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
Why, when I'm all happy and cheery, all smiley and in a hey-what-a-gorgeous-day-today mood, WHY do my sisters have to ruin it the SAME way all over again?
Why my room??
You guys got you freaking room and your own freaking computer. I mean, I don't mind at all if you wanna use my comp when I'm away. Go ahead.
BUT
Do you have to EAT IN MY ROOM when you know I HATE THAT??
Do you have to mess with MY ROSE! My rose! How could you even TOUCH it. Eventhough it's wilting and all, YOU CANNOT TOUCH MY FLOWER.
Do you have to take your tudung and clothes off in my room??
Do you have to leave your things all over the floor?
I don't think so. Sorry, had to get that out.
Nevertheless, I had a good time throwing their junk out my bedroom door. *amek kau* Other than that, I still love you irritating ducks who pretend to be my sisters. You just get to me sometimes. Heh.
Otherwise.
The day was pretty fantastic. Considering. =) Ta!
Btw, Waneh, if you're reading this, just want to let you know that when I pasted the music code onto my blog, I had you in mind, 'cause I know just how much you love this song. And need I remind you that I'm only one call away?
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!