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
Dang. Ain't life's a crawl when you've got nothing going on for you? Yesterday HRM class was a bit embarrassing. Out of the five group members, only me and Nadiah turned up. Not that I'm blaming them or what; they have their reasons for not turning up. Thank God the two of us came prepared, or I'd just turn red like a tomato.
My sister Dee loves tomatoes. I love potatoes. ANYTHING potatoes. That's why I like Waneh so much; she's a couch potato. ^-^ (And Wani, before you strangle me, I just want to take this opportunity to say that you've been a truly great friend la. What would I do without you, my Aunt Bunny Wani??)
Lizie Bizie called up last night for some soul-sharing session (try saying that fast three times!!). I guess this is the first time in my life that we reeeeally understand each other. Back then, it used to be dang-I-don't-understand-you-but-you're-still-my-bestfriend kinda thingie. And now.. How ironic.. Anyways. We discussed about going out raya with the Old Maids co. Me, her, Fiza, Amy, Hauwa and Hajar next Sunday? (Ja?) Something to look forward to. This Saturday going with my Mentors so I wouldn't drown in my bored-ness.
Missing my frog. (reb-bet)
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!