tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74980999548473565512024-03-06T06:48:41.066+08:00don't burst my balloon.go poke someone else'sHannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-89808093318431983572012-02-25T21:33:00.001+08:002012-02-25T21:35:49.568+08:00a song I'll never forget<blockquote class="tr_bq">red and yellow and pink and green,<br />
purple and orange and blue<br />
I can sing a rainbow,<br />
sing a rainbow,<br />
sing rainbow too<br />
<br />
<br />
listen with your eyes<br />
listen with your eyes,<br />
and sing everything you see<br />
you can sing a rainbow<br />
sing a rainbow,<br />
sing-along with me<br />
<br />
<br />
red and yellow and pink and green,<br />
purple and orange and blue<br />
I can sing a rainbow,<br />
sing a rainbow<br />
sing rainbow too</blockquote><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">I miss all the singing</div><div style="text-align: right;">I miss all the acting</div><div style="text-align: right;">I miss all the playing </div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I miss DLG</b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;">so much. </div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-90227267833437797542012-02-21T13:32:00.003+08:002012-02-23T22:44:28.604+08:00Kuala Pilah and Titiwangsa<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="font-size: large;">"salam. Hanna ada kat mana? besok pagi nak ikut Auntie pergi Pilah tak dalam 7:30?"</span></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="font-size: large;">"boleh jugak Auntie, tak pernah sampai Pilah lagi *smiley*" </span></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;">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, <b>Subhanallah.</b> 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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">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.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">okay enough with the sad sonata story,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">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 <span style="font-size: large;"><i>'Blurbilatengoksoalan'</i></span>. 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.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">so overall, the Speaking Test? I did a not-so-well job, I think. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">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 ;))</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">nevertheless, <b>Alhamdulillah</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">one down, three more to go!</div><div style="text-align: center;">let's pray for the best</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: right;">my first degree exam results will be out tomorrow</div><div style="text-align: right;">and I'm so excited, NOT</div><div style="text-align: right;">terima kasih UiTM kerana bagitau semua orang bila keluar T.T </div><div style="text-align: right;">toodles.</div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-15188814847674795262012-02-13T16:28:00.000+08:002012-02-13T16:28:11.900+08:00Bye-bye Whitney<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">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.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">these are some of my favorite Whitney songs:</div><ol><li> When You Believe (with Mariah Carey)</li>
<li>I Will Always Love You</li>
<li>One Moment in Time</li>
<li>Could I Have This Kiss Forever (with Enrique <span class="st">Iglesias)</span></li>
<li>Saving All My Love for You</li>
<li>It's Not Right but It's Okay</li>
<li>Saving All My Love For You </li>
<li>Greatest Love of All </li>
</ol><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/IYzlVDlE72w?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Whitney Elizabeth Houston dead at 48</b> (August 9, 1963 – February 11, 2012) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">so lesson today,</div><div style="text-align: right;">don't do drugs people!</div><div style="text-align: right;">or you'll end up like Winehouse and Houston here</div><div style="text-align: right;">toodles.</div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-52222341168717242162012-01-18T18:46:00.003+08:002012-01-18T19:08:01.289+08:00updating lifewell well. someone made it to degree. <br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="font-size: large;">"no more rainbows and butterflies Hanna, it's sweat and blood now. hohoho"</span></blockquote><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">haha over kot kau. orang lain okay lagi bahagia je dengan degree.</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">LOL that's not gonna be me, rite? rite?<br />
am a fan of 9gag, so cilok gambar jap takpe kan admin </td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">yeah 1st semester wasn't so bad. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">uh-huh Hanna, we'll see, we'll see pfft.</div>doa kan kejayaan aku cepat, or else I'll j@ub!/,@%! <br />
<div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: justify;">ehem kiddin' lah lovelies</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">tapi dialu-alukan tau hee;))</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">me really anxious ya know.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">toodles.</span> </span></div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-65587772799123473612011-12-28T21:18:00.000+08:002011-12-28T21:18:17.052+08:00Mommy, you're so mean!<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><i><em><span>Someday when my children are old enough to<br />
understand the logic that motivates a parent,<br />
I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: <br />
‘I loved you enough to ask where you were going,<br />
with whom, and what time you would be home. <br />
<br />
I loved you enough to be silent and let you<br />
discover that your new best friend was a creep.<br />
<br />
I loved you enough to stand over you for<br />
two hours while you cleaned your room,<br />
a job that should have taken 15 minutes.</span></em><span> </span><em><span><br />
<br />
I loved you enough to let you see anger,</span></em><span> </span><em><span><br />
disappointment, and tears in my eyes. <br />
<br />
Children must</span></em><em><span> </span></em><em><span>learn that their parents aren’t perfect.. <br />
<br />
I loved you enough to let you assume the<br />
responsibility for your actions even when the<br />
penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.<br />
<br />
But most of all, I loved you enough to say <br />
NO when I knew you would hate me for it.<br />
<br />
Those were the most difficult battles of all.</span></em><span> </span><em><span><br />
I’m glad I won them, because in the end you won, too. <br />
And someday when your children are old enough to<br />
understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them. <br />
<br />
Was your Mom mean?</span></em><em><span> </span></em><em><span><br />
<br />
I know mine was.</span></em><span> </span><em><span><br />
We had the meanest mother in the whole world!<br />
While other kids ate candy for breakfast,<br />
we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.</span></em><span> </span><em><span><br />
<br />
When others had a Coca Cola and chips for lunch,<br />
we had to eat home cooked meals.</span></em><span> </span><em><span><br />
<br />
And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was <br />
different from what other kids had, too. <br />
<br />
Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times.</span></em><span> </span><em><span><br />
You’d think we were convicts in a prison.</span></em><span> </span><em><span><br />
<br />
She had to know who our friends were<br />
and what we were doing with them.<br />
She insisted that if we said we<br />
would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.<br />
<br />
We were ashamed to admit it,</span><span> </span></em><em><span><br />
but she had the nerve to break <br />
the Child Labor Laws by making us work.</span></em><span> </span><em><span><br />
<br />
We had to wash the dishes, make the beds,</span></em><span> </span><em><span><br />
learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, <br />
empty the trash and all sorts of cruel<br />
jobs.</span></em><span> </span><em><span><br />
I think she would lie awake at night <br />
thinking of more things for us to do. <br />
<br />
She always insisted on us telling the truth,<br />
the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.</span></em><span> </span><em><span><br />
By the time we were teenagers, <br />
she could read our minds <br />
and had eyes in the back of her head.<br />
Then, life was really tough!<br />
<br />
Mother wouldn’t let our friends just hoot at the gate<br />
when they drove up<br />
They had to come up to the door<br />
so she could meet them.</span></em><span> </span><em><span><br />
<br />
<br />
Because of our mother we missed out<br />
on lots of things other kids experienced. <br />
<br />
None of us have ever <br />
been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other people’s <br />
property or ever arrested for any crime.</span></em><span> </span><em><span><br />
It was all her fault.<br />
<br />
Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults.<br />
We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.<br />
<br />
I think that is what’s wrong with the world today. <br />
It just doesn’t have enough mean moms!</span></em></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><i><em><span> </span></em></i></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: right;"><b>hope this touches your heart as it did to mine.</b></div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-20723004182979977232011-07-08T20:20:00.010+08:002011-07-09T15:10:31.561+08:00ice-breaking.<div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">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. </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">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.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">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.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">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.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">*yawns with jaws wide open* </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">okay continue.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">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.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">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.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">It's been a month now since I settled here. so far, I think I'm loving this new home.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgOhJvKATWOlGCUWn-HHeaDiRZLHG5iu48DqkKW-M5glywa5vzBLUcwYSnLZ4F_pgT1w3LaIa6J_IQPpbpUq-bcPJMdx_tRWXnJMWvP7UWexa79v03JSa-DI7FcC7wkcGz00BumUWSk4/s1600/DSC00509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgOhJvKATWOlGCUWn-HHeaDiRZLHG5iu48DqkKW-M5glywa5vzBLUcwYSnLZ4F_pgT1w3LaIa6J_IQPpbpUq-bcPJMdx_tRWXnJMWvP7UWexa79v03JSa-DI7FcC7wkcGz00BumUWSk4/s320/DSC00509.JPG" width="180" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWK21OJZdXzKeCFhFPmePTDbwJbKffTTWZFPoRAN4WjjHj9WtHPLrGdakNR6qwDbGiARMxTyCzeB44-ltQyyRJEw99TWca9S0OKtvj8KBeRlGpMN3v7W04H-FieTHwAhJj_txOL5RzFlI/s1600/DSC03245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWK21OJZdXzKeCFhFPmePTDbwJbKffTTWZFPoRAN4WjjHj9WtHPLrGdakNR6qwDbGiARMxTyCzeB44-ltQyyRJEw99TWca9S0OKtvj8KBeRlGpMN3v7W04H-FieTHwAhJj_txOL5RzFlI/s320/DSC03245.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;">they managed to get some photos of me. I'm not photogenic, but I'm not saying I'm not good looking right?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-86950436988879708232011-06-01T15:16:00.001+08:002011-06-01T20:03:05.665+08:00stay strong<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://breakupkings.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/breakup.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="197" src="http://breakupkings.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/breakup.gif" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">it's a hard time for you now. but remember that I'm always willing to lend you my shoulder to cry on.</div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-2516504275502538172011-05-05T10:02:00.011+08:002011-05-05T12:48:56.627+08:00okay menyampah dah<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">now that's the hundredth thing you've done that totally pissed me off. got anymore? cause surely you'd like to see me erupt rite?</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">tolong lah weyh.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">anyways,</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I found this 15 year old kid singing one of my oh-so favorite songs, 'One in a Million'. Najwa Latif's the name. it was okay lahhh for me. berbakat jugak dia nie. bagus bagus. dan comel.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/aB38TJOhV_o/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aB38TJOhV_o&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aB38TJOhV_o&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">the Yuna population nampak nya dah bertambah <br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">then I found this gal. she's a Kiwi. bukan buah kiwi ye sahabat atau kiwi binatang tak bersayap tu, tapi Kiwi as in she's from New Zealand. eheh.<br />
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and I gotta say, I was pretty impressed! mmhmm. the way she sang and played that darn guitar makes it all look too easy man huh! I envy you grr. but still, you did blew me away sayang. okay ew.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/DwxKCwho9zA?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">kau boleh main guitar macam dia tak? tak boleh kan haha<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;">hmm tak kesah lah.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;">sapa pun buat cover, I'd always prefer the original. no one can beat you, Ne-Yo! *shrieking obsessed tone*</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: right;">killer moves there Ne-Yo,<br />
keep making 'em awesome songs and clips yaw.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: right;">toodles.</div></div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-24328078203998135042011-05-03T09:43:00.005+08:002011-05-03T09:53:31.520+08:00quote of the day<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><blockquote>"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."</blockquote></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Theodor Seuss Geisel</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"></span></div></div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-31887569682489367012011-04-26T15:37:00.014+08:002011-04-26T19:11:38.807+08:00current wish list<div style="text-align: justify;">#1 The Sims<br />orang main AC LFD Crysis lah segala tapi aku nak main Sims. peduli apa orang nak kata. aku nak jugak pegang my own Sims CD. aku desperate nak main. period.<br /><br />#2 family<br />wish for them to cepat-cepat lah balik Malaysia. kesian Mama dah bosan duduk lama-lama kat sana kan. good news! they're gonna be back this early July, but tak tahu berapa lama. and Ayah plans a ton of things to do. ehem ehem paintball war for the whole family. are you sure Ayah? hmm? hmm?<br /><br />#2 driver's license<br />L is for loser. I'm still a L holder people, and clearly am not satisfied with only L stamped on my face. gotta get the official P within these few months, just got to. then I can prove to Mama I CAN drive. no more 'Boleh ke kau bawak kereta tu Dek?' anymore. and bila dorang balik nanti boleh aku bawak the whole Brady bunch jalan-jalan naik WDK tu kan? yup, high hopes there Hanna haha.<br /><br />#3 studies<br />memandangkan aku cam huh? ahaa? hmm? with this degree thingy in the same course, aku terpaksa merelakan je lah walaupun tak minat. at least there's still that tiny light in the future for me to actually grab hold of a degree script with the results I have for diploma. I just wish I can make it through the rough days of the degree life. and then get a promising job after that. ada kan never-ending cash flowing jobs out there kan?<br /><br />#4 tying the knot<br />ehem * clears throat*. sapa tak nak kan? tapi kalau boleh nak je aku kahwin cepat-cepat dengan jejaka idaman aku nie. hold your horses Hanna, sabar sabar. you have to make sure prince charming and of course YOURSELF dah stabilize in terms of, well, everything. bukan senang family aku nak senang-senang nak kahwin kan, especially all the makciks. dorang rajin menfilter and interview nie. good luck lah sedara.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br />btw,<br />thanks for the idea, <a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://khaixr.blogspot.com/">Adha</a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">anda boleh melayari laman web beliau dengan hanya mengclick nama yang diwarnakan diatas.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span><br /><br />teehee. toodles.<br /></div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-23676178883385093612011-04-07T18:10:00.000+08:002011-04-07T18:10:28.749+08:00tag! you're it!<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">LOL. first time getting a blog-tag.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"> <strong><span style="color: #000099;">1.Adakah awak rasa awak hot?</span></strong></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong></strong><span class="Apple-style-span">Buat apa nak rasa panas?</span></span><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><strong><span style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><strong><span style="color: #000099;">2.Upload pic anda dari PC sekarang</span></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><strong><span style="color: #000099;"> </span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT10lolLj6bdFdc7iDCirGtJ59vaVS-PjAsdACY5xbWz0yuYCa-SR4mFf9_XyoTPbf9rPLDdKeGhqPilX4x6roZGQlyuyiiibiMM7enlBiEXJztKNHxqFRLGrQMCCKjJSHspme-dYuKLM/s1600/DSC00024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT10lolLj6bdFdc7iDCirGtJ59vaVS-PjAsdACY5xbWz0yuYCa-SR4mFf9_XyoTPbf9rPLDdKeGhqPilX4x6roZGQlyuyiiibiMM7enlBiEXJztKNHxqFRLGrQMCCKjJSHspme-dYuKLM/s400/DSC00024.JPG" width="400" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span><br />
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</span></span></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><strong><span style="color: #000099;">3.Cerita la pasal gambar itu. </span></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;">melantak satay kat rumah Hj Samuri kat Shah Alam.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"> <strong><span style="color: #000099;">4.Bila kali terakhir anda makan ayam?</span></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">two days before.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong><br />
</strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span><span style="color: #000099;"></span><span style="color: #000099;"><strong>5.</strong></span><strong><span style="color: #000099;">Apa yang anda buat selain dari menyelesaikan tag ini?</span></strong> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">tengok Oh! My School sambil memaki hamun Yahoo! Mail</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong><br />
</strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong>6.Lagu terakhir yang anda dengar?</strong></span> </span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">Nobody - Wondergirls. err it was because I was watching OMS okayyy</span></strong></span><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong><br />
</strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: #000099;"><strong>7.</strong><strong>Selain dari nama sendiri, anda dipanggil dengan nama apa?</strong></span> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">adek, dekna, kakak, baby. papa mama kau nak panggil pun aku dah tak kesah dah ;DD</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: black;"></span> <span style="color: #000099;"><strong>8.Tag lagi lapan orang!</strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong>yang dah tag ke belum tag ke, aku still nak letak nama korang</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">1.Hanisah</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">2.Najwa</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">3.Amalina</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">4.Adha</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">5.Iffah</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">6.Hafiz Zaki </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">7.Sare</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">8.Eira</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"> <span style="color: #000099;"><strong>9. Siapakah nombor satu? </strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">only the quirkiest gal around mmhmm</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><strong><span style="color: #000099;"><br />
</span></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><strong><span style="color: #000099;">10.Cakap sesuatu pasal nombor lima?</span></strong> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">oh senior ku si cantik manis</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong><br />
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</strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: #000099;"><strong>11.Nombor tiga ada hubungan dengan siapa?</strong></span> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">with me lah! besties</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong><br />
</strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong><br />
</strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong></strong></span><span style="color: #000099;"><strong>12.Bagaimana dengan budak nombor empat?</strong></span> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;">I really don't know. his FB status is now 'in a relationship'</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong><br />
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</strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: #000099;"><strong>13.Pesanan buat nombor enam? </strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">dude, follow your dreams! ;))</span></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong><br />
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</strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: #000099;"><strong>14.Kata kata cinta untuk nombor dua? </strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">marry me please, honey bear? HAHAHAHA</span></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong><br />
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</strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: #000099;"><strong>15.Berikan lima perkara yang anda tahu mengenai nombor satu?</strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">bestie. huggies. smileys. giggly. loveys? hehe lap youuuu</span></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong><br />
</strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong><br />
</strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong></strong></span><span style="color: #000099;"><strong></strong></span><span style="color: #000099;"><strong>16.Persamaan antara kambing dengan lembu? </strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong>mammalia.</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong><br />
</strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong><br />
</strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span><span style="color: #000099;"></span><span style="color: #000099;"><strong>17.Adakah anda tahu Rizman itu sengal?</strong> </span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">who?</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"><strong><br />
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</strong></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b;"><span style="color: #000099;"></span><span style="color: #000099;"><strong>18.Gay or Lesbo? </strong></span></span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Lady Gaga much?</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"></div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-76151897940772125152011-04-01T20:23:00.000+08:002011-04-01T20:23:43.822+08:00I'll be standing right next to you<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/dm2NcCATgtg?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">baby you have me and I have you and I can't be any more happier </div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">"I pray to god to keep you forever"</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">I LOVE YOU</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;">this Bieber obsession is getting outta hand.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;">fudge *handface*</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-64492398053112949782011-03-07T21:20:00.001+08:002011-03-07T21:23:54.930+08:00open your mouth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://bonepit.com/Radiographic%20projections/Facial%20bones%2029M%20OM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276" src="http://bonepit.com/Radiographic%20projections/Facial%20bones%2029M%20OM.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">*yawns*<br />
am tired of assessing this. kau plak kritik ye</div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-39663426989044966942011-03-03T15:53:00.000+08:002011-03-03T15:53:45.621+08:00quote of the day<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">"It's a very funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it "</span></blockquote><div style="text-align: right;"><i><b>William Somerset Maugham</b></i></div></div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-66474344633698041622011-02-22T22:47:00.003+08:002011-02-22T23:03:44.967+08:00situasi di bilik persalinan dewan bedah<div style="text-align: justify;">A : Assalamualaikum, <i>sorry</i> menganggu. <i>Busy</i> tak? Kami nak mintak tolong sikit. Kami ni 'student radiographer' (sambil menunjuk kepada mereka-mereka yang berdiri sebelah pintu) nak keluar. Kami takde kad pekerja untuk <i>scan</i> untuk bukak pintu. Jadi kami nak mintak tolong <i>scan</i> kan untuk kami <i>so that</i> kami boleh keluar, boleh?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">B : (Pandang si A, <i>then</i> pandang <i>students</i> kat tepi pintu, <i>then</i> tengok kad pekerja dia) Nak pergi toilet lah.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">C : Saya takde kad tu dengan saya sekarang. Tunggu lah dia keluar toilet dulu (tunjuk kat si B yang masuk toilet)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">**Pintu dibuka dari luar. Student-student pun tahan la pintu tu dan panggil si A dari jauh</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A : Takpe la kak. Terima kasih. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">apalah salahnya pergi scan kad tu kejap. tak luak pun 2 minit hidup kau.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">dapat pahala lagi tolong orang.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and one more problem.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">perlu ke kau berperangai kerek heloakudoktorkausapa camtu?<br />
muka memang tak payah cakap lah kan. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">bak kata Intan,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>"Orang berbudi, kita berbahasa. Tak paham bahasa, kita ajar dia sikit!"</i></b></span></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><div style="text-align: right;">BTW, today we handled the II on our own despite of being scolded repeatedly by the surgeon</div><div style="text-align: right;">*pats on back + rotten smirk*</div><div style="text-align: right;">toodles.</div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-23486854014160559482011-02-20T12:46:00.005+08:002011-02-20T14:57:34.824+08:00Bieber Fever<div style="text-align: justify;">why is it that people are always condemning JB to the core? frankly, to me, he really does got the moves and voice and looks (that's for sure).<br />
I still don't get it why there's always a reason for hatred.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>"Hanna, kau minat Justin Bieber ek?"</blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">um yes. I'm developing a strong interest in him lately.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">are you catching the Bieber Fever?</div><div style="text-align: right;">no? well I don't give a d*** actually.</div><div style="text-align: right;">toodles.</div><div style="text-align: right;"> </div></div></div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-73109055553451630522011-01-21T19:18:00.004+08:002011-01-21T19:25:50.254+08:00AAA<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">what do you know, I'm in my final year. it feels like only yesterday I reported my geeky self as a freshie at Alamanda *sigh*</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">degree? well, gonna have to do it someday. will it still be in this field? who knows? even I'm not certain.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">these past few weeks, I've had such a headache choosing which pathology to do for my final project. like always, the last minute me had to go with <i><a href="http://www.webmd.com/digestive-disorders/tc/diverticulitis-topic-overview">diverticulitis</a></i>. however, the mission to find a suitable case for it failed after about a week searching in the PPUKM's MedWeb system.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">discussed with mister supervisor and yet again, indecisive me changed my case study to <i><a href="http://emedicine.medscape.com/article/463354-overview">abdominal aortic aneurysm</a></i> a.k.a AAA.</span></div><br />
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this Monday, me and mister supervisor are going to have such an interesting lunch together. wanna come? we'll double date!<br />
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BTW, last semester break was awesome. Prague baby!</div><div style="text-align: right;">okay, enough with the bragging.</div><div style="text-align: right;">toodles.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-57729878499990470492010-12-13T01:18:00.009+08:002010-12-13T02:19:57.135+08:00Wikipedia<div align="justify">out of randomness, I nosed in Wikipedia to do a background check on this MTV personality, <em>Snooki. </em>it's just because she kept rolling into my mind lately. maybe a little too much.</div><br /><div align="justify">why was she becoming the talk of the town? is she like more hotter than Jessica Alba? and why the hell is <strong><em>Jersey Shore</em></strong> so popular now?</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549850237068111906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFqnc5ZKqkD2qxoDNB67lTpzHr4lyRYkFmNf0btlzyLYUfhTnkGOLDwl4dXHOQOdhgRoCmB9ylMCmj6MEXDlhS5D4416XdCWloNkkDGm7ntPhVYq72Eb-BUpkKGzVsAaXgF0r-3EfLlzc/s200/snooki-parts-predictable-pouf-8527-0.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549850650545876082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWEyQfaeSUNAc3YCmvUUzBm1Hb7DBbQf8BJzNy_0voVNZrsJdQlejiIrg_03Ngg5d_iE0A0xyu5wVyX1SvW3qCVb_5T-h_tuJkamdrEhjmI-lU3gzYwiZdoMCF7luaRxmWRe35M9QTCSU/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /> her real name is <em>Nicole Polizzi</em>. and she's wayyy far behind from Alba's hotness. am I right or am I right?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="justify">*yawns*<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://i47.tinypic.com/15saq3c.jpg"></a>hey, did you know that 13 places in the world are named after me? wicked!</div><br /><div align="justify">okay, not after me. I happen to have the same name with those places. sheesh.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2014/2129130612_e12b4d4791.jpg" border="0" />Hanna Lake near Quetta city in Pakistan<br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">9 are named with Hanna's.</div><div align="justify">while the rest are Hannah's.</div><div align="left">no joke people.</div><div align="left"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hanna">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hanna</a></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">okay toodles.</div></div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-31677888896496712092010-12-10T18:14:00.002+08:002010-12-10T18:43:59.907+08:00quote of the day<div align="center"><a href="http://images.picturesdepot.com/photo/f/first_step-4960.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 420px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.picturesdepot.com/photo/f/first_step-4960.jpg" /></a> <em>Homer J. Simpson</em></div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-40632377162285017602010-12-07T01:09:00.013+08:002010-12-08T21:44:38.428+08:00reunited after 10 years<div align="center">Ducktar<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547624653220479170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiptc5gFs1gCZSk6rFCTDH5aI9Nv1y_GBJUSu-j1_ZrvCaEUPdfFBPJrPHTD8QRt_Z8ZmqfuzC9NBa6hb9uL8WLY5zBMqbSB3X99RjIgPzd7WNnEgTI4p21U6Z3NtSNKhWzcIxvpxI7DjU/s320/DSC01545.JPG" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Oma (granny in Deutsch)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547624638456714722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3WD5tdSvVFxbqHuSUYYPmblzNlhX1k4CDmtGqVZedP2jMp5g_fR6o1MaBC1_JjBnGgC19DUcSyTA_I6V_MITcSuFnsjJXfC3mX-GhthcJ3UUxNgym0wXoX1sK-pPo6HZkAIUHFxrHSg/s320/DSC01546.JPG" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Snowbear The First<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547623236496523426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYXw73N7fuUuDKQYwfN3lEVLcqKTaGlbpo5Ls5Tre-Sk4-S7vCaYUBYX1p0FeSMENXSOAPan9FgaQKzmFKYbIy9_jDPQ6wWCVeSm3wGa6qVIOFdBN0AprAcFvpUQiRJAC0ETJwERvj_FA/s320/DSC01547.JPG" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Monkey-mon? (sorry, there's no specific name for him. and aku malas nak rotate)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHK16t57or2B1YQALKxzfAgOkzgJgWYf8wNImwlYGoj74zSW6mVRki19-oCYhA4TIwOtds12beluQXSQuh4xifYaEwMZ08DSdw-HGIUeni7iNcGzfH-NU_Z9KCjfCqregNl-8qBAcfV9s/s1600/DSC01543.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547625575406168498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHK16t57or2B1YQALKxzfAgOkzgJgWYf8wNImwlYGoj74zSW6mVRki19-oCYhA4TIwOtds12beluQXSQuh4xifYaEwMZ08DSdw-HGIUeni7iNcGzfH-NU_Z9KCjfCqregNl-8qBAcfV9s/s320/DSC01543.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">new homies ;))<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz-JRi7TR8D7OUD0HVutPPNKX29-xlfu-gI2SnkOVffNj8wheGHSCbn-6C-J9uO08CHp2N50Mijsz8clahUiNPgn1Ybn2ItjrE6S69CzIMjJvRK3-IgkLHS9MwP9TfhM6teANhplCfiWk/s1600/DSC01544.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547625568404560722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz-JRi7TR8D7OUD0HVutPPNKX29-xlfu-gI2SnkOVffNj8wheGHSCbn-6C-J9uO08CHp2N50Mijsz8clahUiNPgn1Ybn2ItjrE6S69CzIMjJvRK3-IgkLHS9MwP9TfhM6teANhplCfiWk/s320/DSC01544.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lG5vz4btMGfFy16JB7HQpyLGa-tVZ-j_DYcGnOfXW0M0OwAEqim3nlzyWjk2xjMRsRFDtRw-THWAFIMmLCa1m09CTrqJAKcfg-wzZjI7PbQyT-d_ONa5qIZD6kWZdJ3y3q8b3un1T64/s1600/DSC01538.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547624624742576802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lG5vz4btMGfFy16JB7HQpyLGa-tVZ-j_DYcGnOfXW0M0OwAEqim3nlzyWjk2xjMRsRFDtRw-THWAFIMmLCa1m09CTrqJAKcfg-wzZjI7PbQyT-d_ONa5qIZD6kWZdJ3y3q8b3un1T64/s320/DSC01538.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyY0dLGXceUajlzm-LGT5pRbh_CCuYR_vcTYt_O2okRy7AUm_RfNuWmFFWeoREV_zZk7lbN0kpF1MdtdZHwxm6o27LicpLixfyN8C_afEi6XN-e41tR-PJjap61RIhHwjRJOxVj9ysMZQ/s1600/DSC01536.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547623224359453538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyY0dLGXceUajlzm-LGT5pRbh_CCuYR_vcTYt_O2okRy7AUm_RfNuWmFFWeoREV_zZk7lbN0kpF1MdtdZHwxm6o27LicpLixfyN8C_afEi6XN-e41tR-PJjap61RIhHwjRJOxVj9ysMZQ/s320/DSC01536.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">okay, she's gonna get it.</span><br /><br /></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><p align="right"></p><p align="right"></p><p align="right">...and to all of my brothers and sisters,</p><p align="right">Salam Maal Hijrah 1432</p><p align="right">toodles.</p>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-51553604352511335482010-11-22T23:43:00.006+08:002010-11-23T01:07:13.607+08:00yo, 'sup?<div align="justify">well now, I'm back in Friedrichsdorf. and dang it's freakin' cold here. it's not even winter yet but still I'm shivering to death. but if you gonna let me choose between here and Malaysia, I'd choose here! I'd rather freeze here than melt like butter in Malaysia's hot hot sun.<br />okay Hanna kau tak boleh join kempen Najib 1Malaysia.<br /><br />anyways, how's here, some might ask.<br />meh. same old same old. difference is now I gotta listen to my parents' nagging and escape all Hanif's attempts to make me a human sandwich. apa-apa pun, aku still sayang korang. makes me all warm inside when I get to see you after a looong time. sekarang masanya untuk 'beruang' dengan mereka. ahaa Encik Shah, Encik Shah.<br /><br />and oh yeah, since it's almost winter, sundowns here are as early as 4.30 p.m. at 5 it's already dark.<br />huh? kenapa Hanna cepat sangat, whyyyyyy? google it. malas aku nak cerita bab bumi putar-putar nie. aku tunggu nak snow je teehee.<br /><br />sekarang nie aku tengah terkial-kial type disebabkan keyboard Jerman nie dah berterabur huruf-huruf die with all these additional ü€öµÄ etc etc. haihh, somebody slip me a book 'Typing for Dummies' pronto.<br /><br />oleh sebab TV kat sini SEMUANYA BERBAHASA GERMAN, MTV GERMAN, HINDUSTAN PUN GERMAN (okay stop exaggerating, it's their country), aku tak tertarik langsung nak tengok cerita-cerita kat TV tu. nasib CNN tak German, phew.</div><div align="justify">so...I'm starting my marathon watching The Simpsons on DVD, season 1 - season 20. so be jealous people hahaha! *evil laugh*<br /><br />ahaa..Daddy's home. gotta scadaddle, bet he wanna use this lappy.<br />salam dari perantau. ahaks<br />toodles.</div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-59746324739309062442010-11-14T12:56:00.005+08:002010-11-14T13:48:15.510+08:00dreams<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;">tell me, if you get dreams you've dreamed before, is that bad? not once, not twice, but I mean a lot of times in your sleep, <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">and when I say a lot, I mean <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">a lot</span>, like numerous, countless, plentiful, loads. </span>okay I think you get what I mean.</span></span><br />and keeps replaying like tape. what's up with that? huh? huh?<br /><br />I call them my 'series of unfortunate events'. can't erase them from my head *sigh*<br /><br />and yeah, it would be pretty nice if I get dreams, say, get real rich and live in CandyLand, instead of being locked up in the same room.<br /><br />okay whatever.<br /><br />by the way, I feel like singing<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;">"All my bags are packed I'm ready to go. I'm standing here outside your door...I hate to wake you up and say goodbye..."</span></blockquote></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">hey y'all I'm going back to Frankfurt today! balik kampung yop haha<br />see you at KLIA, 2100 hours.<br />toodles!<br /></div></div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-48741033761195321302010-10-27T12:54:00.002+08:002010-10-27T13:09:01.798+08:00move over Miranda Kerr, he's mine!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://behindblondiepark.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/orlando_bloom.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 450px;" src="http://behindblondiepark.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/orlando_bloom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">it's okay baby, I forgive you.</span></div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-63842617182631714482010-10-26T15:13:00.004+08:002010-10-26T15:19:55.821+08:00Last Kiss<div style="text-align: justify;">I still remember the look on your face<br /><br />Lit through the darkness at 1:58<br /><br />The words that you whispered<br /><br />For just us to know<br /><br />You told me you loved me<br /><br />So why did you go<br /><br />Away<br /><br />Away?<br /><br /><br /><br />I do recall now<br /><br />The smell of the rain<br /><br />Fresh on the pavement<br /><br />I ran off the plane<br /><br />That July 9th<br /><br />The beat of your heart<br /><br />It jumps through your shirt<br /><br />I can still feel your arms<br /><br /><br /><br />But now I'll go sit on the floor<br /><br />Wearing your clothes<br /><br />All that I know is that<br /><br />I don't know how to be something you miss<br /><br />Never thought we'd have a last kiss<br /><br />Never imagined we'd end like this<br /><br />Your name, forever the name on my lips<br /><br /><br /><br />I do remember<br /><br />The swing in your step<br /><br />The life of the party, you're showing off again<br /><br />And I roll my eyes and then<br /><br />You pull me in<br /><br />I'm not much for dancing<br /><br />But for you I did<br /><br /><br /><br />Because I love your handshake<br /><br />Me and my father<br /><br />I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets<br /><br />How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something<br /><br />There's not a day when I don't miss those rude interruptions<br /><br /><br /><br />So I'll watch you live in pictures like I used to watch you sleep<br /><br />And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe<br /><br />And I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are<br /><br />Hope it's nice where you are<br /><br /><br /><br />And I hope the sun shines<br /><br />And it's a beautiful day<br /><br />And something reminds you<br /><br />You wish you had stayed<br /><br />You can plan for a change in weather and town<br /><br />But I never planned on you changing your mind<br /><br /><br /><br />Just like our last kiss<br /><br />Forever the name on my lips<br /><br />Forever the name on my lips<br /><br />Just like our last</div>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498099954847356551.post-78858526513157114152010-10-26T15:04:00.002+08:002010-10-26T15:13:19.042+08:00quote of the day<blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Laughter is by definition healthy."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Doris Lessing</span><br /></div></blockquote>Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726372764380362029noreply@blogger.com0