Monday, June 16, 2008
HAHA. a quiz from Nat's blog. Her results cracked me up so much I decided to take it.
1. How am I feeling today?
When I'm Gone by Simple Plan. "Procrastination running circles in my head." Yep. I'm gonna end up not doing the Holiday homework again.
2. Will I get far in life?
Just Lose It by Eminem. Heh..? Uhm, well, it's a crazy song, so I'm guessing I'll end up in some Mental Institution. Hmm. Hell yeah, I'll get far in life..
3. How do my friends see me?
I don't need a man by pussycatdolls. Say WHAT.
4. Who will I marry?
Dirty Little Secret by All-American Rejects.
5. What is my best friend's theme song?
Better Than Me by Hinder. Of course I'm better than her. "I really miss your hair in my face... And I think you should know this, you deserve much better than meee."
6. What is the story of my life?
Love Me Or Hate Me by Lady Sovereign. Awesome choice.
7. What is highschool like?
Cleanin' Out My Closet by Eminem. Pretty much, I guess. But it's not that horrible, really...
8. How can I get ahead in life?
Demolition Lovers by My Chemical Romance. Uhh. By going through major heartbreak and a possible murder/suicide?
9. What is the best thing about me?
I Got Nerve by Hannah Montana. ALl RIGHT! my playlist ROCKS, dammit. "I know where i stand, I know who I am." Yeah, baby.
10. How is today going to be?
All Good Things Come To An End by Nelly Furtado. Oh Nooooo...
11. What is in store for this weekend?
Minah by Hafiz A'sari. "To all the younger sista, please don't follow your other sista- they want to look older, so they make their breasts look a little bigger. Yeah her age is just fif-teen, and her chest? Yeah, it's still developing. They make it size make it size times 2, she stuff her bra with tissue." I'm gonna stuff my bra with tissue?
12. What song describes my parents?
Gimme That by Chris brown. HAHA I can totally envision my dad saying 'gimme that' to me.
13. To describe my grandparents?
Misery Business by Paramore. Woah, my grandma must have battling some bitch to get my grandpa man...
14. How is my life going?
Best Of Both Worlds by Hannah Montana. I don't know what's the 'other world' in my case, but I'll take it.
15. What song will they play at my funeral?
Ooh, interesting. It's... HAPPY BIRTHDAY BY CLICK FIVE???????!!!!??? Say whaaaTTTT. Gee thanks. I mean so much to people they want to celebrate during my funeral. "I know it's kinda late, but Happy Birthday." ah, I see. They forgot it was my birthday, but I died before they could give me my present.
see lah. I died before you could give me my present you know. How sad. Not that you would be right.
16. How does the world see me?
Helena by My Chemical Romance? Shucks man. They see me as some dead girl in an emo dress trying to dance ballet and failing miserably. Eh, not bad ah.
17. Will I have a happy life?
Teenagers by My Chemcical Romance. "Because the drugs never work." Not a happy life, a HIGH life.
18. Will I have children?
Green Finch And Linnet Bird, soundtrack in Sweeney Todd. "Finch and linnet bird, nightingale, blackbird, how is it you sing?" *coughs* I don't know what to make out of that one. I'll leave it your imagination.
19. What was my childhood like?
Sleep by My Chemical Romance. Yeah, I remember sleeping a lot.
20. What is some good advice for me?
Drowning Lessons by My Chemical Romance. can I have better advice than dying and murdering people, please? I don't how that can help other than place me in jail.
21. How will I be remembered?
Stop And Stare by OneRepublic. By stopping and staring? Cool. I'm a traffic stopppaaa.
22. What is my signature dancing song?
If it's not Micheal Jackson I'm gonna smash my phone.
1985 by Bowling for Soup. Well. That's ok.
23. What is my current theme song?
River flows In You by Yiruma. It's piano piece about first love. Oh gosh, how awesome. I was listening to this on repeat yesterday, AND learning it on the piano, other than Haydn's Eb major. There's no other song that can fit me perfectly right now.
24. What does everyone else think my theme is?
Disenchanted by My Chemical Romance. "If I'm so wrong, how can you listen all night long?" ehh. I'm confused.
25. What song describes my mood right now?
Let The Flames Begin by Paramore. Marvellously chosen. I love my phone. "Somewhere weakness is our strength, and I'll die searching for it, I won't let myself regret such selfishness."
It's a hopeful song. And I'm feeling hopeful.
26. What song do I listen to when Im depressed?
Milk Shake by Kelis. you know what? I'm taking the earlier words about my phone back.
27. -Happy?
Apologise by Timbaland feat OneRepublic... Enough said.
28. -Scared?
Tongue Tied by Faber Drive. YAY! Finally, a decent song. "I need a little more luck than a little bit, coz everytime I get stuck the words don't fit, and everytime that i try I get tongue tied, I need a little more love to get me by this time." Great song, I tell you.
29. -Bored?
This is an easy one coz I listen to music when I'm bored. Let's see..Here Without You by 3 Doors Down. Yep. A definite boring choice. "A hundred days have made me older.." And boring-er.
30. What type of girls/guys do I go for?
Give It To Me by Timbaland, Nelly Furtado and Justin Timberlake. I'm not even going to try to decipher what it means.
31. What type goes for me?
Right now, I'm wishing there's a song called "All Kinds."
A Little Priest- soundtrack in Sweeney Todd. Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter are talking about different people to make into meat pies. Uhh. I guess the deranged ones go for me. And loves people meat pies.
32. What should I be doing right now?
In reality, Math. But let's see what my playlist says...
Pretty Fly For a White Guy by The Offspring.
I'm supposed to go making a white guy pretty fly.
Ah, so THAT'S what I was supposed to do today...
33. What is in store for the future?
Come Clean by Hilary Duff. "Let's go back, back to the beginning." Dunno lah. My future would be the same as my past. Oh good.
34. How was your past?
Over by Lindsay Lohan. Yep, noone could have said it better. It IS over. That's why it's called the past.
AND THAT'S IT. Amusing.
And Kris, shall put up pics soon, kay.
dreamt at 6:29 PM
Sunday, June 15, 2008
I had a very fulfilling weekend. On Saturday, me and my Aisyah Isabelle (I have to keep saying this coz people tend to think it's Aisyah Yusoff from Drama) went to the airport to study study study.
We arrived there at about 8.45 am, and settled down at McDonalds to have our breakfast first. And while we were eating, our conversations started out light and enjoyable, but a few minutes later it turned deep and serious.
We started talking about everything under the sun- politics, where we talked about the US controlling the price of oil, and how the '40 years of oil left' fact is not true, religion, where we discussed the big bang, and how we wished that we could live in more simpler times, a time where the media couldn't have corrupted us with the media and internet. We also discussed superstition and told each other stories catering to the subject.
Aisyah talked about her grandmother (allahyarhamha), mostly, who had recently passed away, and how simple a life she led and yet was able to go in such a happy and peaceful manner.
I mainly listened, for the most part. Which was a surprise for me.
I was so intrigued and interested in our conversation that it felt like I could only hear Aisyah's voice and nothing more, and the whole of McDonald's seemed to have disappeared around us. I was so tightly wrapped in our little bubble of conversation that we only started studying at 12, even though we came at around 9.
It was the first time my short attention span actually managed a feat quite like that.
So here's to you, Aisyah, and thanks.
LETTER FOR AISYAH ISABELLE CAMUT:
You, my dear, are an object of absolute fascination. And no, I do not suffer from Pinkerton syndrome (people who look up to the white race). We managed to hit it off pretty well from the start, you, Natasha and I. We are THE most sarcastic friends that you could find anywhere, and I appreciate the unlikely bond that we share.
I don't know how I could have survived all these years without you. I enjoy going to tuition mainly because of you, because I feel that my entire life will immdiately light up the moment I step into your house and see your face (and no, I'm not in love with you).
You make me feel good about myself. I don't have to act or pretend to be anyone else around you because you bring out the best in me. I've never seen you frown whenever I'm with you, and vice versa.
You're like a sun, Aisyah. And you make everyone feel happy, even without trying. You are extremely opinionated, and SO sincere I don't think anyone could compare. And because of that, I listen to you. You're full of determination and humour, and sometimes you just make me crack up without realizing it.
You make me forget my problems and worries when we talk. (Unless we're talking about our problems and worries) And you're open-mindedness makes me feel like I could talk to you about anything. You've taught me indirectly to care about friends who matter, to be happier, to be more religious, and in turn, to be more sincere.
You are a large part of who I am now.
Honestly speaking, being with you is so awesome. I've never truly felt so whole in another's presence before, and you do that, which is a first. You are the first person who makes me have second thoughts about all that Drama Elective shit, where I agree with you- simplicity is blessed. Drama had taught me to overthink eveything, but thank god I have you as an anchor to hold me down, rein me in, and remind me of who i am.
There's so much more I have to say, but there's only one last thing Iwant to tell you:
I look up to you as a role model like no other.
...Thank you.
dreamt at 6:27 PM
Friday, June 13, 2008
Some random Swedish girl named Maria added me and started talking to me. And I got through most of it... with the help of an online English-Swedish translator. This is the whole convo.
Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.
Maria ღ says:
Heej
(Hi.)you've got to care for it to hurt. says:
hi
Maria ღ says:
läget ?
you've got to care for it to hurt. says:
say what
Maria ღ says:
ähh hur mår du ?
(How are you?)you've got to care for it to hurt. says:
I'm fine
Maria ღ says:
good for you
you've got to care for it to hurt. says:
vad omkring du?
(what about you?)you've got to care for it to hurt. says:
du er talande svensk. och den här er mig patetisk försöka.
(You're speaking Swedish. This is my pathetic attempt.)Maria ღ says:
ok
you've got to care for it to hurt. says:
inte mycket intressant , er du.
(You're not very interesting, are you.)Maria ღ says:
du pratar annorlunda, min energinivå är låg just nu
(Your Swedish is a bit weird.)Maria ღ says:
skall duscha brb
(Going for a shower, be right back.)you've got to care for it to hurt. says:
Jag vill vänta. Ja , JAG snackar annorlunda. Vem er du?
(I will wait. Yes, my Swedish is weird. Who are you?)Maria ღ says:
hahah sluta du vet vem det är
(...Who are you)you've got to care for it to hurt. says:
JAG er Hanis.
(I am hanis.)Maria ღ says:
jo d vet jag oxå
(Just be yourself.)you've got to care for it to hurt. says:
tala mig hur mer omkring du.
(tell me more about you.)you've got to care for it to hurt. says:
var er du från?
(Where are you from?)you've got to care for it to hurt. says:
hej Er du stilla i livet?
(hi. Are you still alive?)you've got to care for it to hurt. says:
Äsch böter , gör helhet försvinner uppföra. JAG använd den Svensk - Engelsk översättare för den här konversation så den ljuden söt bruten. Utom Jag har till gå. VIRKER - sända med posten jag någon gång yeah.
(Oh fine, do a disappearing act. I'm using a Swedish-English translator for this conversation so it's pretty broken. Send me an e-mail sometime, yeah?)Intensely weird.
And this is my e-mail to coffeshop guy, considering I'm bored and he's never online.
This is what no coffee and an early morning does to a girl: her sending random e-mails to people.
If I'm not mistaken, you were the guy I asked for the e-mail at Downtown East, isn't that right?
Well, I was pretty much the girl looking away listening to her headphones and pretending to be very fascinated by the nasi goreng which I had ordered from you.
Sorry for my behaviour. But you can't put all the blame on me considering I come from an all-girls school and hadn't had ANY contact with the opposite gender besides the occasional relative. The strain of being grouped together with your own kind for years has taken it's toll on me.
What about you? You don't have to answer me though, and you can send me straight to 'Deleted', if you want.
But you'll be missing out on an amazing e-mailing journey, of course.
Hit me back, you Nameless-Never-Online-guy.
And there you go. My very entertaining Friday the thirteenth.
dreamt at 3:25 AM
Thursday, June 12, 2008
IT'S FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH!!!
Not that it has much significance to me, no.
I woke up at an unholy hour, thanks to a drama club meeting. I fell out of bed and pretty much crawled with my eyes half-closed to the school gate. There, I was met with an intense desire that could put a sexually repressed guy looking at porno to shame.
I had a VERY STRONG hunger for a tall caramel frappucino. EXTREMELY STRONG hunger.
And it could not be satisfied.
Having missed Hannah Montana, (AGAIN,) after being dragged out to dinner with my family, and unable to obtain my coffee, I was in a very weird mood. You could say I was high on my utter depression.
I babbled my way through Drama and soon seeked the comfort of the bus home.
I was in such a high, undefinable mood that I started calling random people. I tried calling Kristen (many times over, I might add), and all I got was a stupid recording on the other end of the line. Annoying, I tell you. Then, for god knows what reason, I called Deepika and told her I missed her voice, to which most of her reply was "You sound like Margaret and Miranda on the phone."
And then I went to read a book called Vampire Diaries, which raj has so kindly lent me. And it set me thinking. You know, in a book, there are always the protagonists and such, but what happens to their friends, the normal ones who are normal and are not abnormal in any way to stand out as a protagonist which is why they're not the protagonists in the first place?
Hmm. I really wonder what their take on the story is.
And my decaffed brain started working. I don't want to be one of those people in the background who are just a part of the protagonist's life. I wanted to be THE protagonist. I wanted to be THE Hanis. I didn't want to be some other Hanis. You know, so much so that when I google my name on the net, I can see information about myself only on the first 300 pages?
So much so that an 80 year old toothless uncool Kristen could tell her grandchildren that she sat beind THE HANIS in class, and immediately she'll be rolled out the red carpet and is the only age exception in every club in the universe.
I'm not talking about being a Hannah Montana wannabe, no, I'm talking about being an INDIVIDUAL. An individual with a personality so bright it blocks out all the other Hanises in the world. Kinda like Hitler.
Though, of course it would help if my name were a super exotic one like Kjhuty or Ferejkaknidm. Google would break down trying to fit my name in.
Well, in the end I guess its the teenage hormones working overtime. Which teenager hasn't wanted to be SPESHELL??
Though I would risk becoming well-known to watch Kristen doing said stuff.
I wonder if we would end up working for each other when we grow up.
Imagine me rifling through resumes.
"Sakinah Ansari? Kristen Ong Xin Ru? Clarissa Sih? Rajeshree Rakunathan? Hmm... their names ring a bell... Oh yeaahhhh, they were my classmates. Oh well. Next!"
HAHHAHA, that would be awesome.
Well, until then, I have yet to come up with a plan to get out of tuition before 5 as Drake and Josh is on.
Quote of the day: "You've got to care in the first place to get hurt."
Current song I'm listening to: Sweet Cherry Pie.
dreamt at 11:15 PM
All I did today was eat chocolate, did Math, and missed Drake and Josh.
Am in a current vegetative state (except for my fingers, which have been painstakingly typing one letter per minute) due to my missing Hannah Montana yesterday.
It's a cardinal sin to not watch re-runs of Friends, Ugly Betty, Drake/Josh and Hannah Montana in my books.
My family members have taken to wearing
extra earplugs because I have been singing best Of Both Worlds in horribly off-beat, sad, and choked voice.
And I feel infuriatingly small and a-waste-of-space-on-this-planet every time I hear Johnny Depp's voice in Sweeney Todd. (Which track I have placed on loop-the last one on repeat was Best Of Both Worlds- I'm sorry for those who are with me right now.)
Current song I'm listening to: Johanna (Sweeney Todd)
Whatever I do, I am NOT, I repeat, I am NOT gonna miss Hannah Montana tonight.
Heck, I even went all the way to Orchard to get those 3-D glasses so I could watch the Hannah Montana show on the 21st of June! (which is Nicole's b'dae, btw, so I guess she'll be pretty happy with a free pair of HM's read and blue glasses- what with the price of oil nowadays)
I have been playing Sims 2 since morning, and have succeeded in making four babies, the highest number I've obtained in my pathetic 15 yrs of existence, out of which I only remember 6)
Of course I deleted the whole family after I was done. Who wants bawling infants around?
Almost seven. The song is coming to a close.
I feeeeeeeeeeeellllll youuu, Johannnaaa....(I feeeeeellllll my family's pain.)
I wanna be the next Hannah Montana. Except one with a less horse-like name.
dreamt at 3:38 AM
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I didn't do much today, just did some of the Chemistry homework.
I kinda miss school. Not the lessons though.
Gonna go play the Sims now.
TA!
dreamt at 2:58 AM
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Current song I'm listening to: Mariah Carey- Side Effects.
Today I went to the library with Sakinah, where we wasted a whole one and a half hour just reading and being in our own worlds.
Sak: You know, if we could tape our conversations and post them on youtube, we would get like, a billion views.Sak saw my hair and was like, "It looks good." Awesome. I don't look like some minah rocker after all.
AND THEN, when we went to the Tampines Interchange, guess what? I saw COFFEESHOP GUY. Yes, the guy who me and my cuz got the e-mail from.
Me: Sak, look, look, it's coffeeshop guy!
Sak: Where?
Me: There-the one wearing black, with the cap.
Sak: Oh... I HATE the way he's wearing his cap. Can't he wear it like a normal person?
Me: Shuddup lah.
Yep. And we went to buy strawberry tart from delifrance and caramel frapp from starbucks. Awesome, I tell you.
Then we just went back to my place and went back to our old hangin' place, the park bench. We go there to just hibernate, you know, sit there side by side and crap.
The thing I like about the hibernating sessions is that we are so comfortable in each others' presence that we totally FORGET what we said. And then I brought Sak over to Aisyah's house to see the gorgeous Attiya Armelle, the youngest 7 month old sister of bestie Aisyah Isabelle.
I love you, Natasha, Aisyah, and Sak. In a very ungay way.
Natasha: Yes, you're a BIG coward, but you're awesomely sweet, and I love those truffles and brownies you made me for my birthday. you're sarcastic and witty in your own way, and never fail to make me laugh.
Aisyah: I would never admit this, but youre so awesome, and one of the most sincere friends I've ever had, and I love your personality. And I know you miss me. haha.
dreamt at 3:47 AM
Monday, June 9, 2008
It's a random blog post, becaus i'm random.
I had an AWESOME chalet that lasted from Sat till yesterday, and I am still reeling from the absurdity of it all. IT WAS SO COOL. Nothing beats getting red in the face and fanning flames into life and watching your marshmallows melt and your chicken go black, I tell you.
We had free passes into Escape, and played and played andplayed until we got sick. My fav ride, the boat water thingy , was out of order, so me and my cousin rode the viking over and over again.
We waited in line again and again until we could finally get the seats at the back. Right at the end. And thats where we ended up at.
(During the first few seconds of the ride)
Me: Yaya, this is boring. I thought you said sitting at the end would be funner.
Yaya: I did. Wait for it.
(A few more seconds later)
Me: hey, this is kinda fun.
Yaya: Yep. Wait for it.
(A few more seconds later and we were perfectly vertical)
Me: YAYA!!!! YAYA!!!! You SUCK!!! WHO ASKED YOU TO SIT AT THE BACK HUUHHH???
Yaya: You did.
(A few more seconds later, still vertical)
Me: I'm falling!! I'm FAALLLIINNNGGG!!!!!
(A few more seconds later, and all four of my limbs are holding onto something)
...
(My left hand is holding onto my cousin, my right foot is wrapped around the rail, my left foot
is hooked onto my other foot, and my right hand is holding onto a structure behind me)
...
(after the ride)
Me: That...was...AWESOME! Why were you being such a scaredy cat? Pfft.
Yaya: Eh...wha..???
Sigh. Good times, good times.
And then after that, we went to the food court, where THE HOT GUY works there.
And I GOT HIS Eeeeee-MAILLL!!!!!!
He has a nice laugh, has nice hair, and a GREAT smile. AWESOME. We should totally hang out.
(I thought I was over guys, but apparently my hormones disagree).
And I had an AWESOME haircut, and now I look like some minah rocker from god-knows-where. But me loves it.
ANd when Syaz and Nurli came over, and Syaz wanted a couple of girls' numbers, we went around the chalet pretending we were lost and asked the girls for directions, in turn finding out more about them. It was so spastic, it was funny.
And on the last night, I watched kungfu Panda. I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe. My fav line from the movie: "There is no charge for awesomeness." Totally dig you, Panda.
And yesterday, I went out with my family. We visited the Juvenile and Subordinate court, and it was Sw-ee-tt with capital letters everywhere. The place had a sort of grimy, dark feeling about it, though, so we hurriedly left. And in the evening, we went to the Sembawang hot springs, and we bathed our feet and arms and faces in the boiling water. it's so hot you cant even tell the diff whether its hot or cold anymore.
I've never felt so fresh in my life. The hot spring water was really nice, except for the smell of sulphur in the air, but other than that, it's my number two best bath I've ever had in my life, the first being in Malaysia at a waterfall.
I...forgot what i was about to say.
So there you go, my perfect, perfect weekend, sooo perfect it was like a disney movie.
but without the singing and dancing inside.
dreamt at 8:56 PM
Thursday, June 5, 2008
"If the silence in my head lasted, I would never go back." -Jacob Black.
I was sitting all alone yesterday in my room, and as I told you guys before, any prolonged solitary time with only me for company can never be good. So before my head could get all woozy and start overthinking everything and make me feel all weirdish again , I immediately turned to look for something that would keep me occupied throughout the night.
There were two things that could keep my mind healthy in my bedroom- one, the Twilight series, two, A man named Dave, a real story, and three, Math.
I looked at the two books and then chose A man named Dave. As I read on, I was suddenly gripped with a fierce hatred for the Twilight series. All those books shielded such little reality and was replaced by so much deluded fantasy, so much so that I have had more than my fair share of debates about Edward/ Jacob, and simply wasted my time trying to see why everyone loved Edward so much.
Let me get the verdict out once and for all: I have come to surmise that everyone loves Edward because he's the deluded impression of what they want their future boyfriends/husbands to be. As Sak once said, "That's EXACTLY why we love him. He's fantasy." I understand that. I do. But I have another interesting discovery:
Most of those who love Edward are very indifferent to open, friendly debates about him and Jacob. Even if I'm not saying horrible things about their Eddy, they REFUSE to look at Jacob's side of the story. They normally PRETEND to listen or just cover their ears and run off.
Jacob, in many ways, is the real-er version of a guy you can get in the books. Those who REFUSE to even LISTEN to Jake's side have a problem with reality. If it's small or huge, I don't know, but I can't HELP but notice that those down to earth people tend to lean a little heavily on Jacob's side.
Now, I'm not down to earth in any sense, but the thing is, I balance my fiction with non fiction. I read Jodi Picoult side by side with Stephenie Meyer. The only fictional book I don't mind reading bu itself was Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling was very able to balance reality and fantasy, I have to give her that. Stephenie Meyer can't, at ALL.
That's that. I refuse to touch on the subject of Twilight anymore, because for one, it's unhealthy for me, and I am getting sick and tired of the edwardedwardedwardedwardihatejacobblack babble.
So I put down the Dave book, and started doing my Math.
Switched on some music, and bobbed along to the music, and managed to finish an entire paper.
It was pure bliss, nothing whiny going in my head.
If the silence in my head lasted, I would never go back.I know what he means.
And I hope the silence in my head lasts. Guess I gotta do some more Math.
OH SNAP.
Current fav song: Outta My head by Ashlee Simpson.
Billie Jean, Chriss Cornell's version, by David Cook.
dreamt at 6:00 PM
I am officially in love with MICHEAL JACKSON.
Yep, dig that.
And Kellan Lutz, the guy who plays Emmett Cullen in Twilight.
He'll be appearing in Prom Night too, so I guess I'd better run along ad watch that as well.
He's just...cute.
Micheal Jackson i just...Wow. Did you know that he is really really talented?
Awesome.
I am feelin pretty normal today... so NORMAL. Oh well, it's not so bad.
Hmm, wondr what tomorrow brings?
Jacob, I'll remember you. I have decided to forget all twilight characters but you, because you have made me see life through your eyes, and you have influenced me just as much as My Chemical Romance, Micheal Jackson, Janice Dickinson, and myself. And that's pretty huge.
Haha.
Gotta go.
dreamt at 12:46 AM