Saturday, February 25

a song I'll never forget

red and yellow and pink and green,
purple and orange and blue
I can sing a rainbow,
sing a rainbow,
sing rainbow too

listen with your eyes
listen with your eyes,
and sing everything you see
you can sing a rainbow
sing a rainbow,
sing-along with me

red and yellow and pink and green,
purple and orange and blue
I can sing a rainbow,
sing a rainbow
sing rainbow too

I miss all the singing
I miss all the acting
I miss all the playing
I miss DLG
so much.

Tuesday, February 21

Kuala Pilah and Titiwangsa

"salam. Hanna ada kat mana? besok pagi nak ikut Auntie pergi Pilah tak dalam 7:30?"
"boleh jugak Auntie, tak pernah sampai Pilah lagi *smiley*"
so last Saturday, I made it to Kuala Pilah in Negeri Sembilan to bring Adiba home. on the way there, all I could see was green green green. such a beautiful scenery, Subhanallah. since Adiba had only the weekends off, they had to send her back to Pilah the following day. and when Auntie asked again "nak ikut tak besok?" and I was like "boleh jeeee" ;DD

so again it was Kuala Lumpur to Kuala Pilah once more. but what hit me hard this time was when we said our goodbyes to her. memories of my days in hostel flooded back in. when Auntie kissed her daughter suddenly I thought of my mom hugging and kissing me goodbye. I know how harsh goodbyes are, especially to us girls. It's hard to hide your sadness with a smile while waving goodbye. I remember the days when my family came to visit me everyday at Alamanda before they flew. back then I was a young freshie with all the anxiety in the world and was home-sick almost everyday. dearest familia would take me out at night and sometimes bring me magnificent food! I remember gnawing on all the Domino's chicken wings they brought. I ate them all *grins*. but you know, every time the guards had to dismiss them (there were no visiting hours actually), I would always cry after the salam-salaman. sampai sekarang pun, hantar dorang pergi airport menangis. nak balik Malaysia pun menangis. hmm biarlah orang nak kata manja ke apa, you're not in my shoes. and I admit, I was never good with goodbyes and will never be.

okay enough with the sad sonata story,
this morning I had my Speaking Test for MUET at SMK Puteri Titiwangsa (was exiled here cause SMKWM couldn't be a MUET center; not enough applicants, dang) even though I'd made revision last night, I was still on the verge of a nervous breakdown! tanya lah kawan lelaki saya (Alif) saya freak out macam mana. otak dah berkarat kot sebab dah lama tak apply English! dan bila kombinasi otak karat dan lidah omputih yang belum defrost, mula lah start menyanyi UmUmUm kat examiners. haih... and yes, I have some sorta illness every time I'm facing anyyyy test or anyyyy exam. An illness known as 'Blurbilatengoksoalan'. signs and symptoms include difficulties in brainstorming ideas, daydreaming before answering, talking to self, and excessive sweating. go ahead and google lah the disease eheh.

so overall, the Speaking Test? I did a not-so-well job, I think. 

oh yeah. I met Ameera Syamim there, surprise surprise. I thought I was the only Wangsa kid at my old age to sit for MUET. so finally I had a friend to talk to, to suppress the anxiousness while in the quarantine room, lega! and she was my candidate B ;))

nevertheless, Alhamdulillah
one down, three more to go!
let's pray for the best

my first degree exam results will be out tomorrow
and I'm so excited, NOT
terima kasih UiTM kerana bagitau semua orang bila keluar T.T

Monday, February 13

Bye-bye Whitney

when I was little, Ayah have always loved hearing her songs. even now. so I just wanna say thank you for exposing me to her music and golden voice. hate to say I'm a fan as well. too bad she had drug issues, tsk tsk tsk.

these are some of my favorite Whitney songs:
  1. When You Believe (with Mariah Carey)
  2. I Will Always Love You
  3. One Moment in Time
  4. Could I Have This Kiss Forever (with Enrique Iglesias)
  5. Saving All My Love for You
  6. It's Not Right but It's Okay
  7. Saving All My Love For You
  8. Greatest Love of All
Whitney Elizabeth Houston dead at 48 (August 9, 1963 – February 11, 2012)

so lesson today,
don't do drugs people!
or you'll end up like Winehouse and Houston here

Wednesday, January 18

updating life

well well. someone made it to degree.
"no more rainbows and butterflies Hanna, it's sweat and blood now. hohoho"

haha over kot kau. orang lain okay lagi bahagia je dengan degree.

LOL that's not gonna be me, rite? rite?
am a fan of 9gag, so cilok gambar jap takpe kan admin

yeah 1st semester wasn't so bad. 
uh-huh Hanna, we'll see, we'll see pfft.
doa kan kejayaan aku cepat, or else I'll j@ub!/,@%!
ehem kiddin' lah lovelies
tapi dialu-alukan tau hee;))
me really anxious ya know.


Wednesday, December 28

Mommy, you're so mean!

Someday when my children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates a parent,
I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me:
‘I loved you enough to ask where you were going,
with whom, and what time you would be home.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you
discover that your new best friend was a creep.

I loved you enough to stand over you for
two hours while you cleaned your room,
a job that should have taken 15 minutes.

I loved you enough to let you see anger,

disappointment, and tears in my eyes.

Children must
learn that their parents aren’t perfect..

I loved you enough to let you assume the
responsibility for your actions even when the
penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

But most of all, I loved you enough to say
NO when I knew you would hate me for it.

Those were the most difficult battles of all.

I’m glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.
And someday when your children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.

Was your Mom mean?

I know mine was.

We had the meanest mother in the whole world!
While other kids ate candy for breakfast,
we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.

When others had a Coca Cola and chips for lunch,
we had to eat home cooked meals.

And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was
different from what other kids had, too.

Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times.

You’d think we were convicts in a prison.

She had to know who our friends were
and what we were doing with them.
She insisted that if we said we
would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.

We were ashamed to admit it,

but she had the nerve to break
the Child Labor Laws by making us work.

We had to wash the dishes, make the beds,

learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry,
empty the trash and all sorts of cruel

I think she would lie awake at night
thinking of more things for us to do.

She always insisted on us telling the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

By the time we were teenagers,
she could read our minds
and had eyes in the back of her head.
Then, life was really tough!

Mother wouldn’t let our friends just hoot at the gate
when they drove up
They had to come up to the door
so she could meet them.

Because of our mother we missed out
on lots of things other kids experienced.

None of us have ever
been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other people’s
property or ever arrested for any crime.

It was all her fault.

Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults.
We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.

I think that is what’s wrong with the world today.
It just doesn’t have enough mean moms!

hope this touches your heart as it did to mine.

Friday, July 8


hello. my name is Damian Puddles. you can call me Damian. my real full name is Sir Damian Puddles however. I was awarded with Sir by a royal or something perhaps? hmm. I was called Bebek before. Funny name huh? I thought so too. I had gender and species issues before but that's okay.

on June the 14th I was smuggled to this new place, a place I've never been before. everything smelled so...different. oh no anxiety rising, where was my old home? then I met this really annoying girl. she kept on hugging me and tried to kiss me every now and then. I was like hello I'm suffocating here...and you are? gosh, I was so frustrated to the bits. but on the bright side, I got a new toilet. and some new toys, a boy's heaven! I went berserk when they teased me with the feathers. they were my kryptonite and weakened me to the bone when I got too edgy.

after staying in this unfamiliar place for a few days, I began to adapt myself with the new surroundings. and that annoying girl I mentioned before, seems to be not that annoying after all. yeah, she turned out okay. I mean, really nice. she was kind enough to feed me, bathe me, even clean my toilet everyday. she would praise me from time to time and accompany me whenever I felt lonely. she really was a caring person, not just in front of my previous human that day where most humans would pretend to care but in reality don't. hmm. I think I'm having a crush on her, golly.

oh, and she has a sister. she's okay too. but I usually get scolded by her, maybe because I'm too hyperactive. sorry, blame these extrovert genes. my crush likes to call me 'baby' most of the time, which makes me like her even more. while her sister sometimes call me 'boy'. I'm okay with that I guess.

*yawns with jaws wide open*

okay continue.

I run fast. by fast, I mean lightning fast. and I like to jump. but in the end, I would get yelled at, so there won't be any frequent jumping afterwards. but hard-headed me still likes jumping, no one can deny that! even though I would piss them off. I do it when they're not looking.

I like attention. by getting some, I sing. I'm quite the singer, frankly speaking. each time my crush hears me sings, she would come and caress me. I guess she has a crush on me too? ahem. she appreciates the voice I have. her sister does too, but she comments awfully too much on my pitchings and keys. it ticks me out. so I would bite her. biting is probably my thing now and I know they hate it. meh. however my singing is limited until night fall. I'd do my own business if it seems like I'm not attracting anyone's attention, mostly with isolating myself upstairs and staring at a wall.

It's been a month now since I settled here. so far, I think I'm loving this new home.

they managed to get some photos of me. I'm not photogenic, but I'm not saying I'm not good looking right?

Wednesday, June 1

stay strong

it's a hard time for you now. but remember that I'm always willing to lend you my shoulder to cry on.