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
Anyways. Today school supposedly starts at 330 but I had my Human Resource consultation meeting at 1000. Khai came with a sprained ankle, poor girl. She was limping all the way and it was painful just seeing her limp like that. Hmm, the small things we take for granted in life. Like having me in your life. Hahah.
The consultation was near rubbish. We went there to look for answers. Instead, we left with even more questions, long faces, and a smiling-but-pissed-off Azad. *chuckles* Then we went to the library and I crapped around a bit, do nothing, then ate lunch, went for class, got home. Bla bla.
Yesterday I got the shortest haircut I've ever had in my life (not counting the cukur rambut ritual when I was the cutest little baby). Cut it till between my shoulders and ears, and for the first time, I had it layered. Bye bye, bushy hair. My head feels so much later, I fear it would pop off and float away..
Then today, action ah go shop buy hair gel (impulse thingie - I'm horribly uncontrollably impulsive at times) and somehow it's not working. I think my hair needs superglue to keep it in place ah.
But whattheheck, the gel smells nice though. ^-^
Before I got back today, aba told me that Lili's friends came over and used my room for prayers so I called them:
"Wei, I'm reaching home, and if I find my room in a mess, someone's gonna DIE."
Song playing in blog is Berhenti Berharap by Sheila on 7. Somehow, I've always thought them as a boring group. Yes yes, my mistake. Thanks, Waneh, for introducing me to the song. And no. I did not have the chance to murder anyone, in case you're wondering.
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!