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

See, just for Wani, Han updates her blog. Sigh. The things I do for you ah.. *lol* Hahah me dad is permissing me and I-miss-the-computer Dee to, well, play the comp. Weeee. So ok ok here goes. (Btw, I actually wrote down everything that has happened for the last few days on a piece of paper so I won't forget what to blog here. Hahah)

Tuesday, 4th Oct

Urm, not much to say. Only: hearts get broken everyday. Hahah naaaah. Someone lost dia punya handphone, so someone was heartbroken. But someone is strong right, so someone must tahan la! Heheh. Then today Maimunah gave us a whole packet of popcorn. The same as the one at Jupiter Cafe ah Wani, only hers so salty man. How come ah? She didn't put butter isit? One day must buy ah... Nyum. Tuesday night when to Masjid to do terawih. Remember I forecasted what some people would say when they see me? Man I'm good. Everything I said would be asked was asked sey. It's like, God, I'm psychic! Haiz, well what can I say. With great power comes great responsibility... *rotfl*

Seeing all the people was great ah. Their names flying by in my head but there are so many of them, no need ah. The only people I haven't met yet is Jannah and her mom. Her mom always hug and kiss me whenever she sees me, so I was pretty sad not to see her. Haiz. There's this one makcik, I've always thought that she doesn't like me or something, 'cause I always ajak her daughters to play with me (last year, batu serembat was the "in" thing at the masjid), but when I salam the makcik that night, she was like, "Hannah! Apa khabar?" Then she hugged and muakz muakz muakz. I think I was blushing ah. "Erm, khabar baik cik. Cik apa khabar? Ahmad mana, tak naik?" She laughed, "Ahmad, da besar da, takkan nak naik." Ahmad is eight-years-old, btw.

Wednesday, 5th Oct

First day of Ramadhan. Cheh. Pre-Ramadhan, my goal was to hafal Juz 'Amma, but then Dee and aba was planning to khatam Quraan this Ramadhan, insya Allah, so I'll be joining them. Currently going one Juz per day, but gotta read more ah. Skali red light.. Susah. Anyways. I joined the people in the Quraan room. Previous years I helped around the coaching the little ones in their muqaddam, but this year there seems to be lots of makcik guiding the kids, so I sat one corner to read on my own. Wee.

Thursday, 6th Oct

Went to school to meet up with the mentors to do yada yada Mentor stuff. Met Jan, Khai, Nadia fairy, Shaf, Robby, etc. Gerek people. Orang bulan Ramadhan makin baik, but it seemed as if we went the other way round *chuckles*. Was nice seeing Robby; I miss bullying him and kena bully back. Kah. After bout half an hour of sitting around, I went to Bedok Reservoir, to take some pics. It was quiet, with the usual uncle-on-a-bike cycling around. I was holding on the camera and handphone, praying that no one would try to rob me or anything. If they try ah.. Where am I going to hide their bodies? As I was walking walking walking, ada orang tu worried sey! "Eh kau baik2 tu jalan sorang2, nanti kau pengsan kat situ, takde orang tahu camne?" Awww *touched*.

At 1015 I left school and walked to Wani's block, arriving right on the dot at 1030. Then we walked to Tamp MRT, bitching about how my-mother-needs-to-use-the-camera-ASAP Haffiz has changed, that jerk. Make Wani walk all the way to his house when she's sick. Urgh. Kk *As-Sabr minal Iimaaan*

Anyways. I really had fun ah. We played Checkers+Confessions. It was a laugh. After each move made, we were asked a question. For example, I move my checker, Wani will ask, "If you can have one pet, what would it be?"

"A horse!" I said.
"Horse? Kau nak simpan kat mane??" Wani retorted.
"Alaaa. Tak kisah ah. Abeh kau, what pet?"
"Pony!"
-_-

Anyways. Gerek ah. Some questions made us ponder and reflective, some made us sad and wondering about the future, but most made us giggle like secondary school girls. Eh wait wait. Made Wani giggle like a secondary school girl. I chuckled like any lady would. *chuckles*

That night the whole family went to the mosque by bus 'cause the car was in the workshop. Aba said that this was the first time the whole family took a bus ride together. We sat at the seats facing each other. I wished I brought the camera along.

Friday, 7th Oct

Pretty much slacked around the house doing, oh, nothing. Friday night the Imam's recitation of the Quraan was so nice. Sigh. Michael Buble pon kalah. Then at night watched Survivor. Bobby Jon's group won the immunity challenge *squels with joy* hahah.

Saturday, 8th Oct

It rained while I was on the way to the last Mentoring session at White Sands Primary School. I didn't bring the umbrella, and it was a long way from the bus stop to the school, so I half-walked, quarter-skipped and quarter-ran. Fun. I love the rain. Except that it made my tudung wiggly-waggly. I arrived like five minutes late, and I didn't know that a lot of people had already turned up, and when I walked into the mini-audi, Khai was like "HAN!" and i was like *gasp* and stopped dead in my tracks, everyone watching me. Paisey. Michelle wasn't coming, so I was in-charge of the Pri6 students, which was why Khai said HAN!

Less than half of my mentees turned up but it was fun ah. Khairi dragged some of his friends along, so there was about... 9 students. Not bad. Played Truth or Dare, then we closed the lights of the classroom and sat in a circle, telling ghost stories. Q had really cool ones. Earlier, I teased him, "Q, da hafal surah al-falaq blom?" Twas funny. Thursday night, he had led the Witr prayers in the Quraan room, and forgot half the al-Falaq surah. Hee. Nervous tu!

Urgh I'm gonna miss my mentees ah. Two of them, Sufiah and Syakilah, even bought Me and Jan presents, which was a bit embarassing ah. Mentee give mentor present, mentor never give anything. It was so thoughtful of them , I was on the verge of tears. Hmm.

Then in the afternoon, Am called. He's back from camp and his voice was different. "I know," he said, "Hoarse and sexy right?" *gag gag gag* Peh. Still the same humble Am. Hahah. At night went to Nyayi's to buka puasa. Nyayi had mee soto for us. "Ah ni Dee nye pasal ah, Nyayi nak masak mee goreng ke, mee hoon, abeh Dee nak mee sop!" Heheh. I had second helpings. Nice ah. At night went to terawih, met Kak Yaty. She's so much prettier than I remembered. =)

K ah. That's it. So tired. Ramadhan mubaarak people!!

PS/ If somehow Mus gets to read this, I'm really dissapointed in you girl, and sad at how you're treating my sister. I hope that you would talk about it with her, instead of bitching about it behind her back.. Yeah.

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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