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
Mak kau! Thank God no one was watching me or what (I hope no one was. Yelah, siapa nak tengok Han kan). It was so dang embarassing. I tried not to laugh out loud, 'cause it was so funny, yes even to me. Kain aku melorot... Hahahah!
Then cepat2 go toilet and adjusted the belt, after which I headed off to class, and saw Khai, Nurul and Nadiah. So the Malay community in my class is made up of the four of us and Azad. And so we ganged up to be in our Comm Skills group (and most prolly other subjects) together with Corinne, my momo monster. I miss her. =)
Communication Skills was quite interesting. The tutor is Mrs D'Cruz, doesn't smile but knows how to joke. Like me la. The theme of our group name was Street Names. So there's Ulu Pandan la, Durian Road la, Park Lane la. Mine was "Fifth Avenue". Sounds glam eh? Biasa, kak Nadiah kita pilih.
After class, hook up with dearest Waneh and went to ITAS' new canteen. Wah best ah!! Air-conditioned, and ALL the food there Halal, ala Banquet. Got Chicken Rice, claypot, italian, western, Indian, everything!! Today I tried the Chicken Bolognese. Yumm.
Perut da kenyang, then bomb lecture from 12-1230. Then hang around at Library with Wani till 2, and left school. Skali da naik bus no.8, aba called tanya nak tompang tak. Ape lagi, Han pantang kalau aba nak tompangkan. So turun bus, naik kereta, turun kereta.
Then balik, at around 240pm gitu, loncat2 joget2 skejap pasal happy (Dee said I looked nuts but what the heck) then caught twenty minutes worth of zzzz's. Now here I am, nak kene siap 'cause Aba's sending me and the kids to the McDonald's at East Coast. Weeeee!!
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!