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
as a matter of fact, i do. in arab, it means the loved one, in malay: kesayangan, in hebrew: grace. but what people dont know is, what hannah reeeeeally means is the psychotic babe who loves soul hunting, flowers, taking photos and patrick star. *grins*>
do you have any pet names? What are they?
hannah baby (uncle. dont ask), hannoneh kepakokeh taik untateh (friend. dont ask), comel (just.. dont ask), minah (quite obvious), tongek (okay. just joking. who dares call me tongek anyway? only tongeks.)
how much money is in your wallet now?
a couple of bucks. and because im such an impulsive buyer (just bought a pair of shoes " buy han. just buy. dont even think about it. regret later. buy now now now") i hide some money around my room. (this part was edited because Lili and Dee might be reading this, thus, my money won't be safe) jeng jeng jeng!!
do you scold in vulgarties?
you know, it's really not something im proud of. truth be told, i have this tendency (during my secondary school years, especially) to mess around with my language. i dont do it nowdays - or at least i try not to. unless im reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally mad. i'd just say it in my head, to get the heat off. like i said, something im not proud of. toilet-scrubbing is a much better way to burn your angst.
do you go clubbin?
like, yeah all the time, dude. im just the type. don't i just look the type? and i dont mean it in a disgracing way, okay? im not being sarcastic here.
do you have any bad habits?
what kinda person are you?
ahhhh perceptions is a deadly thing. the persons who initially thought i'm the nice nice type - would be surprised to find out i always keep a knife behind my back in handy. and the persons who thought i'm a bitchy obnoxious freak with a long face - would be shocked to find out im really not bad. and those who think im just a nice, fun, thoughtful, loving lady - they're usually right.
do you think youre hot/sexy..etc?
i dont think it. i know it. don't puke please.
what is the most hardest thing to say to a person?
the hardest thing to say to a person is how idiotic/pathetic/rude they are. it's not nice and difficult to tell people the truth, but *in simon cow's hunky voice* someone's got to tell them the truth.
do you sleep alone or with your siblings?
my sibling. who, unfortunatel, has a habit of waking up between 12pm-1am, sometimes laughing, sometimes pointing to the well, sometimes shouting at me, but most of them time just talking. to whom, i dare not think about. freaky deaky.
define yourself in one word?
cannot!
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!