Saturday, December 27, 2008

the little things he did............

Chester and Clarence Tai are leaving today for New Zealand.

For those who don't know, Chester and Clarence are my church members, and the reason why they are migrating is becuz the entire family is goin. I think it's summin about the mom having a job transfer.

Anyway, this is isn't about why and stuff. This is a little post to say thank you to Chester, for everything he has done.

Chester showed me that the little things you do will sometimes do a lot for someone. Well, the someone being me. I'm quite quiet in church, and not many ppl come and take much notice. That's mostly my fault because I can't make it for the youth group (drat them piano lessons), and I don't exactly open my mouth to get new friends. Heh.

Anyway, Chester was one of the guys who reached out to me. I mean, he didn't start talking and talking like crazy to me, frankly I probably wouldn't like that. But whenever he saw me, he said hi, and whenever I helped him in the OHP, he would thank me later. And somehow, those small gestures really touched me, and made me feel that I wasn't going about unnoticed.

Chester's also someone who was serious about his faith, and yet fun to be around with. In many ways, he set an example for me and became one of my role models.

Clarence. Well, I don't know him too well, because he is way younger than me; but I can see he's really dedicated and has a lot of potential.

I hope and pray that these two will continue to walk in the Lord, and be a blessing to others.

Chester, whether you see this or not, I'd just like to say thanks a lot, everything you did for me, every small gesture, meant a lot to me.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008


I've finally gathered me thots about my camp, and all I can say is that is I try to give you a report on my amazing experience, I will be indulging myself in those memories, and in the process, bore you to tears. All I can say is, I'm so glad I listen to God's call and went for it, despite being alone, I've learnt so much, in so many ways.

(For those of you who don't know, d'NA stands for the D'Nous Academy. Nous means heart, mind and soul in Greek. )

Anyways, I didn't feel lonely at all while I was there, and I met quite a few crazy people, so I'm not the only mad one around, yay! However, they're all so intelligent and mature, I feel like a 6 year old hanging around with some working young adults!!(who are a bit cracked in the head.)
But in many ways, they're all, well, kindred spirits, in a sense. And the camp officers are really fun and they don't mind me asking questions at all.

Actually, I'm not quite sure what else to say about this camp, not becuz it was boring or anything like that, in fact it was so enriching and fulfilling it'll take a very long time for me to actually finish saying everything, and there are things that somehow just can't be said. I really felt touched by God there, and I gained a lot of knowledge. And every time a lesson is over, there's this nudging in me, asking me the same question, again and again:

How then should I live?

After all the knowledge, experience, and all the amazing things I've received, how am I going to live after that? My life cannot just go back to the same thing. There has to be a change somewhere. I've definitely been renewed, but what am I to do about that now?

I guess I have to live out what I've learnt, and give out what I've received.'s not going to be easy at all, in fact it will be very difficult, but I have to do my best.

Getting theological, am I not? Ha, this camp has got me thinking a lot, besides having fun.
Anyways, I'll put up a photo album of the camp after Christmas, going to be real busy these days.

I thought of putting up a Christmas's wish list, but I don't find it worth it. I didn't get you guys anything. Besides, I'll probably get a lot from the relatives and my family. And I've already received the greatest gift of Christmas - Christ Himself.

Getting theological again, am I not?

Blessed CHRISTmas to all of you out there! May you never forget the true reason for the season!!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

erm....not sure wat title to give

This is something I wrote on my first day at d'NA...was walking around and found inspiration...but it's a bit lame...heh.

Sing Trees
Sing of Splendor
of Majesty
of Beauty that transcends Human Comprehension.

Sing Birds
Sing of Happiness
of Joy
of Peace and the Everlasting Spring.

Dance Grass
Dance to Music
to Passion
to the rhythm of the Earth Song.

Dance Flowers
Dance with Grace
with Laughter
with the Reckless Abandon of Summer.

That's it...once again, please don't copy n'paste!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

I'm back and for the first time, emo...

I'm back from my d'Nous Academy camp....
I'm so sad!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That was my best camp ever and now it's OVER....
Anyways, I'll be telling you what I've learnt from it and all that..maybe some pics if I know how to add them.(yeah, loser again)
I just realized the reality of my life again...

I GOT HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vanity of vanities..........

Sunday, November 30, 2008


I just realized that it’s going to be December really soon. Time really does fly. One moment we were ushering in the beginning of year 2008, and now it’s almost the end.

I’ve been real busy helping out with the annual spring-cleaning of the house; though why we call it spring-cleaning is a mystery to me. There’s no spring here!! Anyway, that’s why I haven’t been bloging much. Actually, that’s a bit of an overstatement. I haven’t been blogging at all! I don’t know why, but I just don’t fell like blogging.

I once said that this blog is for myself. Well, I guess I’m wrong. I hate typing. I loathe doing tedious work. I can’t think of anything when I type. Nothing comes to me. I like writing on paper, not in front of a computer screen. Arnan gets inspired when his fingers are on the keyboard. For me, it’s a pen or pencil between my fingers and paper under my hand.

So this blog isn’t for my personal satisfaction. I guess the reason why I’m not blogging is because no one seems to read it. Everyone else’s blog I go to has followers, comments and tons of things in their cbox. I don’t have many comments, you don’t even need to scroll down my cbox and I got 0 followers. If anyone’s reading this blog, they don’t seem to care much. Maybe I’m a bad blogger.

Let’s face it- I’m discouraged!! *sob sob* (bring out the violins).

So please, please comment. I need some feedback. You can say that I’m a selfish,
self-centered, attention-seeking, obnoxious, narcissistic, emo-minded fistula of flab.
I don’t mind. I probably am. But I just want to know that you are reading my blog. I know there aren’t many cool things to do or see here, and my entries may be stupid and boring. Well then, just say so. Hannah, your entries are stupid and boring, and there’s nothing cool in your blog!

That’s the only way I’d know, you know. =p

So, a comment, please? But I prefer you writing in my cbox. Easier to see. Just say something. Can’t be too hard, right? Look….


See how easy it is?

P.S. Arnan, you owe me. I’ve been following your blog. I want a line from you. And to justify myself, I will be writing more. I even put nice colourful fonts already, see? =p

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Step Up Dance Videos...very late!

Here's the Step Up dance videos that I promised to put up a LOOOOONG time ago. Just figured out how to add videos in my blog this week you see.......

So, hope you'll enjoy the grooves and move it move it too!!

Want more of them? Let me know, ok?

Thursday, November 20, 2008


Can you believe this? Miley Cyrus, aka Hannah Montana has just charmed her way into my big bro, Arnan's heart.


Well, maybe that was an exaggeration. He's not having a crush on her or anything; he just likes her. Her songs, that is. Personally, I thought he wouldn't even give a tuppence about her. Funny how people change. He listens to her song Breakout about five times in one day!!

Personally, I like her very much. She's one of my favourite Disney characters. She's better than High School Musical. I like her, because she's as crazy as me, and a lot of people know how to pronounce my name correctly now, thanks to her. Sure, she's done something scandalous, but let's not forget that she's young and very immature. And didn't Venessa Hudgens from HSM did something scandalous too? I'm not justifying their actions, but I guess we shouldn't just look at her mistakes.

All the same, she has accomplished much if Arnan likes her. I'm serious!! His taste for music has changd quite a bit for him to like her songs, he always liked quiet, christian music.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Mr. President Barack Obama

Finally, The longest and most expensive campaign in the history of America is over. And it has all paid off for one man-BARACK OBAMA.

Congratulations from me goes to Barack Obama, The 44th President of the U.S. of A, and also for creating history by being the very first African-American President America has ever had.
Personally, I've been very much riveted and attracted to this man, much more than McCain. Did you watch his speeches?? They're amazing! The perfect use of words, the way he addresses the crowd, the country, the Here's a small snippet off his victory speech:

If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where
all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive
in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your

It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and
churches in numbers this nation has never seen; by people who waited three hours
and four hours, many for the very first time in their lives, because they
believed that this time must be different; that their voice could be that

It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat
and Republican, black, white, Latino, Asian, Native American, gay, straight,
disabled and not disabled – Americans who sent a message to the world that we
have never been a collection of Red States and Blue States: we are, and always
will be, the United States of America.

It's the answer that led those who have been told for so long by so many to be cynical, and fearful, and doubtful of what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day. It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America.

Man, I wish I could debate like that. He gives me goosebumps. He really makes me believe in change. Our Malaysian politicians can take a leaf out of his book, no offense to anyone.

Also, I feel that he is a perfect representative for America. I mean, America is supposed to be the place where all cultures, races and beliefs melt and fuse together to form one people, right? Barack Obama is the prefect example of that.

That said, he will be facing a great mountain ahead of him, and being in the White House is going to bring a lot of responsibility down on his shoulders. I sincerely hope that all of America will back him up and forget about racial differences, because indeed, united we stand, divided we fall. I think, Obama's slogan applies to all countries, including Malaysia. We can believe in change, and we the people can provide that change. It's been proven in our election this year, and it has proven again in the American election.

Congrats again to the new Mr. President, and may all the dreams you have for the good of America and the world be fulfilled. God bless you.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Fighting Idleness...

Right now, I feel like everything is over and I'm suddenly on a very long holiday, which I am...exams over, see?

So now I got no more adrenaline. That's the problem when your education system is exam-orientated...the beginning of the year is rush, rush, rush, study, study, study, camps, camps, camps, competitions, debate, piano, EXAM, EXAM,EXAM,until you are fit to burst.

Then suddenly, eh? Over already-ah?

Yeah, I can read all the books I wanted to read, I can write stories, I can continue my novel, but I was focused so long on school that suddenly I feel a bit flaccid. Idleness, that seducing ol' codger is back. He's pulling at me, telling me to rest, to sleep, to do nothing, to moan when there is housework. Oooh, he is one heck of a good persuader.

I've got to fight him off. Excuse me....*WACHAI* * HIYAH!* *POW!* *SMACK* *DISH DISH* *WAKAI* * swinging lightsaber* TAKE THAT!


hehe, You're backing away from your computer screen, aren't you? Aww, don't leave me!
Anyway, these are a few of my battle strategies to fought Mr. Idleness:
1. Read the 2 books required for the d'nous academy camp.
2. Practice piano!
3. Write the debate story
4. Start research for novel
5. badminton!
6. Tidy room, shelves, schoolbag..
7. read......and read....and read.....
8. Aw man! Maths hwk(she's teaching F5, can you BELIEVE this?!)

That's more or less it...oh yes!write in blog,hehe.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Ah-choo! *sniff*

I spent the whole of today cleaning up my study table. I've been putting it off for the past 2 years, justifying myself by saying it was an organized mess. Finally, with a year's worth of nagging in my ears, I set myself to it. It shouldn't be too hard, right? It's just a table. Start at one end, and you will finish in no time.
Yeah, right.
It was only when I started did I realized what a messy, disorganized person I am. So much for"Organized mess". It was time for Operation Bulldozer. I can't believe that I've been studying with an inch of dust around me for the whole year! I finished with dust covering me from head to toe, and sneezing so badly that my mom thought I had a cold. But ol' Messy the Parasite has been terminated. At least from my table. There's still the box underneath my table, and all the shelves, and my room....
Anyway, while I was sorting out all the trash I've been collecting, I found all my unfinished stories and poems and doodlings that I thought was lost. There's even the Star Wars parody on my debate team! I'm going to do that one first...and post it here!
I'm doing my room tomorow, I wonder how many days that will take........ACHOO!

Thursday, October 23, 2008


OH PRECIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, don't you DARE start on how I should ready myself for SPM. I want to enjoy myself for at least a MONTH. The battle's been won, the war over, the enemy defeated, the dragon slain, the fellowship reunited, the princess awakened, the treasure found, the king is crowned, the party begins!!

Anyway, there were a few quotes and passages that flew through my mind when I handed up my last paper of the year, and here they are..

And now I don't care even if my tea leaves spell die Ron die, I'm just
chucking them into the bin where they belong.

Ron Weasly concerning his Divination exam in Harry Potter and the Order of
the Phoenix

"I know I messed up Ancient Runes, " muttered Hermione feverishly, "I
definitely made one serious mistranslation. and the Defence Against the Dark
Arts practical was no good at all. I thought Transfiguration went all right at
the time, but looking back -"

"Hermione, will you shut up, you're not the only one who's nervous!" barked Ron. "And when you've got your eleven 'Outstanding' O.W.L.s.."

"Don't, don't, don't!" said Hermione, flapping her hands hysterically. "I know I've failed everything!"

"What happen if we fail?" Harry asked the room at large.

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Ah well, Harry, you would do all right if you failed, but I'm doomed. And I know I messed up Sejarah. But what's done is done.

There's so many things I wanna do, so many books i wanna read, I can't wait to start!! But I 'm afraid I got to go for tuition still. Blast!

Have to go now. I'll be posting more next time!

English Finals-Essay

This is what I wrote for my English exam-have fun!
English essay -Finals
Question (b) – School life is full of fun. Do you agree?

6.00 a.m. My alarm clock rang. I let out a moan, and pushed the accursed thing off my bedside table. It fell on the floor with a crash loud enough to wake the dead, but I went back to Dreamland.

6.30 a.m. Woke up to my mother’s insistent shaking. Thought there was an earthquake and yelled. Glanced at the somewhat broken alarm clock and screamed. I-AM-LATE!!!

7.01 a.m. Flew to school faster than the fastest jet in the world. Was late to report for prefect duty by one stinking minute. Drat. Mr. Head Prefect was in the prefect room and he raised his eyebrows at my entrance. Double drat. I couldn’t give him an excuse because I was panting hard and even if I wasn’t I had no excuse anyway. So I nodded and dashed off to my classroom.

7.15 a.m. I told a girl off for not pinning up her hair and she gave me a glare that made my insides churn. I held my ground, or at least I hope I did. Sigh. Days like this make me want to resign from prefect duty.

7.35 a.m. Two agonizing periods of Additional Mathematics. Add Math teacher marched in and gave us and inspiring lecture n how dumb we were. I loved the way he pronounced “dumb”. It was as if he put every inch of loathing into that word. Dumb. Dumb. Dumb. I couldn’t stop saying it. Dumb. I turned to Stephen. We caught each other’s eye and together we said it at the same time: Dumb. And then we cracked up, right in the middle of his lecture. How dumb of us.

8.45 a.m. English. We all had to rush off as fast as we could in our heavy bags to another class because we were, and still are, a floating class. We crashed right smack-dab into the students who were coming out. Took us about ten minutes to get a seat. English teacher was great, though it was hard for her to bring her lessons across when every idiot in class was interrupting her. Na├»ve and idiotic questions were flying left, right and center. Finally, when she smacked her head in frustration, the boy who was making he most noise turned to everyone and shouted, “Eh, shut up! Teacher’s trying to teach!” I have decided that I will never be an English teacher.

Recess. I brooded on the unfairness and the torture I had to go through. Watching all those students slurping up their noodles and smacking their lips, while I had to stand and carry out my prefect duty, was more than I can bear. Finally, when it was all over, I rushed off to the food counter to grab a bite and promptly lost my apatite and possibly, my breakfast. Went back to the circle of prefects who were chatting. Caroline was complaining to Mr. Head Prefect on how his class was the worst she had ever encountered. He nodded and said nothing, but looked like he was trying very hard not to roll his eyes and cry “Why God, why?”

Chee Jong was trying to talk Ara out of eating the fried fish balls he had bought. He squeezed them into pulp and cried, “See? See? Look at all that oil!!” I think Chee Jong would be a great politician. Imagine him trying to prove Anwar guilty of sodomy. Imagine what he’ll be squeezing. Praveen didn’t feel like going back to class for Physics, and I nearly followed suit when Ara, waving his fish balls, or fish pulp, snarled, “You-are-a-prefect!”

11.00 a.m. Physics. Teacher was trying to explain, above the noise our class was making, about light and reflection. She was explaining a so-and-so’s law about mirrors. The genius, Clement, was asking, “How can there be an inside of the mirror?” Shakilan was screaming, “How can there be an outside reflection when the reflection is inside the mirror?!” Chee Jong was pounding his head and chewing Ara at the same time, don’t ask me how. Carolyn was saying, “Don’t chew the doll!” , meaning Ara. I was wondering what would happen if my reflection and my real self were to get mixed up. James and Stephen were playing a game of catch with ping-pong balls and filter funnels. The boys at the back were playing pool. Teacher looked on the verge of tears.

12.10 p.m. Mathematics. Math teacher slammed down her books and began shrieking at the top her voice about something. I think it was about a boy joining our class. Anyway, she kept going on and on and on and I thought she will never stop. But she did, and said that she will never mention the subject again. 5 minutes later, she started spewing out more. I was shaking with suppressed laughter. James was asleep. Stephen looked about to do the same.

1.20 p.m. Malay. I was already cackling with glee at the funny way our Malay teacher’s hair moves. It jerks here and there, like a chicken sticking its head out. Chee Jong turned around and said. “ Do you know that when he raises hi arms, you can look right through his sleeve and see his armpit hair?” I collapsed with laughter.

1.55 p.m. All of us were packing up and leaving for home. Clement and Kee Wen were having a hot debate on singers David Cook and David Archuleta. Clement was saying that Archuleta’s hot and Cook’s not while Kee Wen was a opposing him in a more violent manner. Ara and I were discussing the thrilling events in the last Harry Potter book and Chee Jong was cracking dirty jokes with Shakilan, which I did my best to ignore. All of us gathered outside the school and started cracking jokes and giving snide remarks about everything and anything. I staggered into Mum’s car with a stitch in my side. Mum stared at me and asked how school was. I choked up my answer: Fun.

3.00 p.m. Had my lunch and my bath. Pulled out a very tattered looking piece of paper from my school bag. It was my English homework. The question was in bold letters.

“School life is full fun. Do you agree?”

I started laughing.

Author’s note: I hope you enjoyed that essay. To all my teachers, those of you who were mentioned in the essay were only because I happened to find you the most interesting out of all my teachers. I’m terribly sorry if I offended you in any way and I am now on bended knee, pleading with you to not take this essay seriously. To all my friends whom I have mentioned above, you shouldn’t be offended either. The reason I wrote above your (and my) crazy antics was because I love all of you and you guys a part of who I am. And for those who were not mentioned, you are extremely lucky as this proves that you are completely normal and I love you too. By the way, the little Anwar joke was not in any way, meant to insult the government or the nation. This is just a crazy, nutty, and completely mad student’s work.

Author’s afterthought: Phew, That’s a lot of apologies for one essay! Of course, please do not copy this off as your own work, okay? I’m may be off my rocker, but I take my essays and writings very seriously and put a lot of work into them. So please, honor the Writer’s Code: No copy n’ paste!

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Sunday, September 21, 2008

Dance and me

Lately I've been looking at the dance scenes in step up....yes I know it's very late and all of you are probably screaming at me "LOSER" but I honestly don't care. I haven't watch the movie and I'm hoping some kind, wondeful soul out there will lend the vcd ,dvd, whatever to me.

But honestly, the dancing is way cool. The way they merged classical dancing with hip hop is phenomenal. You probably wondering why me, of all people, am talking about dance. Well, this is one little secret I had..until now.

I really, really love dancing.

*embarassed laughter*

Yeah, I always love dancing, ever since I was small. Love to groove, to move to beat, to let my body convey how I feel about the music. (that sounds odd!) I think that dance is the physical art of music. Did I say that right? It's like the score sheet to a song. Every note, every beat, every quaver, is conveyed through the body. Isn't it amazing? Thank God for dance.

I always wanted to learn how to dance. But my parents told when I was 4, that it was either dance lessons, or piano. I chose piano. Not that I regret it, after all, music is the heartbeat of dancing; but I just wish I had gone for dance lessons too. I doubt I can dance now. I can barely touch my toes (oops, another secret out)! But when I'm all alone in the house, and ther's a funky beat, I won't hesitate to get groovin'.

So now when I see Jamie and Chee Jong groovin', or the contestants in so you think you can dance, or anyone for that matter, I'll be like *sigh*, I wish I could do that. But I'll live.

Oh, I dunno how to put videos on my blog yet, (do I hear LOSER again?) but when I do, I'll show you them cool moves on step up. And unless someone lends me the movie, I'' be waiting for tv3 to show it in a few years or so.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008


Yeah yeah I know I put this up on friendster a looong time ago. But hey, everyone is pressuring me to put a new post up and I don't have much time to write anything so...copy and paste. Enjoy! And any you rappers out there, hope you "dig" this.
But please folks, please refer to rule number 1 in my first post and stop pressuring me! I'm studying!

Chocolate cookies, vanilla ice-cream
A Cadbury bar, just for me
I don’t care about the waist line
Just give me a piece of pie
Sundaes, cocktails,
Bags of Twisties, it’s on sale!
Let the weighing machine scream
I need more chocolate cream
And everybody sing: Food, food, food, oooohhhh
Food, food, food, glorious food
You see, you live only once
And you can’t live it twice
Spend your one life on a diet
The day you die you wish you’d feasted
Cause your body shape ain’t more important
Than your one time enjoyment
When you finish your stick modeling
You’d wish you were eatin’
More than your salad greens
And pieces of lettuce
Should have tried the roti canai
Instead of those tissue (!?)
But don’t just listen to me
It won’t help the issue
Get out there and try a well done steak
It’ll prove itself to ya
And everybody sing: Food, food, food, oooohhhh
Food, food, food, glorious food

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Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Hello all!

This is it. Finally, for better or for worse, I have a blog. Behold, O World Wide Web, the ultimate craziness of ME!!
Anyway, I just like to mention a few things concerning my blog:
1. I will not be commited. Meaning, I will not be blogging frequently. You won't hear from me for a loooong time, simply because I am a plagmatic. But I 'll try to update as often as possible.

2. I will not be succumbed into writing about my boring, mundane daily activities, simply because they are boring and mundane. If I decided that I battled with a dragon instead of struggling with tons of homework, so be it.

3. I hope that none of you out there would do the despicible act, known as "copy n' paste". I can't stop you (why would you want to do that anyway??) but I hope you can stop yourself. If you can't, then you will forevermore remember that you have pushed me into the depths of despair and turned my life into a graveyard of buried hopes. May you sleep with an easy conscience (not).

That's all from the Dysfunctional Pilgrim now. Oh, and the reason I called this blog the dysfunctional pilgrim is because I am dysfunctional (abnormal or unhealthy intepersonal behaviour), and in many ways, I am a pilgrim who is trying her utmost best to produce ripples in this world before returning home.