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
Six months left till World Cup 2006. I still remember the first match I watched that got me hooked on to soccer. We were at KL in the hotel room, flipping through channels at night, and stopped at Germany vs Ireland. The final score was 1-1 but I couldn't recall which team scored at the 90th minute. I think it was Robbie Keane for Ireland but it could be Michael Ballack for Germany.
Anyways.
I cried when England got knocked out by Ronaldinho, thus my loathing for the Brazilians. Not forgetting that stunt stoopid Rivaldo pulled against Turkey. Pffft.
World Cup Germany 2006:
(I bold and red-ed the teams I'm rooting for)
Group A:
Germany (wonder if last cup's hero Klose will be playing.)
Costa Rica
Poland
Ecuador
Group B:
England (all the way, ah, England!)
Paraguay (last cup, the captain/goalkeeper had a pot belly! =s)
Trinidad & Tobago
Sweden (because ljungberg plays for sweden.)
Group C:
Argentina (booooooooooo!!)
Cote d'Ivoire (eh, what country is this?? haisey..)
Serbia Montenegro
Netherlands (go, nistelrooy go!)
Group D:
Mexico
Iran (ooooooooooh..)
Angola
Portugal (i love their shirt. nice colour. hahah. and figo. and nuno gomes. *sigh*)
Group E:
Italy (my favourite!! but don't think they will win ah.. but go del piero! zambrotta! cannavaro!)
Ghana
USA (i remember landon and brian mcbride)
Czech Republic
Group F:
Brazil (boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!! except to cafu.)
Croatia
Australia (because mark viduka helped bust arsenal once, and united won the league. hahah)
Japan
Group G:
France (booo to thierry but go zidane!)
Switzerland
Korea Republic
Togo (togo??)
Group H:
Spain (casillas, baraja, vicente, raul, luis garcia.. and morientes of course. still remember how he cried when south korea kicked them out last cup)
Ukraine
Tunisia
Saudi Arabia (last cup they got beaten by germany 0-8. ish ish ish..)
My only dismay is Turkey did not qualify. Oh.. my god!! *sob sob*
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!