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
Just.. nothing new, not much to say, hearts get broken everyday (like mine did.. and where were you when I barnicles fish paste needed you?)
Okay kidding. Haha. Please laugh. Just trying to add some drama to this sexy mama.
For the past weeks of my holiday (still got more than a month to go, freaky darlings) I pretty much sit around, do what I have to, what I don't have to and tear my hair out. I'm aiming for a Homer Simpson look. Not that anyone could admire it.. All in the name of personal satisfaction. We all do it. For the sake of satisfaction, some sing in the bathroom, or buy Spongebob stickers, while some irritate her sister by digging her nose. ^-^
I've also visited the Night Safari (Look at the tigers! Sleeping.. Eh the lions!! Oh sleeping.. Oooooh foxes!! Errr yes, sleeping..), Arts Civilisation Museum (a must go for all Temasek Poly students - free admission minahs and mat!), the Esplanade.. Some pictures have been uploaded, others coming to stores near you soon.
In the past 7 days, I've eaten Chicken Rice three times (you know what they say about too much heaven?), went to the florist four times (something I will never complain about) and cooked twice *chuckles*. Yes ladies, gentlemen and not-so-gentle men, I have begun to cook. Hooray to me. I'm officially a lady now. 0_O
Oh yeah, I wanted to say out load the unavoided irony of buying wallets. When you don't spend as much because it's the holidays and all, you find yourself with an excess amount of money. And when that happens, you find the need to buy a wallet (that, and the fact that your current pink wallet *subconsciously* begs you for retirement)..
and all of the sudden *gasp* you find yourself in front of the wallet stall at a pasar malam. You weren't reeeeally aiming to buy a new wallet. You happen to see this adorable black one, with the booty of a cat in the front.
A cat with an attitude, dude. It practically screams your personality. You just had to buy it..
and all of the sudden *gasp* you realise that in order to keep your money, you have to give them away to the auntie for the adorable, cat-attituded wallet. But you gain personal satisfaction of course.
Wokay. Mom's calling. Off to be the lady that I am and cook. Laters, freaky darlings!!
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!