miss rema erd

hello and welcome and yo.

i am Hannah (my name's a palindrome).
i am the first daughter of the first daughter of the first daughter.
i love my family deep deep. my favourite red is carmaine.

i also love football, good books, sunsets, grinning babies, poets, photographers, a good intellectual conversation, quirky people, pious bad boys with soft hearts and good minds, happy surprises, the rain, flat shoes, the thought of painting, coffeebean's caramel ice blend, borders (as in the bookstore), bubble tea, and waking up on my own.


/ Donate blood @ Outram completed on 23/03/2008
/ Ice Skate @ Kallang Leisure Park
/ Rollerblade @ ECP
/ Plan a community service project coming up!
/ Enter a photography contest
/ Jog with Tch Rapiah @ Tamp Stadium coming up!
/ Buy an English translation Qura'an
/ Buy the $100 book on the 4 Imams
/ Take up a new skill @ a CC
/ Paint a picture by Singapore River
/ Play paintball @ SDC
/ Go to the Tree Top @ MacRitchie
/ Learn how to (really) ride a horse
/ Plan an event for my old Madrasah
/ Get that DSLR i've been drooling for found Colby on 05/05/2008

This entry is dedicated to my sister, person-to-bitch-with and nag-machine, Diyanah aka Dee aka Nana aka Dooks aka DingDong. Today wasn't the first time she's grumbled about how I never seem to update my blog. I explained that I had written one this morning, a long one, but due to my own stupidity and ignorance, couldn't be posted so. Anyways.

As I had typed earlier in the morning. My dad had a weird dream on Saturday. We were on the way to our usual destination every Saturday night right, and my sisters and I were singing to the nasyid group Raihan, when my dad suddenly chuckled, so naturally I asked why. He said, "Oh, I had a dream just now. Han was in the MRT with two guys. Two gay Indians!!" Wow! I wonder if it will happen in the near future.. Weirder things have happened. Hahah.

Then Sunday morning, went to Ghufran for morning class, and there were this 3 boards of graffiti dedicated to the month of Ramadhan which was way cool. But what was even cooler was that Dee posed for me! Yes, the no-I-don't-want-my-picture-taken, I-don't-look-pretty, I-hate-the-freaking-camera Dee. Unbelievable. Dee, I'm so diddly proud dum of you, diddly Dee da do dang! *wipes away tears*

Today Tok went off to Johor so I pretty much had the household chores to myself, which, before anyone could protest, wasn't much la but hey. Aba giggled when he saw the almost-burnt fishballs I fried this morning. Who knew those things could cook real fast?! I mean, I pop them in, turned my back to peel my patotoes and when I turned to look them, BAM, they were done. Lili was laughing her ass off. Thanks dearie, you're the bestest giggly-gum.

I'm almost bored stiff at home, but mom dearest brought back a couple of books so I guess they could prolong my death. Running out of ideas, Dee. Next time I'm gonna bring around a notepad with me so whenever I have something to say, I'll write it down for you.

Till then my oh-diddly-dum-dee-doo-daa.. Hang in there. (I think Cik Anis' song getting to me ah. Heehee)

broke my fall (0)

There are many reasons why fish sometimes drown. They need oxygen to live, and if they swim into oxygen-depleted waters, they will drown.

John Locke said: Education begins the gentleman,
but reading, good company and reflection
must finish him.


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

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