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
SOMEONE: Kak, tengok.
Han: *Turned around to look at SOMEONE*
SOMEONE: *pushes hard with face scrunched up* *POOOOOOOT* (She kentot-ed).
Nice one, SOMEONE. I envy you. Hahahah that girl really made me laugh. I swear she is the bane of my very existence, being both a miracle and a nuisance to me, as are a handful of people in my measly 18-year-old life. Note that I say that with utmost adoration and a pinch of irritation. Hahah.
Oh if you're wondering who that SOMEONE is.. give me a call. ^ - ^
Today, I wrote my first sonnet EVER. Like, I've always wanted to write sonnets, but it has always been pretty (sucky) hard, and not that this one is any better but I like it. Titled it "Yes It's True, I Left You".
Oh yesterday was funny. Mama was bising-bising at us:
Mama: Han, gosok baju. Dee, pergi dapur dapur dapur.
Han: *laughs* Ma, why like that??
Mama: Nak cakap ngan adek kau tu kene echo echo echo. Jadi dia dengar dengar dengar.
Han: *laughs*
Mama: Dia kan memang gitu gitu gitu.
Han: *rolls on the floor laughing*
Mama: Da kenapa dengan kau kau kau?
Hahahah! Funny ah, Ma. She had to arrange the flowers after all, saying that I suck at it. Hee! I still think the purple flowers shouldn't be there, Ma. =D
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!