miss rema erd

hello and welcome and yo.

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.


/ Donate blood @ Outram completed on 23/03/2008
/ 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
/ Get that DSLR i've been drooling for found Colby on 05/05/2008

Confession of the Week
I must confess – I burp a lot. The disgusting thing is, it is usually after I burp that I reliase I’m not suppose to burp when there’s people around. And when there aren’t people around – I must confess – I burp and I burp and I burp.

Dream of the week
I dreamt that Ma’arif is now a boarding school and I was one of the facilitators. Two student-prefects (I can clearly recall one of them; she’s my junior in Sec School) stopped me and accused me of having a *cough* boyfriend. I then retorted by saying, “It ain’t your business, honey.” (Okay I didn’t exactly say that but – hey – it’s MY story. Anyways, then the phone rang, and this little girl asked for someone I didn’t know. Wrong number, I told her. Next I find myself at an Indian stall ordering tulang lembu (cow ribs because I wanted goat ribs and they don’t serve goat ribs), when (ridiculously) I recognised the girl who called earlier (she had a sinister smile on her face) and she was with this two muscle-bounded thugs. The next thing I know, they had a gun in my face.

I snatched the gun from the girl’s hand. The girl then ran away and I shot the two men. Multiple times. In the head. Ie., shoot Guy1, shoot Guy2, shoot shoot Guy1, shoot shoot Guy2. I actually remember thinking, “Shoot again, in case they’re not dead yet.” And the creepiest thing?

I know who the two Guys are, but only after I shot them. I murdered them in my dreams.

Delight of the week
Going out with the Two Jays, and having the juices to write another poem, which was dedicated to Dee, who indirectly gave me the idea.

Discovery of the week
I have this discovered that – truly – to motivate someone, you yourself must be motivated. Ah you might say, “We all know that Han,” but not do I only believe that, I have also proven that theory. With the help of My Mona, of course.

Mona: Kakak, adik nak tengok Kids Central.
Han: Cannot. Kan kakak lagi tengok Amazing Race.
Mona: Alaaaaaa abeh adik boring.
Han: *frowns* Pergi lah main computer.
Mona: *pouts and out on a sad face* Alaaaa tak best!
Han: *forces a smile and an excited voice* Best! Main computer ah go!
Mona: *brightens up and grins* Yay! Main computer!

Voila.

Song of the week
Home, by Michael Buble. I know it’s a little waaaay back in time, but it’s been a while since I’ve last enjoyed his songs, and this week this song and his voice has been in my mind. He soothes me so.

Website of the week
www.funnies.com Some of them really tickled me!

Photo of the week
http://www.flickr.com/photos/miedo/114535075/

broke my fall (0)

There are many reasons why fish sometimes drown. They need oxygen to live, and if they swim into oxygen-depleted waters, they will drown.

John Locke said: Education begins the gentleman,
but reading, good company and reflection
must finish him.


If you can keep your head when all about you
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!

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