I want to be proposed to.
Definitely nothing like in the video.
I want something casual. Private. Maybe during a walk. Or while watching a movie. Perhaps right before the jump in bungee jumping. Something just between me and him. If I can find someone
Before you think this post is some sign of feminism, you're wrong. I'm not into that whole ... thing. I just don't like it when personal moments in life like that are put over the top.
"God, that is so tacky."
I can get why some girls would envy such a grand affair, you know, with all the attention and hey, that must mean he really loves you, right?
Note the sarcasm.
Watching this video made me realised that my reaction to every single proposal video I had the
I just don't get it why you need to enlist people in helping you? Were they there when you fell in love? Did they helped along with that too? and like, its not like you'll be marrying those "helpers" or perhaps even divorcing them one day.
Its just you and the one you love.
I ranted about this to 2 guys and they saw my point of view. I came up with a whole list (a short one) of what you should never do when you're going to propose to me.
One: NO grand affairs. Don't go and waste money on getting some blimp to flash the message, small plane to write it in the sky, billboard, rope in a radio station, put up an ad. Like, I know some would say its the thought that counts but isn't the "Will you marry me?' part the important thought here? I sense a guy who's insecure or just wants to show off when he spends tons of money just to say those four words.
Two: NOT in front of my family. Or your family. Let's cross out crowds in a fancy restaurant or some public place where you asking would eventually put the two of us in the centre of attention. Like, what are you trying to do? Obligating me to say yes?
If the person is decent, they won't say "No, I won't marry you." in front of a crowd who's just waiting for the answer thus making you lose face. They might say yes before telling you fuck no in a more private situation.
THREE: NOTHING tacky. That includes all those putting the ring in some food/drink, scaring the shit out of the person before asking them. and of course, nothing that would be videotaped and put up on youtube.
I told you its a short list.
Mokesart asked me how do I want to be proposed to.
I want something casual. Private. Maybe during a walk. Or while watching a movie. Perhaps right before the jump in bungee jumping. Something just between me and him.
Before you think this post is some sign of feminism, you're wrong. I'm not into that whole ... thing. I just don't like it when personal moments in life like that are put over the top.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Merry Merry Wishes.
Today I read on Facebook where as Muslims, you're not supposed to wish someone Merry Christmas because somehow it brings the meaning "Peace upon Jesus' God" or something like that. I think I've whined enough about this kind of thing.
If you don't believe in what you're saying, it means nothing. I take that from how one want to convert into Islam. If you want to, you'll have to say the shahadah and really mean it. You can say it a billion times but if you don't mean it, you're still not a Muslim.
Its a bit like saying "I love you."
Yes, nod in front of your screen while you think of the drama that comes from saying those three words.
Words are nothing if there's no meaning behind it.
So that is why I'm wishing you guys a Merry Christmas.
In case you were thinking of showing me some love, do remember that I appreciate books, long necklaces and anklets with bells on them.
Mokesart composed a song based on a poem of mine for my gift, I'm in love with it. Now, I just need to find something for him...
If you don't believe in what you're saying, it means nothing. I take that from how one want to convert into Islam. If you want to, you'll have to say the shahadah and really mean it. You can say it a billion times but if you don't mean it, you're still not a Muslim.
Its a bit like saying "I love you."
Yes, nod in front of your screen while you think of the drama that comes from saying those three words.
Words are nothing if there's no meaning behind it.
So that is why I'm wishing you guys a Merry Christmas.
In case you were thinking of showing me some love, do remember that I appreciate books, long necklaces and anklets with bells on them.
Mokesart composed a song based on a poem of mine for my gift, I'm in love with it. Now, I just need to find something for him...
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Honeymoon Plans. I Mean Backpacking.
Most girls have things in common, and one of those things are the answer to "Where do you want to go to for your honeymoon?". Most girls already knew the answer to that by the time they hit high school, no doubt aided by movies/songs/novels.
I knew I wanted to go to Rome ever since I read that one novel which I don't remember now. The resolve was strengthened by certain things and by every year's end, I tell myself I'm going to Rome for my honeymoon, no matter who I marry. But now, well, let me give you a look at a recent convo with Mokesart.
"Where do I want to go to for my honeymoon?"
"Rome." (See how I got him trained *hides from him*)
"If I meet the right guy, I might change that."
That led to him being curious and saying its odd of me to say something like that.(Pffft)
What is the change?
Well, what are the odds a guy would say yes when I ask them to take 3 months off from work after the wedding so we can go backpacking-ish across parts of Europe as our honeymoon?
Okay, let's just assume I'll get apoor sod guy to marry me. What are the odds that he won't go on about the budget? Or the time off from work? (I need to avoid workaholics)
That is why I said, if I meet the right guy.
Once he says yes and on, I'll take out a map and some of those pins that you stick on maps. I'll put a blue one on Rome and will say that will be the last place to go. I'll leave the rest of the planning for the future. The planning is half of the fun, right?
*goes off to check if there's anywhere to go bungee jumping in those possible places*
I want to travel damnit. I don't get people who feels travelling as icky. Like, what the fuck. The world is big with continents and countries. Oceans. Seas. Unless you have a fear, then, well, your loss.
I've heard some people saying how unpatriotic it is of me to want to travel abroad and not in my own country. Well, let me tell you this. God has created various weathers and places, if he didn't want us to see them, he would have made the whole world monotonous.
Seriously, you guys just want to save money/want to be Mr Scrooge but then, you pretend to be like, oh, you're not very supportive of your country dear.
Blergh.
That said, I want to travel. I will one day.
If I don't get married, I'll get hitched to Mokesart and we'll be a travelling couple.
I knew I wanted to go to Rome ever since I read that one novel which I don't remember now. The resolve was strengthened by certain things and by every year's end, I tell myself I'm going to Rome for my honeymoon, no matter who I marry. But now, well, let me give you a look at a recent convo with Mokesart.
"Where do I want to go to for my honeymoon?"
"Rome." (See how I got him trained *hides from him*)
"If I meet the right guy, I might change that."
That led to him being curious and saying its odd of me to say something like that.(Pffft)
What is the change?
Well, what are the odds a guy would say yes when I ask them to take 3 months off from work after the wedding so we can go backpacking-ish across parts of Europe as our honeymoon?
Okay, let's just assume I'll get a
That is why I said, if I meet the right guy.
Once he says yes and on, I'll take out a map and some of those pins that you stick on maps. I'll put a blue one on Rome and will say that will be the last place to go. I'll leave the rest of the planning for the future. The planning is half of the fun, right?
*goes off to check if there's anywhere to go bungee jumping in those possible places*
I want to travel damnit. I don't get people who feels travelling as icky. Like, what the fuck. The world is big with continents and countries. Oceans. Seas. Unless you have a fear, then, well, your loss.
I've heard some people saying how unpatriotic it is of me to want to travel abroad and not in my own country. Well, let me tell you this. God has created various weathers and places, if he didn't want us to see them, he would have made the whole world monotonous.
Seriously, you guys just want to save money/want to be Mr Scrooge but then, you pretend to be like, oh, you're not very supportive of your country dear.
Blergh.
That said, I want to travel. I will one day.
If I don't get married, I'll get hitched to Mokesart and we'll be a travelling couple.
From a Book.
"Because you can want and want and want." She turns away, hugging her knees. I can see the bony line of her spine through her dress. "But if he doesn't want you back ... you might as well wish the sky were red."
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Blogging in Bits and Pieces.
What time is it? Time for Hanis to write things using a list. No, my finals are not here yet. Its approaching though. *hides from it*
1. I'm swamped by assignments. I just want to scream and run away to a swamp with a monster in it. I'll be the maid. Thankfully, the arabicevil video is done. Tommorow, we'll start on the Visual Useless Basic thingie. I know, I got a C+ in this bloody subject years ago.
2. Mokesart is currently editing my half finished novel. He's not complaining, yet. I swear I'll pick it up once I'm done with my finals, bought my I'm-done-with-finals books and perhaps after I start working. *hopes*
3. I overheard Mary J Blige's Family Affair on the radio and realised that I can still somewhat sing along to it word-to-word. Now, I should add that to my resume.
4. Speaking of songs, I got about 80% of the rap in Superbass memorised. Now, that is an accomplishment. Do you think if I sing that to any future crush would they be impressed and find me cute?
5. Bad news, I haven't lose weight since ... September. But good news, I haven't gained any. Do you know what that means to me? Well, I'm always gaining weight but not now. It might mean I've learned to eat smarter :) *dances around*
6. I got a presentation coming up on Thursday. My group's topic is Cannibalism. My particular area is the background of Cannibalism. The other sections are
i)Medical effects of cannibalism
ii)Is cannibalism a plausible solution to world hunger?
iii) Is placenta eating cannibalism?
Yes. People winced when they heard the topic. But hey, at least its interesting, right? I don't really like the normal run-of-the-mill topics. Not that I think its stupid. But I want to learn something new while doing this secondary research paper.
Someone asked me if I'm not grossed out by the research we had to do. To be honest, the 4 of us agreed the article on placenta eating is the one that made us lose our appetites for a while.
Yes, google it. Not while eating.
7. My room is so messsssy. Mama is going to slaughter me.
8. I wrote a ... silly poem yesterday which had a pattern going on with each sentence's(verse?) number of syllables. It went something like
3
5
7
9
7
5
3
For about 4 ... I don't know enough terms here. But you get what I mean. Right?
I showed it to Mokesart and he liked the whole pattern. He didn't say if the content were blah or something. Haha.
9. Last night, I found something worse than Rebecca Black's Friday. I know, I thought that would be an impossible thing. But yes.
10. I realised I'm deeply in love with Katy Perry. If I ever meet her, I'll be screaming the way Sophia Grace did when she metNicki Minaj Katy Perry. (Look at 3.20). I won't be that cute but that would be my excitement level.
11. I'll leave you with this wonderful picture of my feet at some bus stop near my faculty.
1. I'm swamped by assignments. I just want to scream and run away to a swamp with a monster in it. I'll be the maid. Thankfully, the arabic
2. Mokesart is currently editing my half finished novel. He's not complaining, yet. I swear I'll pick it up once I'm done with my finals, bought my I'm-done-with-finals books and perhaps after I start working. *hopes*
3. I overheard Mary J Blige's Family Affair on the radio and realised that I can still somewhat sing along to it word-to-word. Now, I should add that to my resume.
4. Speaking of songs, I got about 80% of the rap in Superbass memorised. Now, that is an accomplishment. Do you think if I sing that to any future crush would they be impressed and find me cute?
5. Bad news, I haven't lose weight since ... September. But good news, I haven't gained any. Do you know what that means to me? Well, I'm always gaining weight but not now. It might mean I've learned to eat smarter :) *dances around*
6. I got a presentation coming up on Thursday. My group's topic is Cannibalism. My particular area is the background of Cannibalism. The other sections are
i)Medical effects of cannibalism
ii)Is cannibalism a plausible solution to world hunger?
iii) Is placenta eating cannibalism?
Yes. People winced when they heard the topic. But hey, at least its interesting, right? I don't really like the normal run-of-the-mill topics. Not that I think its stupid. But I want to learn something new while doing this secondary research paper.
Someone asked me if I'm not grossed out by the research we had to do. To be honest, the 4 of us agreed the article on placenta eating is the one that made us lose our appetites for a while.
Yes, google it. Not while eating.
7. My room is so messsssy. Mama is going to slaughter me.
8. I wrote a ... silly poem yesterday which had a pattern going on with each sentence's(verse?) number of syllables. It went something like
3
5
7
9
7
5
3
For about 4 ... I don't know enough terms here. But you get what I mean. Right?
I showed it to Mokesart and he liked the whole pattern. He didn't say if the content were blah or something. Haha.
9. Last night, I found something worse than Rebecca Black's Friday. I know, I thought that would be an impossible thing. But yes.
10. I realised I'm deeply in love with Katy Perry. If I ever meet her, I'll be screaming the way Sophia Grace did when she met
11. I'll leave you with this wonderful picture of my feet at some bus stop near my faculty.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Challenging My Mind.
So, inspired by Friends' Season 7, Episode 8, also known as "The One Where Chandler Doesn't Like Dogs" I today decided to take a challenge presented by Chandler in the episode and manipulate it.
What was it?
To name all 50 states in the US in 6 minutes.
Since I'm not a resident of said country, nor am I a geography fan so I ommited the time limit.
I told Mokesart about it. He told me to do it then tell him how I did before he took the challenge himself.
I did it this morning, right up while doing a test, while eating before giving up around 3pm.
I got 40.
Mokesart, got 44.
Which are both impressive numbers since we're both non residents of the country. Woohooo.
This brings me to a show I love love love watching.
Cash Cab. Well, the Singapore version where the lovely, delicious, oh god so cute Oli Pettigrew is the host aka driver.
The concept (for those of you who don't know about it) is that you get into a cab and boom, its the cash cab where you get asked random questions, most of the time general knowledge. The first 4 you get right, is worth 50 bucks, then its 100 each. If you get 3 wrong before you get to your destination, you'll get kicked out with no money.
Last night, I spent an hour watching and screaming the answer at the screen.
"If I ever get into the cash cab, the first thing I'll do is kiss the host on the cheek."
"Why the cheek?" - Mokesart
"Because he has the cutest cutest dimple."
Yes, I'll win a fair amount of money if I get in there with either Dad, Mokesart or Eli. Or even Mamon.
Even if I didn't, I'll still get to kiss Oli Pettigrew on the cheek.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Observation Two.
December 5th 5.08 pm - Faculty.
The bad thing about belonging to a faculty that sits on top of a hill is the number of stairs. No matter which way you take, if you're walking, you're getting your daily cardio.
The good thing is the wind we get when we step out of class. There were times I felt like Marilyn Monroe, walking down this one big staircase with the wind teasing my hair and the skirt of my baju kurung.
In the parking lot, there's this mini bazaar going on. I resisted temptation and came away with only 3 slices of chocolate moist cake. Yes, that's me being frugal.
I see a lecturer of mine walking by with one of her sons, a male version of her. From where I'am, I can see the treetops swaying in the wind.
Mama once told me a tip. She told me to look at natural green things, starting from the nearest to the furthest. It will improve your sight, she said. I say its a good stress reliever.
This girl just walked behind me, a corner of her bag hitting me, followed by a half sincere apology. I'm looking at my phone (5.20 pm) waiting for when Dad is going to come and pick me up.
Oh yes, I need to get a bottle of mineral water, mine is nearly empty.
Right now, I'm wondering where to take a picture. The staircase, the treetops of the rolling hills(hah) from the bus stop.
(5.40 pm) Dad just called me, he just left the office. Looks like I'll be here for some time now.
"Dreaming of candy and chocolate, all the bad girls not allowed."
I got my bottle of mineral water, sitting at the faculty's foyer. This multi level place with clusters of round tables here and there.
"Hold me in your arms" is followed by "You think I'm pretty, without any make up on."
I got less than 3 ringgit in my purse and I'm tempted to spend all of them on snacks.
Oh yes, a Malay word for you guys.
Jajan = snacks. Well, it's a slang word. How to pronounce it? Do you know JajaBing of Star Wars? Yes, just add "n" and minus the Bing part (Chandler Bing).
"My heart stopes when you look at me." Ooh, that just gave me an idea for a post( I might write it).
I think I'll do some studying, got a test in 2 days. (5.49pm)
"Can you fix my h-e-a-r-t? Cause its d-a-m-a-g-e-d."
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Link Provided Of Course.
Remember my other blog? The one I don't update often. Well, I just did.
Do go on and spare few minutes to read and comment on it.
Love,
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