Hi. Its Hannah incase you've forgotten. Holidays are in, and, yes, finally I am able to turn on the blasted internet! -- well, sorta. The connection is still as lousy as ever, and even now, as I'm typing this, the fear that the internet connection will somehow disable and I will be forced to retype everything I just did does not linger.
Anyways, I know I haven't been able to post much beforehand. Fact is, my daily ritual of five-hour naps and 11 hours surfing the net are (hopefully) long gone. I've been pushing myself -- for these past few days, atleast -- to wake up and get something done, eversince I had seen this episode of Oprah (what the hell are you looking at?!). Now I'm busy tending to my new (sort of. I got her a few months back) pet rabbit, Molly Mols Mo-Moi Velveteen Spotter (we had difficulty picking one name), who, at this moment, is going through rabbit pregnancy. But, hey, we'll get to THAT later. Today, let me tell you about a little thing that happened to myself, my father, and both my sisters during an unplanned trip to KLCC...
The story begins on a stormy Wednesday night... Well, not really. It was actually a Sunday afternoon and the sun was actually high and generous -- but, hey! A story this dramatic demands a cliche' opening.
So, ahem, back to my story...
The time was 9pm (1pm actual time). The day was Wednesday (Sunday). The scene? Dark clouds loomed over local sky-scrapers, their bellies filled with the prospect of rain. Lighting was shearing through the sky. The earth was growling; almost as if it were alive; like a wild cat, ready to pounce on its prey... us...
Too dramatic?
Okay, fine.
It was a sunny afternoon. My mum had been to a fashion show my aunt was participating (do people "participate in fashion shows? Maybe I should have used the word, "involved" instead. Yeah. That sounds more right) -- ahem -- INVOLVED in. For some reason, my sisters and I were forced to stay back with my dad. We waited for about 3 hours or so before we decided to pick my mum up from the mall. So, off we went. Into the heart of the big (small, in international sizes, I suppose) city. My sisters were chatting happily. Everything was hunky-dory when...
BOOM!
We were stuck in some sort of escape route somewhere inside the mall.
Frustrated, pissed, and a little bit (yes, I admit it) worried, my dad phoned for help (he called mum). A couple who had innoccently followed us in (Note to Readers: NEVER follow me/any members of my family through suspicious looking doors) were trapped along side us. Red-faced and sweating after walking for (what seemed to me) like miles, I paced the staircase along with my sister.
The other guy who was stuck with us (the boyfriend of the girl who, together, made up a couple -- so sue me, I'm bad at this) broke the emergency phone in a, might I choose to express, very heroic way to most probably woo his ecstatic girlfriend, before phoning the security guards.
A while later and we were out and about. With such trivial matters out of my mind, I was then able to focus intently on much more important matters -- like, SHOPPING!
Cough. Seriously folks. I kid.
However, I DID manage to bag myself these awesome pair of jeans/trousers/whatever-you-call-it-it's-meant-for-the-legs from RadioActive, and a totally rockin' (wait for it) book called The Black Tattoo.
Now, I have a great hat, trousers, shirt and over-shirt (jacket?) to add to my collection of odds-and-ends-found-in-my-closet. All I really need to complete this look would be... hmm... the BODY to fit it in.
I have to, unfortunately, lose a few pounds before I'm able to actually go in public without freaking out ever again, so I've (and my mother, I expect) taken the liberty of charging myself with a tone of work to do during the holidays. And not just the sleep-and-eat type work either. The eat-right-stay-fit-exercise-carry a bunch of heavy stuff around type work.
Sounds like the end is coming, now, doesn't it? This, you may say to yourself, would be the perfect time to spring out of the little hidey-hole and yell, "P'unked!", but I'm actually pretty darned serious. The only matter now would be how long I'd actually be sticking to this, "brilliant scheme" of mine.
And did I tell ya what happened AFTER the trip to KLCC?
At home, after a bath and PJs, I found my baby bun, Molly-Mol, was busy pulling fur out of my mother's poor, distressed old sheep rug. We (by we, I mean my sister and I) thought of it as nothing at first, but we soon found Molly to be sneaking these globs of stolen fur into a little "hidey-hole" of her own.
Molly was pregnant and was busy building a nest!!
You can't believe how terribly scared I was. I actually sat there, downstairs, til after midnight, thinking of ways to deal with Molly's new litter. I was -- picture this -- literally running, "O.M.G., O.M.G.!" all night before my mother decided to lend me the idea of buying a new pet cage and leaving M0ls outdoors to build a nest.
God. I was actually so relieved with the idea, that I actually didn't mind the snide comment that came free with the help, "Can't you do anything without my help? Honestly. You're just like your dad. Try to think a little, why don't you!"
The next day (day after the day I went to KLCC. Tuesday, for short), I pujuk-ed my dad to buy Mols a new pet cage. I actually bargained my allowance for the whole year -- plus my birthday cash and raya money! -- for a cage. So, yes, finally, he succumbed, and by the day after, Molly had gotten herself a new cage, new carrier, new food-bowl, new bedding, AND new flea-spray, which cost me about.... say, RM245?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Now, folks, I am a hundred and one percent B.R.O.K.E. Not to mention, sweating like a pig. We were forced to clear out, mop, dry, sweep, re-arrange, sort-through the pile of junk we had dumped on our porch just to find a suitable place for the darned cage. I hope you're happy, Mols!!
But, seriously, folks. I'm fine with it. I'll spend 245 and more for my baby bun, Molly-Mols -- which is, might I add, almost the complete opposite of how Hajer treats her rabbit, Bilbo a-Bil A-BoBo' Bil (Bilbo has many names, and, just like Molly, we couldn't decide a proper one). With Bilbo, its all about the discipline. If Bilbo's on the couch, it'll get a shoutin' and immediately a pull down to the floor. If Bilbo decides to chew of newspaper, Hajer will make sure it gets its punishment. Not to mention, she almost always talks about cooking rabbit in front of the strangely intelligent yet highly nonchalant rabbit.
Now, Molly, however, is pretty much trained to come when called. She doesn't bite and almost never grunts or charges. She doesn't jump on furniture and she loves to play. She flops almost every day, though she is afraid of Hajer and she DOES have her cons.
Wanna know about her downsides? Well, me neither. I've gotta save and post this thing up before I reach I go overly overboard (which, I bet, I all ready have).
Hate to end it so abrubtly after SUCH a long post, but, seeya.
PS: I posted in a new amv on YouTube. Its called NejiSakuSasu- Face Down. My username is thenewmastercreater. Rate and comment, folks!
PPS: Thanks a lot for "begging to differ" towards my previous post. Though I still do consider myself a humongous loser, the fact that people know I exist is a prize all in its own (beggars, after all, can't be choosers).
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Reasons Why
...I'm a loser...
1) No one celebrates my birthday.
2) Almost 75% of my life is spent in front of the computer screen.
3) I talk to myself when I'm alone.
4) Even my alter ego has more of a life than I do.
5) I do not "camwhore".
6) Even my rabbit hates me.
7) I make AMVs.
8) I still listen to 90s music.
9) I have crushes on the non-existent.
10) People scare me.
11) I do not hold wild par-tays.
12) I do not get invited to wild par-tays.
13) I have to re-introduce myself each time I try to add someone on Friendster.
14) I envision myself as a whole different person.
15) No one likes me.
16) I am so unpopular that I don't even have enemies.
17) I hate answering the phone...
18) ...though the number of phonecalls I get is close to non-existent.
19) I get nervous around other people.
20) I'm fat and lazy and haven't even gotten round to doing something about it.
21) If ever my picture shows up somewhere, no one would notice.
22) People forget I exist.
23) Rock music scares me.
24) Barbie dolls scare me.
25) I'm so pathetic that I even cry in my sleep.
26) No one bothers to say hi to me.
27) I use a Nokia 8310 model.
28) I am an individual.
29) I do not succumb to the latest trends.
30) I have no friends.
31) I am blur.
32) No one bothers to tell me anything.
33) My words are mostly ignored.
34) Even my mother doesn't listen to what I have to say.
35) I have been wearing the same shirt 6 days in a row.
36) My hair is always in bad condition.
37) I feel awkward even around my family.
38) I still hope Britney Spears will get her groove back someday.
39) My love life is so non-existent, that I am forced to pair up fictional characters and make stories about them through FanFiction.
40) Even I hate myself.
1) No one celebrates my birthday.
2) Almost 75% of my life is spent in front of the computer screen.
3) I talk to myself when I'm alone.
4) Even my alter ego has more of a life than I do.
5) I do not "camwhore".
6) Even my rabbit hates me.
7) I make AMVs.
8) I still listen to 90s music.
9) I have crushes on the non-existent.
10) People scare me.
11) I do not hold wild par-tays.
12) I do not get invited to wild par-tays.
13) I have to re-introduce myself each time I try to add someone on Friendster.
14) I envision myself as a whole different person.
15) No one likes me.
16) I am so unpopular that I don't even have enemies.
17) I hate answering the phone...
18) ...though the number of phonecalls I get is close to non-existent.
19) I get nervous around other people.
20) I'm fat and lazy and haven't even gotten round to doing something about it.
21) If ever my picture shows up somewhere, no one would notice.
22) People forget I exist.
23) Rock music scares me.
24) Barbie dolls scare me.
25) I'm so pathetic that I even cry in my sleep.
26) No one bothers to say hi to me.
27) I use a Nokia 8310 model.
28) I am an individual.
29) I do not succumb to the latest trends.
30) I have no friends.
31) I am blur.
32) No one bothers to tell me anything.
33) My words are mostly ignored.
34) Even my mother doesn't listen to what I have to say.
35) I have been wearing the same shirt 6 days in a row.
36) My hair is always in bad condition.
37) I feel awkward even around my family.
38) I still hope Britney Spears will get her groove back someday.
39) My love life is so non-existent, that I am forced to pair up fictional characters and make stories about them through FanFiction.
40) Even I hate myself.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Kakashi Gaiden 1 Full Color Chapter [ Naruto Music + SFX ]
The BEST video effects EVER. I love this...
Friday, September 21, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Hajer!
Bla and Lau! This is Hajer. I think! HEHEHEHEHEHE... Heh. Hannah is not typing right now because she is a FOO' and FOO's like to sleep on the job! >.< Always sleeping on the job!! GRRR! FOO's nowadays are such wierd-O's! Like this time where my FOO' sister.. erm.. erm.. I CAN'T REMEMBER! Heeeenngg! I have short memory loss. Hehe. Oh yeah, last night my cousins came over to our house for Berbuka! Teng, teng, teng!!! Heh. We had PIZZA! Yahoo! So very tasty! Muuuuuuugghhh! Very tasty cheese pizza! Mue, mue, mue, mue mue mue! We also had Nasi Briani (is that how ya spell it?). I had TWO slices of pizza ONLY, at first. And then, later after me and Kakak were in the room, I felt like i NEEDED pizza because so very tasty! Ma'! I can't tell you the rest of the story because it's too emberassing! Hehehehe. No one will ever know... We also watched Die Hard 4.0. It was pretty good, pretty good. It's like 100% action! Coolio, dude! Hehe. Me, Daddy and Mommy kept teasing the movie because Bruce Willis (i think thats how ta spell it) will never die in the movie! lol. "The dead come back to life. To the parying mother and the worried father, let your children go! They com back they'll come home stronger and if they don't you'll know!!!" That's what they said in the song The River by Good Charlotte! YAHOOi! hehe. Well, I G-2-G, yo! Heing heing heing heing heing heing! No really, I gotta go.. BYE! Ja mata!
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Naruto Konoha Nin- Life is a Highway
The song is from Rascal Flatts, Life is a Highway. I didn't sleep for ages doing this. Posted on my blog for your viewing pleasure! Please comment (through my CBox, if you'd like)!
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Third Time's the Charm
WARNING! Fanfiction! I repeat: FANFICTION!
Author's Note: You may be wondering, 'Why post this on a blog when you've obviously got Fanfiction.net?', right? Well, my answer is simple: I have no idea. I just wanted to fill up my blog with unrealistic crap and make it sound a tad more dramatic. This fic, by far, is one of my faves. Not too rough, but not mushy either. One-sided SasuSaku.... sort of.
PS: If you've checked out my video (post: SasuSaku- What I've Done), then this would explain a lot. Sakura's POV. I'll do Sasuke's later on. A good idea would be to read while listening to the soundtrack!
Category: Naruto (Anime/Manga).
Genre: Romance.
Pairing: Sakura and Sasuke (somewhat onesided).
Third Time’s the Charm
Rain was pouring down upon the streets of Konoha, Village of the Hidden Leaf. The sun, that usually shone brightly in the cloudless blue sky, was now no where to be seen – probably hidden amongst the thick, grey, thunderclouds; filtered of any light that would usually shine downwards. Where most people – ninja and civillian alike – took this bad weather as an indication to scurry along indoors, one angry, pink haired kunoichi stood alone outside; drenched to the bone in rain-water; face set and determined as she crashed her numb fists into the thick, sturdy bark of a great oak-tree.
The first time I confessed my love to him... he brushed me aside... called me... “annoying”.
The young kunoichi’s nose scrunched up prettily as she felt some wood dig into her reddened flesh. Rain and tears blurred her vision of the destructed oak; her petal pink hair, usually neatly framing her fair, delicate face, now jutted out in odd angles and stuck to her flushed cheeks in a distracting manner. This, and the fact that she was shivering with cold, did not bother her as she continued to crash her knuckles into the distressed tree with brutal force.
I was hurt at first; after all, who wouldn’t be hurt when the love of your life turns you away like some speck of dust on the grime-coated floor? To be pushed aside, pathetically, unworthy of the affection that you strived and thirsted for – it would be enough to drive anyone to the point of insanity...
Slam!
Small fists, usually tidily folded behind the small of her back, were now slamming deeper and deeper into the tree trunk. A crack was all she received upon her first few punches, blisters, so many, red and fierce, took no mercy to the weeping, fuming young woman.
...It was strange though; how I presisted through those days. I had gone through so many emotional break-downs... and yet... was willing to take one more every single time.
Slam!
The wood of the bark cracked again, and this time, with it, so did her knuckles. The woman cursed, seeing as how she had drawn red liquid with that previous throw. It stung badly, and for a second there, she had almost considered giving up... and yet...
Slam!
I always considered myself a proud kunoichi. Strong, if you must. I was one of the top students back then. Excellent in grades and perfect when it came to handling chakra-infused attacks. Yet, still, after a while I realized... if I was such a proud ninja... why was I always drifting behind? Watching, never moving. Cheering, never fighting. Analyzing, never doing. It was then that I came to a conclusion that I was, it seemed, weak.
Slam!
Tears. They stung more that the splinters, or the cuts, or the blisters ever would. And why? Why would the salty taste and the blurry-vision always induce this sort of weakness upon her? She had wept hundreds of times… for him especially, it seems... shouldn’t she be used to it by now?
Slam!
Shouldn’t the tears, now, after years of drawing them forth, and feeling them stream down her warm, flushed cheeks, give her a sense of familiarity? She should be unnafected by now...
Slam!
...right?
Slam!
I had worked harder, if not by a little bit, when I had come to such a conclusion. I was still behind, of course... but some progress was made, and with that, I was happy. Not proud any longer, no. I didn’t deserve to be proud. What with my fellow teamates, one of which I loved so deeply, were both strong and far ahead of me; all I could do was... walk along with them. Try to keep up.
Slam!
High up above, from atop the little kunoichi, and protected from behind a layer of glass, the eyes of a much older woman – warm with appraise, yet fierce with power and wisdom – watched as the young woman she deemed apprentice continued her pointless onslaught against the innocent tree. The older woman’s (Tsunade, it seems, is her name) lips were parted with a sigh, yet she made no move to cease her apprentice’s hard determination.
Slam!
The second time I confessed my love to him seemed like years later, though perhaps, it was only a few months. I had cried back then, too. I had cried and screamed, pleading like the prideless fool I was. I had even gone to the point of offering all I had. I tried all that I could, knowing, for a fact, that I had nothing precious to offer him.
Slam!
I remember his eyes. So hard with the thought of revenge. I had thrown myself to him, enveloping his broad, stiff shoulders with my own weak arms, wishing with what little might I had, that I could take all his anger away.
Slam!
That was the second time.
Slam!
I muse now... three months since his leave... how would the third time be?
Slam!
Would I be stronger then? Would he turn me away like he did both times before? Would he accept me?
Slam!
All I know is... for him, I’m willing to give a million and more third chances.
Slam!
The final blow was the strongest, and during that moment of set priorities, the tree had broken down all together, falling apart like mere twigs from the great oak it used to be, and scattering around the no longer crying girl like petals worthy of her name...
Sakura.
After all... third time’s the charm, right?
Author's Note: You may be wondering, 'Why post this on a blog when you've obviously got Fanfiction.net?', right? Well, my answer is simple: I have no idea. I just wanted to fill up my blog with unrealistic crap and make it sound a tad more dramatic. This fic, by far, is one of my faves. Not too rough, but not mushy either. One-sided SasuSaku.... sort of.
PS: If you've checked out my video (post: SasuSaku- What I've Done), then this would explain a lot. Sakura's POV. I'll do Sasuke's later on. A good idea would be to read while listening to the soundtrack!
Category: Naruto (Anime/Manga).
Genre: Romance.
Pairing: Sakura and Sasuke (somewhat onesided).
Third Time’s the Charm
Rain was pouring down upon the streets of Konoha, Village of the Hidden Leaf. The sun, that usually shone brightly in the cloudless blue sky, was now no where to be seen – probably hidden amongst the thick, grey, thunderclouds; filtered of any light that would usually shine downwards. Where most people – ninja and civillian alike – took this bad weather as an indication to scurry along indoors, one angry, pink haired kunoichi stood alone outside; drenched to the bone in rain-water; face set and determined as she crashed her numb fists into the thick, sturdy bark of a great oak-tree.
The first time I confessed my love to him... he brushed me aside... called me... “annoying”.
The young kunoichi’s nose scrunched up prettily as she felt some wood dig into her reddened flesh. Rain and tears blurred her vision of the destructed oak; her petal pink hair, usually neatly framing her fair, delicate face, now jutted out in odd angles and stuck to her flushed cheeks in a distracting manner. This, and the fact that she was shivering with cold, did not bother her as she continued to crash her knuckles into the distressed tree with brutal force.
I was hurt at first; after all, who wouldn’t be hurt when the love of your life turns you away like some speck of dust on the grime-coated floor? To be pushed aside, pathetically, unworthy of the affection that you strived and thirsted for – it would be enough to drive anyone to the point of insanity...
Slam!
Small fists, usually tidily folded behind the small of her back, were now slamming deeper and deeper into the tree trunk. A crack was all she received upon her first few punches, blisters, so many, red and fierce, took no mercy to the weeping, fuming young woman.
...It was strange though; how I presisted through those days. I had gone through so many emotional break-downs... and yet... was willing to take one more every single time.
Slam!
The wood of the bark cracked again, and this time, with it, so did her knuckles. The woman cursed, seeing as how she had drawn red liquid with that previous throw. It stung badly, and for a second there, she had almost considered giving up... and yet...
Slam!
I always considered myself a proud kunoichi. Strong, if you must. I was one of the top students back then. Excellent in grades and perfect when it came to handling chakra-infused attacks. Yet, still, after a while I realized... if I was such a proud ninja... why was I always drifting behind? Watching, never moving. Cheering, never fighting. Analyzing, never doing. It was then that I came to a conclusion that I was, it seemed, weak.
Slam!
Tears. They stung more that the splinters, or the cuts, or the blisters ever would. And why? Why would the salty taste and the blurry-vision always induce this sort of weakness upon her? She had wept hundreds of times… for him especially, it seems... shouldn’t she be used to it by now?
Slam!
Shouldn’t the tears, now, after years of drawing them forth, and feeling them stream down her warm, flushed cheeks, give her a sense of familiarity? She should be unnafected by now...
Slam!
...right?
Slam!
I had worked harder, if not by a little bit, when I had come to such a conclusion. I was still behind, of course... but some progress was made, and with that, I was happy. Not proud any longer, no. I didn’t deserve to be proud. What with my fellow teamates, one of which I loved so deeply, were both strong and far ahead of me; all I could do was... walk along with them. Try to keep up.
Slam!
High up above, from atop the little kunoichi, and protected from behind a layer of glass, the eyes of a much older woman – warm with appraise, yet fierce with power and wisdom – watched as the young woman she deemed apprentice continued her pointless onslaught against the innocent tree. The older woman’s (Tsunade, it seems, is her name) lips were parted with a sigh, yet she made no move to cease her apprentice’s hard determination.
Slam!
The second time I confessed my love to him seemed like years later, though perhaps, it was only a few months. I had cried back then, too. I had cried and screamed, pleading like the prideless fool I was. I had even gone to the point of offering all I had. I tried all that I could, knowing, for a fact, that I had nothing precious to offer him.
Slam!
I remember his eyes. So hard with the thought of revenge. I had thrown myself to him, enveloping his broad, stiff shoulders with my own weak arms, wishing with what little might I had, that I could take all his anger away.
Slam!
That was the second time.
Slam!
I muse now... three months since his leave... how would the third time be?
Slam!
Would I be stronger then? Would he turn me away like he did both times before? Would he accept me?
Slam!
All I know is... for him, I’m willing to give a million and more third chances.
Slam!
The final blow was the strongest, and during that moment of set priorities, the tree had broken down all together, falling apart like mere twigs from the great oak it used to be, and scattering around the no longer crying girl like petals worthy of her name...
Sakura.
After all... third time’s the charm, right?
It All Went "Boom" [an explaination]
FINALLY, baby, it works! Through much difficulty and logical thinking, I, N. Hannah, the person formally known as Noor Hannah bt. Mohd Nasir, have managed to outsmart my computer! Beat THAT, Microsoft! Man- 1. Machine- 16294947021840182301284021740621 (approx. value).
HOW, you may ask yourself, did I manage to outwit, outsmart, and all the other words that pretty much mean the same thing, my computer?!
Well, the answer is very simple...
First, I changed my email.
I've come to the conclusion that hotmail is a complete scam. They're totally ripping me off, I just know it! Therefore, after much cursing and scheming on my behalf, I decided to SWITCH from hotmail to the ever-reliable, now considerably old-school, Yahoo. Much safer, I think.
Anyways, thats enough about me. Lets talk about... no, y'know what? Its my blog. I can go on about myself for as long as I want if I wanted to and right now I do (want to, that is).
So, here it is. Get ready for a long one folks 'cause I'm feelin' preeetty perky right now:
It started off a typical Malaysian day -- the weather was hot, the humidity was at its peak, and scenery was very, very boring. My family and I were readily dressed in holiday-wear; hearts set on the first proper vacation we'd have for, what seemed to be, the rest of our year. After shoving our bags into the trunk, my sisters and I were forced to squeeze into the back seats -- me taking my usual seat my the left window, my forehead practically pressed to the glass.
My parents were talking. My sisters were squacking. I was bored. Three quarters of my trip were occupied by sleep. The remaining one quarter accompanied by the presence of Jack -- my not-so-faithful MP4 player.
I remember it like it was yesterday -- or at most a week ago (which I suppose it pretty much was). Blake Lewis was beat-boxing through my ears. My mind was drifting to a scene in which I was a famous movie-star; living the good life amongst handsome celebrities and expensive champagne. I was sitting by the pool. My feet dipped partly in cold water. The smell of chlorine and rich people filled my nostrils. The sun was sizzling hot amidst a perfect Californian-blue sky... A bright yellow beach-umbrella hung over me as a shade. Hot Japanese guys were plentiful... the day was young, and...
Well, enough of that. Onto the story...
BOOM!
'Oh my God!' you must be saying. 'Where did THAT come from all of a sudden? That stupid, impossible daydream just ruined the entire story!'
Well, truth be told... that is what happened. That fast. Just as I had spotted a wonderful guy on the other side of my make-believe world, I suddenly found myself in the position where my fingers had gripped unconsciously to the car seat. The Matrix was swiveling out of control. My dad was cursing; trying to steer it from damage. My second sister was shielding my youngest one in panic. My mum was screaming.
My mind had gone blank. I heard my mum praying, but could not find the words to accompany her. Many things flashed before my mind. Things such as -- 'I should cut my hair!' 'I should go on diet!' 'Would this count as an excuse to skip school this Monday?' and finally, the ever popular, 'I'm going to die!' The final statement snapped me out of my daze. Quickly, I managed to wrap my arms around my youngest sister, bringing both my sisters into a hug; my back facing the front mirror.
The crash happened almost instantly. It was almost unbelievable. No one was hurt, thank God, but my sister was getting pretty emo. The first thing that came to mind was, 'I'm hungry', but I forced myself not to state such things out until the hysterics stopped.
A crowd of people were gathering over. Three (or four, I'm not sure) old Mak Ciks were running around in panic, rushing to no one's aid. My mum pointed us off to the nearby bus stop. My dad was helping out the other victim. Passer-bys were watching unhelpfully. One or two people bothered to call the police. Meanwhile, my stomach rumbled.
'I can't believe that just happened...' Sister #2 was saying, staring emptily into space.
I wanted to roll my eyes, but knew how terrible such an act would look -- how rude and inconsiderate -- but it wasn't my fault it didn't matter much. No one was badly hurt. We had car insurance. My bitter, evil half was practically screaming, 'Whats the big DEAL?!'
After a few minutes of sitting under the shade of the worn-down bus stop, a nice man helped drive us (my sisters, mum, and I) to the nearby workshop, where the Matrix was being repaired. We sat there in the office feeling awkward as the clerks bustled to and fro, doing their jobs. Hajer was still in a state of total emo-ness, so I couldn't make any wise-cracks.
Hours passed. My aunt and uncle arrived all the way from the hotel just to pick us up. I take a moment now to thank them for their kindness.
By the time we had gotten into our Aunt's car, our stomachs full of food (I had one of the worst laksas ever), everyone seemed fine. The previous crash just a bump on our road of life (how cliche). When I told Hajer about how emo she was being, she just laughed and we joked about it. Roslyn seemed casual about it, too, when we told her.
All was well.
HOW, you may ask yourself, did I manage to outwit, outsmart, and all the other words that pretty much mean the same thing, my computer?!
Well, the answer is very simple...
First, I changed my email.
I've come to the conclusion that hotmail is a complete scam. They're totally ripping me off, I just know it! Therefore, after much cursing and scheming on my behalf, I decided to SWITCH from hotmail to the ever-reliable, now considerably old-school, Yahoo. Much safer, I think.
Anyways, thats enough about me. Lets talk about... no, y'know what? Its my blog. I can go on about myself for as long as I want if I wanted to and right now I do (want to, that is).
So, here it is. Get ready for a long one folks 'cause I'm feelin' preeetty perky right now:
It started off a typical Malaysian day -- the weather was hot, the humidity was at its peak, and scenery was very, very boring. My family and I were readily dressed in holiday-wear; hearts set on the first proper vacation we'd have for, what seemed to be, the rest of our year. After shoving our bags into the trunk, my sisters and I were forced to squeeze into the back seats -- me taking my usual seat my the left window, my forehead practically pressed to the glass.
My parents were talking. My sisters were squacking. I was bored. Three quarters of my trip were occupied by sleep. The remaining one quarter accompanied by the presence of Jack -- my not-so-faithful MP4 player.
I remember it like it was yesterday -- or at most a week ago (which I suppose it pretty much was). Blake Lewis was beat-boxing through my ears. My mind was drifting to a scene in which I was a famous movie-star; living the good life amongst handsome celebrities and expensive champagne. I was sitting by the pool. My feet dipped partly in cold water. The smell of chlorine and rich people filled my nostrils. The sun was sizzling hot amidst a perfect Californian-blue sky... A bright yellow beach-umbrella hung over me as a shade. Hot Japanese guys were plentiful... the day was young, and...
Well, enough of that. Onto the story...
BOOM!
'Oh my God!' you must be saying. 'Where did THAT come from all of a sudden? That stupid, impossible daydream just ruined the entire story!'
Well, truth be told... that is what happened. That fast. Just as I had spotted a wonderful guy on the other side of my make-believe world, I suddenly found myself in the position where my fingers had gripped unconsciously to the car seat. The Matrix was swiveling out of control. My dad was cursing; trying to steer it from damage. My second sister was shielding my youngest one in panic. My mum was screaming.
My mind had gone blank. I heard my mum praying, but could not find the words to accompany her. Many things flashed before my mind. Things such as -- 'I should cut my hair!' 'I should go on diet!' 'Would this count as an excuse to skip school this Monday?' and finally, the ever popular, 'I'm going to die!' The final statement snapped me out of my daze. Quickly, I managed to wrap my arms around my youngest sister, bringing both my sisters into a hug; my back facing the front mirror.
The crash happened almost instantly. It was almost unbelievable. No one was hurt, thank God, but my sister was getting pretty emo. The first thing that came to mind was, 'I'm hungry', but I forced myself not to state such things out until the hysterics stopped.
A crowd of people were gathering over. Three (or four, I'm not sure) old Mak Ciks were running around in panic, rushing to no one's aid. My mum pointed us off to the nearby bus stop. My dad was helping out the other victim. Passer-bys were watching unhelpfully. One or two people bothered to call the police. Meanwhile, my stomach rumbled.
'I can't believe that just happened...' Sister #2 was saying, staring emptily into space.
I wanted to roll my eyes, but knew how terrible such an act would look -- how rude and inconsiderate -- but it wasn't my fault it didn't matter much. No one was badly hurt. We had car insurance. My bitter, evil half was practically screaming, 'Whats the big DEAL?!'
After a few minutes of sitting under the shade of the worn-down bus stop, a nice man helped drive us (my sisters, mum, and I) to the nearby workshop, where the Matrix was being repaired. We sat there in the office feeling awkward as the clerks bustled to and fro, doing their jobs. Hajer was still in a state of total emo-ness, so I couldn't make any wise-cracks.
Hours passed. My aunt and uncle arrived all the way from the hotel just to pick us up. I take a moment now to thank them for their kindness.
By the time we had gotten into our Aunt's car, our stomachs full of food (I had one of the worst laksas ever), everyone seemed fine. The previous crash just a bump on our road of life (how cliche). When I told Hajer about how emo she was being, she just laughed and we joked about it. Roslyn seemed casual about it, too, when we told her.
All was well.
SasuSaku- What I've Done
I took the liberty of posting this on my blog -- for all you bums out there who have too much of a life to bother linking to YouTube. Anyways, this is my original work. Its also my FIRST AMV, so please be nice. Comments are greatly appreciated!
Friday, August 3, 2007
In Which I Am At A Loss For Sarcastic One-Liners.
I realize I have not updated this blog in ages. I will try to fix that; however, my dang computer can't sign into blogger. Don't ask why, I'm not a genius. So, if ur wondering why im writing in sms language and how i managed to write in the first place, it is becoz i am at school. I dont know what to write without getting too personal here so... whatever.
I got the 7th HARRY POTTER book and it took me AGES to read. It costs only RM69+, tho it is worth a whole lot more. It was awesome.
Okay, now i have nothing to write. If possible, I'll update soon. Good bye.
OH WAIT!
I have camp perdana today! Wish me luck!
I got the 7th HARRY POTTER book and it took me AGES to read. It costs only RM69+, tho it is worth a whole lot more. It was awesome.
Okay, now i have nothing to write. If possible, I'll update soon. Good bye.
OH WAIT!
I have camp perdana today! Wish me luck!
Monday, May 14, 2007
Ummm...?
Whoever checks my blog, please drop a greeting or whatever on my Cbox. I have nothing much to say. In fact, I can't have anything much to say because its exam week. Sorry for not updating sooner. Anyways, I've gotta go. I've got Math and Bio tomorrow.
'Cya.
'Cya.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
I Need Cash. Desperately.
Just my luck. The one time I actually take a decent looking picture of myself, the stupid camera cable doesn't work, and aargh! This stinkin' Mozilla Firefox is so damn slow!
Sigh. I know what you're thinking? Another bad day, huh? Well, I'll have you know, my day was not "bad". It was, in fact, miraculously splendid. For lunch we were actually treated to dim sum (where, might I add, I really stuffed myself). After that, we made a trip to Summit to buy me even MORE Add. Math books (sweatdrop, much...).
So, I suppose you can say that, all in all, my day was pretty darn good, doncha' think? (doncha' know? Haha)
Anyways, apart from that, I didn't make it as public speaker this year. Nirmal did, and I must say, I am rather proud of him. If Zenj's explanation was correct, than, yeah, I can't help but feel glad of the training I helped give (lol me!)
Hmm. Do you realize I use the word, "anyways" far too much? I do. Its getting really annoying, don't you think? I really suck at linking my paragraphs together.
So, anyways (there I go again), when I went in Popular today, I saw this REALLY coooool Yu Yu Hakusho (repeat it 3 times for good Yu Yu Hakusho luck) ORIGINAL COMPLETE DVD BOX SET!!! (scream like a fan girl three times at the top of your voice, then go, "YU YU HAKUSHO!" twice). It costs only RM99!!
AAAAAAH! I have SO got to buy it! I know most people think its lame and old-school and whatever crap like that, but, seriously, I don't give a donkey's ass (get it? DONKEY's ASS? Aah, forget you).
I practically demanded my mother to get me it for my birthday (which is on July 6th! Wink-wink, nudge-nudge), but my mum retorted by telling me she had decided on buying me the 7th Harry Potter book instead (I have absolutely NO objections to that!).
Sigh. How'm I s'posed to find RM99? I DESPERATELY need that Yu Yu Hakusho DVD set!
Umm... pity for the poor, anyone?
Sigh. I know what you're thinking? Another bad day, huh? Well, I'll have you know, my day was not "bad". It was, in fact, miraculously splendid. For lunch we were actually treated to dim sum (where, might I add, I really stuffed myself). After that, we made a trip to Summit to buy me even MORE Add. Math books (sweatdrop, much...).
So, I suppose you can say that, all in all, my day was pretty darn good, doncha' think? (doncha' know? Haha)
Anyways, apart from that, I didn't make it as public speaker this year. Nirmal did, and I must say, I am rather proud of him. If Zenj's explanation was correct, than, yeah, I can't help but feel glad of the training I helped give (lol me!)
Hmm. Do you realize I use the word, "anyways" far too much? I do. Its getting really annoying, don't you think? I really suck at linking my paragraphs together.
So, anyways (there I go again), when I went in Popular today, I saw this REALLY coooool Yu Yu Hakusho (repeat it 3 times for good Yu Yu Hakusho luck) ORIGINAL COMPLETE DVD BOX SET!!! (scream like a fan girl three times at the top of your voice, then go, "YU YU HAKUSHO!" twice). It costs only RM99!!
AAAAAAH! I have SO got to buy it! I know most people think its lame and old-school and whatever crap like that, but, seriously, I don't give a donkey's ass (get it? DONKEY's ASS? Aah, forget you).
I practically demanded my mother to get me it for my birthday (which is on July 6th! Wink-wink, nudge-nudge), but my mum retorted by telling me she had decided on buying me the 7th Harry Potter book instead (I have absolutely NO objections to that!).
Sigh. How'm I s'posed to find RM99? I DESPERATELY need that Yu Yu Hakusho DVD set!
Umm... pity for the poor, anyone?
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Oh, Woe Is Me!
My parents are out (again!) and I'm supposed to be studying (again!). These past few days have been dedicated to Add. Maths, Add. Maths, and even more Add. Maths. Ughhh! Its driving me insane!
Not to mention the fact that I've just been told to get a speech done by TOMORROW for the Public Speaking competition ON THURSDAY. Aaah! I have absolutely NO idea what to talk about! I've been given a few choices, but my mind just goes all blank everytime I find myself in front of the computer screen. I've been trying, with multiple failed attempts, to get a bloody speech done, and now I'm getting extremely desperate!
Oh, woe is me! Zenj and Nirmal must be having better luck than I am, I can tell you that!
AAAARGH!! I'm so angry that I just want to implode or something!!
My dad is forcing this stupid Add. Maths book into me. He said NO TV or computer until he comes home -- which would be like, four hours from now?! UGH! How am I going to survive?! Being the insolent fool I am, I decided to ignore him and went online anyways (the reason why I am here now).
I did about 10 mathematics questions, and I have another 50 to go before I can satisfy them!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Not to mention the fact that I've just been told to get a speech done by TOMORROW for the Public Speaking competition ON THURSDAY. Aaah! I have absolutely NO idea what to talk about! I've been given a few choices, but my mind just goes all blank everytime I find myself in front of the computer screen. I've been trying, with multiple failed attempts, to get a bloody speech done, and now I'm getting extremely desperate!
Oh, woe is me! Zenj and Nirmal must be having better luck than I am, I can tell you that!
AAAARGH!! I'm so angry that I just want to implode or something!!
My dad is forcing this stupid Add. Maths book into me. He said NO TV or computer until he comes home -- which would be like, four hours from now?! UGH! How am I going to survive?! Being the insolent fool I am, I decided to ignore him and went online anyways (the reason why I am here now).
I did about 10 mathematics questions, and I have another 50 to go before I can satisfy them!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Friday, March 23, 2007
A Short One
Its been a while since I've updated this thing. My bloody computer doesn't work on blogger, so I am forced to use the study-room PC instead -- and the study room computer is, like, SO slow! Arrrgh!
Anyways, a lot has happened during these past few... weeks. Bad news? Loads. We lost debate. I failed my first EVER Add. Maths test. I made a complete mockery of my self so many times that I can't even count 'em.
Good news? Close to nil. I can count them with my fingers, in fact. I made Secretary of the English Society and the AJK of Chess -- which, I believe, is REALLY unfair to the other members. I mean, I've never even BEEN for Chess, and the one day I DID, I made it as AJK. And Besides, I hardly even know how to play the bloody game.
Hmm. Aside from that... I GOT MY MP4 player! Woo! The entire process of getting the dang thing took about 5-7 hours, more or less? Anyways, it was definitely worth it. I paid exactly RM200 (which is EXACTLY my budget) and got this pretty cool minmi version PFM-240 which I named, "Jack" (trust me, you don't want to know).
Ariel's birthday was today. They were so busy with choir; I'm kinda glad I didn't join, or else I'd be forced to meet for practices almost every single day. I gave Ariel this watch. My mum actually chose the gift, so Ariel, if you're reading this, you can thank my mum for that! ;)
Ariel and I have also decided to start making these freaky X-Men comics. A few of our friends have read it, and I guess they think its pretty cool, so I'm planning on publishing it to the school magazine. Yay! Now everybody can know how insane and immature I am!
I've been watching American Idol again this year. Its great! VOTE BLAKE LEWIS! :) or Jordin Sparks! Anyone but Sanjaya, Gina, Haley, and Phil (so what I'm pretty much saying is that you have a choice between Chris, Chris, Jordin, BLAKE <<<< VOTE HIM, LaKisha and Melinda).
Remember America, the choice is YOURS. Make it right!
Anyways, a lot has happened during these past few... weeks. Bad news? Loads. We lost debate. I failed my first EVER Add. Maths test. I made a complete mockery of my self so many times that I can't even count 'em.
Good news? Close to nil. I can count them with my fingers, in fact. I made Secretary of the English Society and the AJK of Chess -- which, I believe, is REALLY unfair to the other members. I mean, I've never even BEEN for Chess, and the one day I DID, I made it as AJK. And Besides, I hardly even know how to play the bloody game.
Hmm. Aside from that... I GOT MY MP4 player! Woo! The entire process of getting the dang thing took about 5-7 hours, more or less? Anyways, it was definitely worth it. I paid exactly RM200 (which is EXACTLY my budget) and got this pretty cool minmi version PFM-240 which I named, "Jack" (trust me, you don't want to know).
Ariel's birthday was today. They were so busy with choir; I'm kinda glad I didn't join, or else I'd be forced to meet for practices almost every single day. I gave Ariel this watch. My mum actually chose the gift, so Ariel, if you're reading this, you can thank my mum for that! ;)
Ariel and I have also decided to start making these freaky X-Men comics. A few of our friends have read it, and I guess they think its pretty cool, so I'm planning on publishing it to the school magazine. Yay! Now everybody can know how insane and immature I am!
I've been watching American Idol again this year. Its great! VOTE BLAKE LEWIS! :) or Jordin Sparks! Anyone but Sanjaya, Gina, Haley, and Phil (so what I'm pretty much saying is that you have a choice between Chris, Chris, Jordin, BLAKE <<<< VOTE HIM, LaKisha and Melinda).
Remember America, the choice is YOURS. Make it right!
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Fooled By A Pancake: A True Story
I've been rather busy these past few days; ever since the last update of this blog. See, our next (first, for this year) debate competition is officially next Thursday, and I'd be damned if I took the occasion lightly.
We (the main debaters) have been meeting non-stop. We had our first meeting yesterday at McDonald's, where we didn't get much done, and ended up getting trapped in the rain after a quick break to the nearby 7-11 (I'll elaborate more on that in a bit). Today, in fact, we just had our second meeting -- but this time at a more suitable location; Book Culture; and this Sunday we are gonna schedule in our final, last-minute meet before the official debate competition.
Its been rough, planning all this. And the fact that I was just forced to do loads of research and am forced to get two speeches done AND memorized by this Sunday brings me back to the suckier parts of debate.
I mean, how could I possibly forget the struggle I had to endure last year? So far I've just remembered the various victories and the many lepaking we were able to schedule in during class hours... now I know.
Of course, I am taking this debate thing far less seriously than I did last year. I honestly do not want to get into a nervous breakdown before the competition, and I don't want to cry if I lose, so... whatever. I'm just hoping to take the stage right and claim this year my own.
Anyways, on to the tale of the very unfortunate Wednesday...
We met up around 2.20pm. Our original plan was to meet and totally go all out; not take our own sweet time and schedule in some unwanted crap-sessions. But somehow, being the "oh-so-focused" group of people we were, we could not help but to constantly stray out of topic.
I don't know exactly how it happened, but we had somehow managed to go from "Internet Promotes Learning" (our title for debate next week), to 7-11, to One Tree Hill. Don't know why, but most schools take us for granted. Perhaps it is merely the name, "SMK Bukit Kemuning" that makes us sound like kampung-ers, but I, personally, do not get it.
We have a McDonald's, for crying out loud!! Not to mention 3 (count 'em, 3!!) 7-11s! I mean, does that not just scream "civilization" to you?! What kampung do you personally know has 3 7-11s?? Besides, we almost even had a Jusco!
Ahem.
Apart from that, after the whole trip to ONE of the THREE 7-11s in our dear, wonderful and very much civilized town, we got caught in the rain on the way back. Me with hands full of goodies I just spent on. I still remember it; a blue-coloured, terribly melted slurpy in my right hand, and a delightful Picnic bar in my left.
So, there we stood. Sitting (or in my case, standing) underneath Proton, the shop right across from McDonald's (a symbolism of civilization), watching the heavy rain fall from the gray-coloured heavens, waiting for our parents to arrive... happy, happy day.
And today was another happy day. Oh, yes. We had gone out to this quaint little restaurant called "Treats" while supposedly waiting for our ex-Third Speaker, kG, to arrive. It was a pretty well-decorated restaurant... the menus were sweet... it even had decent background music! However, as all good things must have its faults, ours happened to be a rather big one (or should I say "little"?)
After recieving the menu, we decided to order this very appetizing-looking plate of pancakes, which, according to the menu, had a stack of FOUR in one plate. The size of the pancakes were also decently large, and was topped with very attractive syrup and a stick of butter. Scattered on the side of the dish, making it look even more scrumptious, was a handfull of strawberries and blueberries.
Being the suckers we were, Zenj and I decided to try some. We bought only one plate, deciding so because we thought there would be four pancakes (two for each) and would split the cost in half. I mean, a plate of pancakes THAT appetizing would definately be worth its price, right? RM6.90 only, right? If its as good as they made it look.
After minutes of waiting, our pancakes finally arrived. What was placed on the table before us was not at all what we had expected.
There was a plate, yes. Pancakes, yes. Syrup, a bottle, in fact.
But the pancakes were mini-sized and the syrup was cheap and there weren't even proper strawberries! We paid RM6.90 for a plate of THREE mini-pancakes and a small stick of strawberry JAM.
JAM!!
Grr... You have no idea how terribly cheated I felt at that moment. I even had Audrey take pictures of the pancakes with her camera-phone. I'll show it to you on my next post, together with the picture shown on the menu, and a delightful ad for men.
Til next time!
We (the main debaters) have been meeting non-stop. We had our first meeting yesterday at McDonald's, where we didn't get much done, and ended up getting trapped in the rain after a quick break to the nearby 7-11 (I'll elaborate more on that in a bit). Today, in fact, we just had our second meeting -- but this time at a more suitable location; Book Culture; and this Sunday we are gonna schedule in our final, last-minute meet before the official debate competition.
Its been rough, planning all this. And the fact that I was just forced to do loads of research and am forced to get two speeches done AND memorized by this Sunday brings me back to the suckier parts of debate.
I mean, how could I possibly forget the struggle I had to endure last year? So far I've just remembered the various victories and the many lepaking we were able to schedule in during class hours... now I know.
Of course, I am taking this debate thing far less seriously than I did last year. I honestly do not want to get into a nervous breakdown before the competition, and I don't want to cry if I lose, so... whatever. I'm just hoping to take the stage right and claim this year my own.
Anyways, on to the tale of the very unfortunate Wednesday...
We met up around 2.20pm. Our original plan was to meet and totally go all out; not take our own sweet time and schedule in some unwanted crap-sessions. But somehow, being the "oh-so-focused" group of people we were, we could not help but to constantly stray out of topic.
I don't know exactly how it happened, but we had somehow managed to go from "Internet Promotes Learning" (our title for debate next week), to 7-11, to One Tree Hill. Don't know why, but most schools take us for granted. Perhaps it is merely the name, "SMK Bukit Kemuning" that makes us sound like kampung-ers, but I, personally, do not get it.
We have a McDonald's, for crying out loud!! Not to mention 3 (count 'em, 3!!) 7-11s! I mean, does that not just scream "civilization" to you?! What kampung do you personally know has 3 7-11s?? Besides, we almost even had a Jusco!
Ahem.
Apart from that, after the whole trip to ONE of the THREE 7-11s in our dear, wonderful and very much civilized town, we got caught in the rain on the way back. Me with hands full of goodies I just spent on. I still remember it; a blue-coloured, terribly melted slurpy in my right hand, and a delightful Picnic bar in my left.
So, there we stood. Sitting (or in my case, standing) underneath Proton, the shop right across from McDonald's (a symbolism of civilization), watching the heavy rain fall from the gray-coloured heavens, waiting for our parents to arrive... happy, happy day.
And today was another happy day. Oh, yes. We had gone out to this quaint little restaurant called "Treats" while supposedly waiting for our ex-Third Speaker, kG, to arrive. It was a pretty well-decorated restaurant... the menus were sweet... it even had decent background music! However, as all good things must have its faults, ours happened to be a rather big one (or should I say "little"?)
After recieving the menu, we decided to order this very appetizing-looking plate of pancakes, which, according to the menu, had a stack of FOUR in one plate. The size of the pancakes were also decently large, and was topped with very attractive syrup and a stick of butter. Scattered on the side of the dish, making it look even more scrumptious, was a handfull of strawberries and blueberries.
Being the suckers we were, Zenj and I decided to try some. We bought only one plate, deciding so because we thought there would be four pancakes (two for each) and would split the cost in half. I mean, a plate of pancakes THAT appetizing would definately be worth its price, right? RM6.90 only, right? If its as good as they made it look.
After minutes of waiting, our pancakes finally arrived. What was placed on the table before us was not at all what we had expected.
There was a plate, yes. Pancakes, yes. Syrup, a bottle, in fact.
But the pancakes were mini-sized and the syrup was cheap and there weren't even proper strawberries! We paid RM6.90 for a plate of THREE mini-pancakes and a small stick of strawberry JAM.
JAM!!
Grr... You have no idea how terribly cheated I felt at that moment. I even had Audrey take pictures of the pancakes with her camera-phone. I'll show it to you on my next post, together with the picture shown on the menu, and a delightful ad for men.
Til next time!
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Room to Breathe
eI've been extremely pissed-out lately, and I don't really know the reason why. I just find everything irritating and unbearable, and I often find myself cussing and snapping at the tiniest of faults and reasons.
At the moment, I am sitting in my room, soaking in the tantalizing lyrics of Linkin Park and trying to ease my flaring temper. I just cleaned up downstairs, and I am now locking myself from the rest of my family.
My uncontrollable temper seems to slowly be clawing into the moods of everyone else; now my sister is mad for no reason, and I have the great temptation of screaming at her to, "shut the hell up."
Sometimes I wonder; would I be happier if I was all alone? Uninterrupted by the petty needs of the rest of the world?
I realize that my temper seems to unleash itself far more during the holidays than it does during my average school days. Is it just me? or perhaps the fact that I don't have enough time during school days to flare out at everyone else??
Well, I've gotta go now. I'm skipping my chores, and ignoring my parents, so I best not push my luck any further. Bye.
At the moment, I am sitting in my room, soaking in the tantalizing lyrics of Linkin Park and trying to ease my flaring temper. I just cleaned up downstairs, and I am now locking myself from the rest of my family.
My uncontrollable temper seems to slowly be clawing into the moods of everyone else; now my sister is mad for no reason, and I have the great temptation of screaming at her to, "shut the hell up."
Sometimes I wonder; would I be happier if I was all alone? Uninterrupted by the petty needs of the rest of the world?
I realize that my temper seems to unleash itself far more during the holidays than it does during my average school days. Is it just me? or perhaps the fact that I don't have enough time during school days to flare out at everyone else??
Well, I've gotta go now. I'm skipping my chores, and ignoring my parents, so I best not push my luck any further. Bye.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Sweat, Grime and Valentines
Today was Valentines Day -- is Valentines Day -- and as usual, nothing completely out-of-the-ordinary happened; to me, at least.
We spent a whole 3 hours at the school field; sweating, stinking and whining under the hot sun while we waited our turn on the lontar peluru whatever whatever. I made a total fool out of myself by being one of the few people who did not pass a single event! Ergh! I'm so furious at myself.
By 10.10am, my face resembled that of a lobster, and I was, to put it into simple terms, terribly embarassed.
On the bright side, however, the whole, "sukantara" thing wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. Ariel and I had our share of laughs. We made up this rediculous song that drove mostly everyone who heard it insane! Haha. I got a good laugh out of that one.
You know the song, "Farmer in the Dell"? Yes, the child song, thats the one. Yeah, well, due to the fact that UV rays were practically drilling holes through my very flesh, Ariel and I had come up with this new way of singing it -- a parody, if you must.
I won't waste my time by typing the entire bloody thing into this blog. I'm far too... sane... to do such a thing.
After recess, Ariel and I occupied our preciously wasted time by doing other preciously wasted activities. We read, we sang, we chatted. Nothing much there. Our Math teacher allowed us to go out at 1.38pm, instead of the usual 2pm.
Having MORE free time on our hands, Ariel and I decided to make a quick break to the nearby 7-11. We bought ice-creams and chowed down before my mum came to pick me up.
And.... here I am!
Interesting day, huh? All I want to do now is fall into unconsciousness by the sweet, soothing sounds of my Windows Media Player. I would use an MP4 player instead, but considering I don't have one, I had to stick with my lame second alternative. Sob! I'm just pathetic like that.
We spent a whole 3 hours at the school field; sweating, stinking and whining under the hot sun while we waited our turn on the lontar peluru whatever whatever. I made a total fool out of myself by being one of the few people who did not pass a single event! Ergh! I'm so furious at myself.
By 10.10am, my face resembled that of a lobster, and I was, to put it into simple terms, terribly embarassed.
On the bright side, however, the whole, "sukantara" thing wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. Ariel and I had our share of laughs. We made up this rediculous song that drove mostly everyone who heard it insane! Haha. I got a good laugh out of that one.
You know the song, "Farmer in the Dell"? Yes, the child song, thats the one. Yeah, well, due to the fact that UV rays were practically drilling holes through my very flesh, Ariel and I had come up with this new way of singing it -- a parody, if you must.
I won't waste my time by typing the entire bloody thing into this blog. I'm far too... sane... to do such a thing.
After recess, Ariel and I occupied our preciously wasted time by doing other preciously wasted activities. We read, we sang, we chatted. Nothing much there. Our Math teacher allowed us to go out at 1.38pm, instead of the usual 2pm.
Having MORE free time on our hands, Ariel and I decided to make a quick break to the nearby 7-11. We bought ice-creams and chowed down before my mum came to pick me up.
And.... here I am!
Interesting day, huh? All I want to do now is fall into unconsciousness by the sweet, soothing sounds of my Windows Media Player. I would use an MP4 player instead, but considering I don't have one, I had to stick with my lame second alternative. Sob! I'm just pathetic like that.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Good News, Bad News Dillema
Yeah! I finally posted in a new story on fanfiction. Its, as usual, a Hiei/Botan thing, from the anime, "Yu Yu Hakusho". Eep! I'm SO excited. I love the story so, so much. You can check out my profile and read some of my fics here: http://www.fanfiction.net/~thenewmastercreater. Ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out!
News update!
Valentines Day tomorrow. Woo (note sarcasm in, "woo"). I expect nothing, not even a lollipop FROM MYSELF to MYSELF, because, apparently, I got the news way too late. Grr.
Meh, whatever.
Last night I watched this great movie called, "Skeleton Key". It was AWESOME! I totally rated it an 8 out of 10. Kate Hudson was brilliant in the movie. The whole thing moved on like realism. I loved it so much. It is one of the few horror flicks out there that kept me awake at night.
I mean it. I was literally kept awake til about 2am, thinking about that movie. The scariest part was the Hoodoo chanting on the recording. I'm so scared I don't dare type it down! I couldn't sleep so bad that I was forced to turn on the radio. I was lulled to unconsciousness by the irritating sounds of Michelle Branch's "Everywhere", over and over and over again! My old radio malfunctioned somewhere in the night that it kept repeating the same songs.
Apart from that, I was also kept awake by the multiple mosqitoe bites all throughout my body. Ergh! Scratch bites during this super hot season is NOT a good combination. I can't believe my stinkin' aircon chose THIS time of year to go all malfunctioned on me! Ergh!
Hmm. Did I tell you about the reading I was invited to? No, of course I didn't, dummy, I just found out today. D'oh!
Haha. I've been asked to read something out, though I'm afraid I shan't. I haven't got a single thing to read. A poem, an essay... Plus, there is the whole "stage fright" matter to look forward to, as well.
Okay! Good news!
Daddy FINALLY brought back theRM200! YAY. I am SO gonna buy myself an MP4 player this weekend. Woo! Victory dance, everyone!
The third speaker for debate has been chosen, too. Its Audrey. She's actually a lot better than me, to be honest, and I'm just glad I knew her beforehand, and that we ain't stuck with some jerk who wants to overthrow the rest of us. Haha.
Done with the good news, now for the bad:
SUKANTARA TOMORROW!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Oh, sob, oh, cry! I SO do NOT want to go there and make a total fool out of myself. Just like everything else, I do it with a passion. A HATEFUL passion. I HATE SPORTS!! NOOOO!
I'm so dead tomorrow. Lontar peluru AND cakera. Sob! Oh, take me now!
News update!
Valentines Day tomorrow. Woo (note sarcasm in, "woo"). I expect nothing, not even a lollipop FROM MYSELF to MYSELF, because, apparently, I got the news way too late. Grr.
Meh, whatever.
Last night I watched this great movie called, "Skeleton Key". It was AWESOME! I totally rated it an 8 out of 10. Kate Hudson was brilliant in the movie. The whole thing moved on like realism. I loved it so much. It is one of the few horror flicks out there that kept me awake at night.
I mean it. I was literally kept awake til about 2am, thinking about that movie. The scariest part was the Hoodoo chanting on the recording. I'm so scared I don't dare type it down! I couldn't sleep so bad that I was forced to turn on the radio. I was lulled to unconsciousness by the irritating sounds of Michelle Branch's "Everywhere", over and over and over again! My old radio malfunctioned somewhere in the night that it kept repeating the same songs.
Apart from that, I was also kept awake by the multiple mosqitoe bites all throughout my body. Ergh! Scratch bites during this super hot season is NOT a good combination. I can't believe my stinkin' aircon chose THIS time of year to go all malfunctioned on me! Ergh!
Hmm. Did I tell you about the reading I was invited to? No, of course I didn't, dummy, I just found out today. D'oh!
Haha. I've been asked to read something out, though I'm afraid I shan't. I haven't got a single thing to read. A poem, an essay... Plus, there is the whole "stage fright" matter to look forward to, as well.
Okay! Good news!
Daddy FINALLY brought back theRM200! YAY. I am SO gonna buy myself an MP4 player this weekend. Woo! Victory dance, everyone!
The third speaker for debate has been chosen, too. Its Audrey. She's actually a lot better than me, to be honest, and I'm just glad I knew her beforehand, and that we ain't stuck with some jerk who wants to overthrow the rest of us. Haha.
Done with the good news, now for the bad:
SUKANTARA TOMORROW!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Oh, sob, oh, cry! I SO do NOT want to go there and make a total fool out of myself. Just like everything else, I do it with a passion. A HATEFUL passion. I HATE SPORTS!! NOOOO!
I'm so dead tomorrow. Lontar peluru AND cakera. Sob! Oh, take me now!
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Old Habits Die Hard
There's nothing much to say... In fact, I don't even know why I decided to update. Its probably got something to do with the fact that I am so utterly bored. Strange, ne?
I've been spending most of this Saturday reading fanfiction, SasuxSaku fanfiction, to be more specific. I haven't much time to update my love for Naruto through YouTube (due to the fact that I am simply too lazy to wait for the connecting process), so I decided to fulfil my sense of passion through fan-made stories instead.
I apologize for my hideous English tonight. I'm listening to Chris Daughtry's, Its Not Over, and, as music usually leaves my mind in total havok, I can't help but cause some grammatical mistakes.
Mum is forcing me to finish my homework... whatever it may be... or I'll be grounded from going to Pav's b'day tomorrow.
Seriously! She is taking this "grounding" process too seriously. Its, like, the only thing she is threatening me with. Ever since she found out from her friends that "grounding your child is the way to go!", she decided it was all right to poke fun at me and threaten me... this and that.
Honestly, I'm not the least bit shaken. I mean, what could she possibly do? Send me to my room?
Please. I'm an anti-social 16-year-old with no love life -- I practically LIVE in my room. In fact, I'd rather BE in my room instead of the mall (yes, I'm very weird that way, ne?).
The only reason I decided not to argue with her just this once, was the thought of missing Pav's party. I mean, its not everyday a girl like me gets invited to this sort of thing. So I decided, "eh, might as well shut my mouth. At least for today." Nothing else can phase my totally nonchalant phase, anyways.
But, seriously! The way my mum puts it, I'm the most, "rude, careless, forgetful, disrespectful, irresponsible, ill-mannered, CHILD", one could possibly have.
She. Has. Got. To. Be. KIDDING. ME.
I mean, how can you possibly believe the overly-sweet facade' most children smack on in front of their elders? Its hilarious. I'm the only decent being out there who thinks being 'honest' with myself is the way to go.
And I am not "irresponsible".
I mean, you don't see me throwing insane par-tays everytime my parents are out (which happens to be a lot), right? Just because I happen to FORGET my chores once in a while, or release a groan of annoyance everytime I am told to throw out the trash, does NOT make me the most irresponsible human being on the face of the earth. I don't ditch classes, or skip homework (most of the times), or leave my study-books to rot in the God-forsaken Malaysian weather -- I study, and attain decent grades, and make friends with kind, tolerable people, and say "please" and "thank you".
No, I mean it. SERIOUSLY. What would it take to get my parents to be satisfied and proud with the way I am now?? -- I, personally, do not want to make my point by doing something majorly drastic; Like change myself entirely and act all "bad ass" to prove that I can be worse.
Sometimes, I just wish my parents would see that I all ready HAVE made changes -- for their sake. I have been trying my best to ease down on the temper-issues and control my emo ways. Sometimes, a simple gesture of appreciation, instead of a whole load of commenting bullshit, would make me feel a lot nicer of myself, and make me want to work to be a better person.
But, considering that doesn't seem to be happening at the moment, I guess I'm just going to be living like this... the total lazy-assed git that I am now, huh?
I've been spending most of this Saturday reading fanfiction, SasuxSaku fanfiction, to be more specific. I haven't much time to update my love for Naruto through YouTube (due to the fact that I am simply too lazy to wait for the connecting process), so I decided to fulfil my sense of passion through fan-made stories instead.
I apologize for my hideous English tonight. I'm listening to Chris Daughtry's, Its Not Over, and, as music usually leaves my mind in total havok, I can't help but cause some grammatical mistakes.
Mum is forcing me to finish my homework... whatever it may be... or I'll be grounded from going to Pav's b'day tomorrow.
Seriously! She is taking this "grounding" process too seriously. Its, like, the only thing she is threatening me with. Ever since she found out from her friends that "grounding your child is the way to go!", she decided it was all right to poke fun at me and threaten me... this and that.
Honestly, I'm not the least bit shaken. I mean, what could she possibly do? Send me to my room?
Please. I'm an anti-social 16-year-old with no love life -- I practically LIVE in my room. In fact, I'd rather BE in my room instead of the mall (yes, I'm very weird that way, ne?).
The only reason I decided not to argue with her just this once, was the thought of missing Pav's party. I mean, its not everyday a girl like me gets invited to this sort of thing. So I decided, "eh, might as well shut my mouth. At least for today." Nothing else can phase my totally nonchalant phase, anyways.
But, seriously! The way my mum puts it, I'm the most, "rude, careless, forgetful, disrespectful, irresponsible, ill-mannered, CHILD", one could possibly have.
She. Has. Got. To. Be. KIDDING. ME.
I mean, how can you possibly believe the overly-sweet facade' most children smack on in front of their elders? Its hilarious. I'm the only decent being out there who thinks being 'honest' with myself is the way to go.
And I am not "irresponsible".
I mean, you don't see me throwing insane par-tays everytime my parents are out (which happens to be a lot), right? Just because I happen to FORGET my chores once in a while, or release a groan of annoyance everytime I am told to throw out the trash, does NOT make me the most irresponsible human being on the face of the earth. I don't ditch classes, or skip homework (most of the times), or leave my study-books to rot in the God-forsaken Malaysian weather -- I study, and attain decent grades, and make friends with kind, tolerable people, and say "please" and "thank you".
No, I mean it. SERIOUSLY. What would it take to get my parents to be satisfied and proud with the way I am now?? -- I, personally, do not want to make my point by doing something majorly drastic; Like change myself entirely and act all "bad ass" to prove that I can be worse.
Sometimes, I just wish my parents would see that I all ready HAVE made changes -- for their sake. I have been trying my best to ease down on the temper-issues and control my emo ways. Sometimes, a simple gesture of appreciation, instead of a whole load of commenting bullshit, would make me feel a lot nicer of myself, and make me want to work to be a better person.
But, considering that doesn't seem to be happening at the moment, I guess I'm just going to be living like this... the total lazy-assed git that I am now, huh?
Thursday, February 8, 2007
So Says You!
*SCREAM*
The real debate competition is officially next Thursday -- an EXACT week from today -- and we don't even have a third speaker!! Oh, the suspense. I literally freaked when Krystle told me the news. I seriously had to force myself not to go all, "WTF" and scream deliriously!
Man, this thing just suddenly bombarded my way -- hard.
Oh, and did I mention the title of the official debate next Thursday? Its, "Watching Television Is A Waste Of Time."
*Choke.* *Cough.*
I didn't know whether to be pleased or upset about the situation -- I mean, this title was the EXACT same title we used for our first debate competition last year... What's the chances of THAT?!
I've rummaged through all the Ikea boxes on the top of my shelf, searched through my stack of dusty old files, even stood on a chair to reach for the pile of papers on my closet, just to find what I was looking for. Happy to say, I found it: all the points I'd ever need to come up with the perfect speech.
*Gulp.* Now if only I can bring myself to memorize it and make it sound convincing. Hehe...
Well, aside from that, the tea party celebrating Pav's 16th b'day has been confirmed on Sunday. Yay! Seriously can't wait. For the first time in AGES, I'm actually gonna put on that skirt I'd never thought of wearing in public before -- in fact, I haven't even worn it in the safety of my own home. I'm usually seen in a pair of dark jeans and a simple blouse or t-shirt or something like that... heh.
I still don't have a CLUE as to what I'm gonna give Pav for her b'day this Sunday. Book? No. Money? Naah. Chocolate? Errm. I wanna think of something original and unique -- something that screams, "This was made by the one and only Hannah Nasir!!!", or something like that. Hmm. I'm still thinking about it.
Anyways... on the lighter note -- my LimeWire works again!! Woo!
I've downloaded a few songs today, and slept to Avril Lavigne's, "Fall to Pieces". Now, I'm not saying I like her or anything, but the song is really sweet.
Nyeh. I'm getting the money for my PMR results next week -- yay, me! Right before Chinese New Year! Yeah, cheers!! I've totally got all the songs ready for downloading onto my brand, spankin' new Mp4 player! I SO can NOT wait. Hehehe...
I've been asked about the V day fund-raiser again. It seems Melissa's whole family is gonna be there. I'm not sure I should come, but then again, the chance of meeting new people and mingling IS good for my social life... Ehh... Not sure. I have to think, think, think! Tomorrow's the day I give my answer (not to mention my pay of RM20!).
Hmm. I don't think I'll make it, then.
Daddy doesn't know about it, and I'm guessing that by the mere mention of the word, "Valentine's", he'll be all against it -- even if it is a fund raiser.
Anyways, that's it for now, I suppose. I should really learn to end these posts more appropriately. Bye, darlings (LOL. Never immagined I'd actually say THAT!).
The real debate competition is officially next Thursday -- an EXACT week from today -- and we don't even have a third speaker!! Oh, the suspense. I literally freaked when Krystle told me the news. I seriously had to force myself not to go all, "WTF" and scream deliriously!
Man, this thing just suddenly bombarded my way -- hard.
Oh, and did I mention the title of the official debate next Thursday? Its, "Watching Television Is A Waste Of Time."
*Choke.* *Cough.*
I didn't know whether to be pleased or upset about the situation -- I mean, this title was the EXACT same title we used for our first debate competition last year... What's the chances of THAT?!
I've rummaged through all the Ikea boxes on the top of my shelf, searched through my stack of dusty old files, even stood on a chair to reach for the pile of papers on my closet, just to find what I was looking for. Happy to say, I found it: all the points I'd ever need to come up with the perfect speech.
*Gulp.* Now if only I can bring myself to memorize it and make it sound convincing. Hehe...
Well, aside from that, the tea party celebrating Pav's 16th b'day has been confirmed on Sunday. Yay! Seriously can't wait. For the first time in AGES, I'm actually gonna put on that skirt I'd never thought of wearing in public before -- in fact, I haven't even worn it in the safety of my own home. I'm usually seen in a pair of dark jeans and a simple blouse or t-shirt or something like that... heh.
I still don't have a CLUE as to what I'm gonna give Pav for her b'day this Sunday. Book? No. Money? Naah. Chocolate? Errm. I wanna think of something original and unique -- something that screams, "This was made by the one and only Hannah Nasir!!!", or something like that. Hmm. I'm still thinking about it.
Anyways... on the lighter note -- my LimeWire works again!! Woo!
I've downloaded a few songs today, and slept to Avril Lavigne's, "Fall to Pieces". Now, I'm not saying I like her or anything, but the song is really sweet.
Nyeh. I'm getting the money for my PMR results next week -- yay, me! Right before Chinese New Year! Yeah, cheers!! I've totally got all the songs ready for downloading onto my brand, spankin' new Mp4 player! I SO can NOT wait. Hehehe...
I've been asked about the V day fund-raiser again. It seems Melissa's whole family is gonna be there. I'm not sure I should come, but then again, the chance of meeting new people and mingling IS good for my social life... Ehh... Not sure. I have to think, think, think! Tomorrow's the day I give my answer (not to mention my pay of RM20!).
Hmm. I don't think I'll make it, then.
Daddy doesn't know about it, and I'm guessing that by the mere mention of the word, "Valentine's", he'll be all against it -- even if it is a fund raiser.
Anyways, that's it for now, I suppose. I should really learn to end these posts more appropriately. Bye, darlings (LOL. Never immagined I'd actually say THAT!).
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Another Ordinary Day
There isn't much to say, just that I regret not posting anything up yesterday. I was sleepy by 9.50pm (which really is surprising, considering I usually stay up til midnight, reading fanfiction!)
School has been busy, busy, busy!
I'm up to my legs (I should use neck, but that is too much, and knees are too little) in extra curriculur activities -- but, aah, I'll do it for the sake of getting out of NS. Its mostly to do with English (my favourite subject); I have debate to tend to (as last year's first speaker I found it was my unnoficial duty to bridge back an fourth between the debaters and the teacher in charge!), essays to look forward to, and (here's a new one!), literature classes to think about.
Aaah, the burden...
I think the teacher wants me to get a name list of all the people interested and photocopy the papers for them, but I'm not exactly sure.
Being the total idiot I was, I could do nothing but stutter, "ummm", evertime somebody asks me questions regarding debate or the essay writing competition or the literature classes! For some reason, everybody thinks I'm in charge -- and I have unnoficially put the post upon myself once again! Aaah....
Pavithra's b'day is coming up soon, and, I don't whether it was a good idea to post this up here, considering anybody can easily find it and the surprise would be totally ruined (though I'm not sure whether its supposed to be a surprise). I think we're gonna have some sort of tea party this Sunday...
Hmm. Another problem: what to buy??
I need a good gift to get her, and I was thinkin' I could do something simple on the computer -- I'll just click a few buttons, add a few flashy images and POOF! The perfect present.
I doubt that's possible, however.
Maybe I'll end up buying chocolate, AGAIN.
Anyways, according to mum, we'll have to cancel our trip to the hotsprings with Roslyn this Sunday if we're having the party. Oh, no! And I really wanted to go, too! All that relaxation would probably do me some good.
Valentines day is coming up and Qis has invited me for this "Valentines Day Fund Raiser". Melissa wants me to go, but I'm not sure I should... besides, with all those couples there I'd probably stand out as the third wheel, and I really don't want that to happen!
Ugh. I can so picture my self; grimacing in the corner with a plate of food in front of my face, as, to the left and right of me, couples are giving each other lovey-dovey looks, or dancing on the dance floor. Yck!
Oh well. Thats all from me, then. I'll check back soon when I have something more interesting to tell. Ja ne!
School has been busy, busy, busy!
I'm up to my legs (I should use neck, but that is too much, and knees are too little) in extra curriculur activities -- but, aah, I'll do it for the sake of getting out of NS. Its mostly to do with English (my favourite subject); I have debate to tend to (as last year's first speaker I found it was my unnoficial duty to bridge back an fourth between the debaters and the teacher in charge!), essays to look forward to, and (here's a new one!), literature classes to think about.
Aaah, the burden...
I think the teacher wants me to get a name list of all the people interested and photocopy the papers for them, but I'm not exactly sure.
Being the total idiot I was, I could do nothing but stutter, "ummm", evertime somebody asks me questions regarding debate or the essay writing competition or the literature classes! For some reason, everybody thinks I'm in charge -- and I have unnoficially put the post upon myself once again! Aaah....
Pavithra's b'day is coming up soon, and, I don't whether it was a good idea to post this up here, considering anybody can easily find it and the surprise would be totally ruined (though I'm not sure whether its supposed to be a surprise). I think we're gonna have some sort of tea party this Sunday...
Hmm. Another problem: what to buy??
I need a good gift to get her, and I was thinkin' I could do something simple on the computer -- I'll just click a few buttons, add a few flashy images and POOF! The perfect present.
I doubt that's possible, however.
Maybe I'll end up buying chocolate, AGAIN.
Anyways, according to mum, we'll have to cancel our trip to the hotsprings with Roslyn this Sunday if we're having the party. Oh, no! And I really wanted to go, too! All that relaxation would probably do me some good.
Valentines day is coming up and Qis has invited me for this "Valentines Day Fund Raiser". Melissa wants me to go, but I'm not sure I should... besides, with all those couples there I'd probably stand out as the third wheel, and I really don't want that to happen!
Ugh. I can so picture my self; grimacing in the corner with a plate of food in front of my face, as, to the left and right of me, couples are giving each other lovey-dovey looks, or dancing on the dance floor. Yck!
Oh well. Thats all from me, then. I'll check back soon when I have something more interesting to tell. Ja ne!
Monday, February 5, 2007
Its All About Me
I can't believe I'm actually giving up on my old blog, "0blivi0us" for a new one. But, yeah, here I am. Typing on a new blog... with its normal font, and its boring wallpaper-white template... yeah.
The reason I've decided to start a new blog was because my old one was starting to sound a little too... angsty for my taste. Accoriding to my mum, and other people I know, blogs are supposed to be about writing out your experiences, not starting a war of words or unleashing your emotions upon -- that's a diary's job [insert cheesy grin here].
Anyways, I'm not new to the whole blogging experience, I've been using blogger since the year 2004 (I think), with the exception of most of 2006, of course, where I had been absent from the presence of the internet for the longest time.
Aahh, well.
I just wish I had made a new profile instead. But, nooo, I'm probably using the same stinkin' old one I did with my last blog (I blame myself for not wanting to start a new email account).
Anyways, more about myself (though I'm sure you all know most about me based on my profile! Heh!); just because its a new blog and all, I think its best we start with the formalities, ne?
All right: Hi! My name is Hannah -- which is short for Noor Hannah Bt Mohd Nasir Bin Mohd Khalid Bin... Ahh, you get the point! Its just Hannah, for you (not "Hana" or "Hanah", Hannah!). I'm 16-year-old and I am currently in the Science Stream (I say currently coz you never know when I'd be kicked out -- I'm really bad at Physics and Chemistry).
I have a deep, very powerful passion towards art (be it writing, reading, drawing -- you name it), and I have no other interests that do not concern such. I like history, I hate Science. I enjoy painting, I despise sports.
I am currently on the road of becoming a world-reknown author/producer/co-director of a book I will later publish and become a bigger hit than the great Harry Potter itself.
I have huge ambitions, and, together with such, a few, rather major flaws: I'm a very, very competetive, emotional, somewhat bossy, over-expressive, highly sensitive, extremely egoistic, totally dramatic, working time-bomb, and I often find myself waking up on the wrong side of the bed.
There is a purpose I abandoned my old blog for this classy, sleek new one. Its because my old blog was far too harsh and deep and melodramatic. I don't want that. I had promised, during the beginning of this year, that I would start to change my sick, lazy, over-dramatic ways for a better one. Thus, I decided, that to start thinking differently, I should consider expressing myself differently as well. I considered, and here I am.
I'm also a fan of anime. I don't watch it much, but I marvel at its excellence time-to-time. My favourite animes include Naruto and Yu Yu Hakusho. Most people don't agree with my taste in shows, but I stand my ground when I say that old-school anime still rocks best.
Oh, well. I think that's enough of that; I mean, have you honestly ever seen an introduction this long?! Seriously. Its 10pm all ready here where I live, and I have a pop quiz for History tomorrow (though I don't know whether its still considered a pop quiz or not if you knew about it beforehand). Oh, God!! I'm so NOT ready. I have one page of unfinished Add Maths homework to do AND a test!! EEP.
Wish me luck, people.
The reason I've decided to start a new blog was because my old one was starting to sound a little too... angsty for my taste. Accoriding to my mum, and other people I know, blogs are supposed to be about writing out your experiences, not starting a war of words or unleashing your emotions upon -- that's a diary's job [insert cheesy grin here].
Anyways, I'm not new to the whole blogging experience, I've been using blogger since the year 2004 (I think), with the exception of most of 2006, of course, where I had been absent from the presence of the internet for the longest time.
Aahh, well.
I just wish I had made a new profile instead. But, nooo, I'm probably using the same stinkin' old one I did with my last blog (I blame myself for not wanting to start a new email account).
Anyways, more about myself (though I'm sure you all know most about me based on my profile! Heh!); just because its a new blog and all, I think its best we start with the formalities, ne?
All right: Hi! My name is Hannah -- which is short for Noor Hannah Bt Mohd Nasir Bin Mohd Khalid Bin... Ahh, you get the point! Its just Hannah, for you (not "Hana" or "Hanah", Hannah!). I'm 16-year-old and I am currently in the Science Stream (I say currently coz you never know when I'd be kicked out -- I'm really bad at Physics and Chemistry).
I have a deep, very powerful passion towards art (be it writing, reading, drawing -- you name it), and I have no other interests that do not concern such. I like history, I hate Science. I enjoy painting, I despise sports.
I am currently on the road of becoming a world-reknown author/producer/co-director of a book I will later publish and become a bigger hit than the great Harry Potter itself.
I have huge ambitions, and, together with such, a few, rather major flaws: I'm a very, very competetive, emotional, somewhat bossy, over-expressive, highly sensitive, extremely egoistic, totally dramatic, working time-bomb, and I often find myself waking up on the wrong side of the bed.
There is a purpose I abandoned my old blog for this classy, sleek new one. Its because my old blog was far too harsh and deep and melodramatic. I don't want that. I had promised, during the beginning of this year, that I would start to change my sick, lazy, over-dramatic ways for a better one. Thus, I decided, that to start thinking differently, I should consider expressing myself differently as well. I considered, and here I am.
I'm also a fan of anime. I don't watch it much, but I marvel at its excellence time-to-time. My favourite animes include Naruto and Yu Yu Hakusho. Most people don't agree with my taste in shows, but I stand my ground when I say that old-school anime still rocks best.
Oh, well. I think that's enough of that; I mean, have you honestly ever seen an introduction this long?! Seriously. Its 10pm all ready here where I live, and I have a pop quiz for History tomorrow (though I don't know whether its still considered a pop quiz or not if you knew about it beforehand). Oh, God!! I'm so NOT ready. I have one page of unfinished Add Maths homework to do AND a test!! EEP.
Wish me luck, people.
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