miss rema erd
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.
/ 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
/
caveat lector
Then gedebak gedebuk, I sat down staring at the comp wondering what the heck am I to do next. So I looked around my comp and discovered this program, Windows Movie Maker, and started to play around with it. So that's how Fit did the movie thingie for me! Now I know.. Basically you just put in your pictures and images, then create effects and transitions. Voila. Yek elleh.. So that's what I did till 315, when I got ready to go cycling. At 330 go down to fetch Wani, then yada yada bla bla bla gedebak gedebuk, we ended up walking to Pasir Ris Park instead, taking the usual Sungei Api Api route. We set foot on the beach at around 4pm, so it was a nice 15 minutes walk. The sun was forgiving, the wind was blowing, the company was good, so I had no complaints. Normally, with a camera in hand, I don't complain much. Wani is still holding on to Fizon's camera. *chuckles*
Wani sat on the sand while I walked along the shore taking pictures, and met some interesting characters. I won't bore you with the deets, but the craziest thing that could happen, happened. Okay la maybe that's exaggerating it a bit but oh well. There was this pakcik fishing, and he was sitting there and the scenery behind him was painfully beautiful, so I got up and asked whether I could take his picture. I snapped three of them, and was pleased. So when Wani and I got up to head to Pasir Ris Int, there came a woman on a bicycle, who had this Indon accent I think, who said she didn't like people taking pictures of her guy. Kalau ikut hati, I would have grumbled, but being the being that I am, I said, oh ok ok, and I deleted those pictures. They were beautiful.. So then Wani and I made our way to the Int, where we had drinks and then we set for home.
Anyways. Today, is another story. Urgh but I'm so tired right now. So I guess I'll have to type it some other day. Till then, take care. Whoever's reading. Wherever you are. Remember that life is short, so treat people with kindness, so they would remember you with kindness. Love all, trust few, do wrong to none. If people do wrong to you, don't sweat it. What goes around shall come around. If I die tomorrow, know that I died a happy and satisfied girl, 'cause everything is going alright, I love and I feel loved, and dad just bought a digital camera. *sigh*
broke my fall (0)
sapienta
but reading, good company and reflection
must finish him.
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!