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Sunday, December 9, 2001
09:54 p.m. Eastern Standard Time
Today Mom and I drove all the way to Princeton again. It wasn't so boring today because we had some nice chit-chat.
We went to Princeton because they were doing a little function on Islam awareness. They showed a movie on Islam, and then Mom, an Imam (Islam religious authority of a sort), and a professor on Middle East, sat as a panel and answered questions. It was good and fun. They had food for fast-breaking which was just delicious.
After that we ate Chinese for dinner. I got so full, although I couldn't eat very much. I need to start exercising again so I can stuff more food inside me. Sigh.
After that, Mom, my little sister and I came back to New York. I'm very very sleepy. For some reason my boyfriend isn't online. I miss him buckets. He hasn't even given a reason for not being online. What is happening?
Saturday, December 8, 2001
11:58 p.m. Eastern Standard Time
My little sister was not feeling very well, so Mom and I drove her back to Princeton. That took most of the day. It was mostly boring. Dorah slept, I sang along to Mom's CDs, and Mom drove.
We got back in time to go to the Malaysian Mission for fast-breaking. Good food. Unfortunately, whatever got Dorah got me too, except it didn't show until I ate something to trigger it. So I didn't get to terawih. I went home instead.
I got hungry and did some kitchen adventuring. I cooked instant noodles on the stove and baked some cheese sticks in the oven, along with making Mom's tea. The instant noodles went fine, since I do them on regular basis. Mom's tea did fine too, I guess. She didn't complain. The cheese sticks had to go back into the oven for extra time, though. I guess I put them in too early. Hey, they're the first time I'm cooking 'em. Give me a break. I'll do better next time.
I have finally attached my camera to my computer. From this week on, you shall see many many pictures, taken with my excellent FujiFilm digital camera! My only problem right now, is that the computer in New York doesn't have PhotoShop. I miss my PhotoShop!
Saturday, December 8, 2001
12:24 a.m. Eastern Standard Time
Today, I was awakened by the building supervisor entering my room and telling me that the guys were there to do something to the windows. I was incoherent, and he speaks with a foreign accent, so I didn't understand much. My standard word after he speaks is, "Sure."
Amidst that my mother calls and says she has a discount for United Colors of Benetton and we should look at the coats there. So I got dressed and toddled to midtown to meet her. Coats sucked.
Went back to the apartment. Watched a bit of TV, then went out again. Broke fast with McDonald's at Barnes & Noble. Read Batman: Officer Down: New Gotham II and JLA: Tower of Babel. Both are evolving stories about Batman, but the latter was better.
Had dinner with Mom and my little sister at a Chinese/Japanese restaurant near our apartment. Then went to see Shallow Hal. Excruciatingly fun. Fun for obvious reasons. Excruciating because I just can't stand watching people make fools of themselves. Sigh. Hufflepuff to the core, I am.
Very very very sleepy now. Miss Tariq buckets. Didn't get to talk to him because I went out gallivanting. Sigh.
Thursday, December 6, 2001
11:12 p.m. Eastern Standard Time
Today, I tried to call Tariq again. A million more times, it felt. Sigh. I miss him so much. I hate it when we can't talk. Very sleepy now.
I also went to the UK Harry Potter site to put my head under the Sorting Hat. I'm a Hufflepuff. Though, but for the fact that I could not spend money I've found, I would be in Slytherin. My wand is apparently a 10-inch willow made with unicorn hair.
Went to break fast with Mom at her office again. Ate the pasta at the U.N. cafeteria. Pasta guy was really scary. He was singing Delilah. If you know the lyrics of that song, you'd understand why it's scary. I never realized before how sick the lyrics of that song could be. Pasta, however, was excellent. Great and amazing. Worth facing the strange and scary pasta-man.
After that, I went downtown. Went to Ricky's (beauty shop) and bought myself buttons. My buttons says: "You Say I'm A BITCH Like It's A Bad Thing" and "Damn Right I'm Good In Bed/I Can Sleep For Days." They were small, cheap buttons and I needed to treat myself for not being able to talk to Tariq.
I did some window shopping. Body Shop in the U.S. is sooo cute. They have salesmen instead of girls. They dress in black, with this little green apron with a pocket. It was so much fun, snooping around and flirting with them about massage oil and aromatherapy. It's really a good idea. Girls are just too much competition to feel comfortable with about goop, but men, especially gay men? Just great. He flatters you believably, and you're not self-conscious about whether he's interested in you, or she's so much prettier than you.
Found some amazing, beautiful knee-length boots at another shop. Original price $170, down to $80. They were exactly what I was looking for. Sigh. My fingers feel itchy for them. When I told Mom about 'em she didn't seem to be very enthusiastic, however.
After a few shops, I went to Barnes & Noble, read a bit, then purchased a book. I suddenly got hungry again and bought myself a Filet-O-Fish. Then I went home. Mom demanded I call her next time I'm on the way home.
Then, I managed to call Tariq! Happy joy. I Love him and I Love his voice. On the whole, it was a nice, nice day. Window shopping, however, is very dangerous. Thank God that I have had practice in self-discipline in this past year. Otherwise, it would have been like last summer: eight hundred bucks gone in a month.
Wednesday, December 5, 2001
09:37 p.m. Eastern Standard Time
I am pissed off. I tried to call Tariq five times. Each time, I just get his voice-mail. I originally had thirty minutes to talk with him. Now, pointlessly, I'm down to fifteen. I could kill his stupid One2One mobile service if it were a living entity. Somebody with some wealth and power, please take it over or send it into bankruptcy. It's recession. It ought to be easy. Never mind how my logic goes. It makes sense to me.
Sigh. All I wanna do is to communicate with my boyfriend. ICQ message, chat, phone. I don't really care. I just want a daily conversation with him. Is that really so much to ask?
Okay. Ranting done. Move on to my day.
I was minding my own business today, maintaining my strength because I was too sleepy last night to eat properly so was a little bit too hungry today. Suddenly I get a knock on my door and some huge looming guy tells me he's come to check on my dishwasher. I was like what? Apparently my neighbour downstairs was supposed to have called me and informed me of this, but I don't know what happened, I didn't get any such call. So I called Mom and she confirmed that the man was there to fix the dishwasher. They kept coming in and out and in and out, and I had to interrupt myself to answer the door constantly. It was sooooo annoying.
Thank God for my great and amazing patience.
After that, I broke my fast with McDonald's. Filet-O-Fish and fries. I paid for small fries, but for some reason the lady gave me medium fries. I didn't even realize it until I got home.
Energy regained, supplemented by a truffle, I did the laundry. I couldn't bear to fold the clothes, however. I hate folding clothes.
I decided to reward hard work with a call to my boyfriend and it ended up with aforesaid rant. Sigh. Kill One2One.
Tuesday, December 4, 2001
10:38 p.m. Eastern Standard Time
Today, I find out that an article on my blog, and a few others, has been published in a Malaysian newspaper. There's a stunted version online. My family tells me the hardcopy article mentions the college I attend which is just marvelous, leaving me open to being stalked should my great and amazing luck run out.
So readers out there note: I do not appreciate being stalked. You may e-mail, and we will try to find mutual acquaintances who can introduce us to each other.
I cut my hair today! Mom paid for it. Yippee. Unfortunately, I look like Julie Andrews. When I told my boyfriend that, he had the nerve to start singing The Sound of Music. Unsupportive, unsympathetic male. It was a good thing he's miles and miles away, or I'd be braiding his hair into pigtails for a week. Oh yes, his hair is now shoulder-length. I'm jealous.
I broke my fast with Mom at her office. We had Indian food. Good samosa. Delicious samosa. Mom says I can have pasta from the U.N. cafeteria tomorrow. Yay. We went to the cafeteria to buy drinks. The pasta guy was very funny. A man was asking the names of the pasta shapes. The pasta guy said one was "dinosaur" and another one was "pokemon."
After fast-breaking I went to Barnes & Noble! I didn't get to finish the book I was reading because they kicked me out at closing time. I was only a few pages to the end too! I came back and called Tariq. Took a while because the reception was being funny.
I'm sleepy now. It's been a nice, though uneventful day. I need to pester more people. Haven't seen anyone but Su-Queen.
Tuesday, December 4, 2001
12:07 p.m. Eastern Standard Time
I fell asleep before I could blog last night. Bah.
I didn't even do much yesterday. I spent the whole day in the apartment, emotionally regrouping from being dragged to foreign places. (Yes, Connecticut is foreign to me.)
I read story books, I watched TV, and I broke my fast with Chinese food. Spent a bit too much on it.
My boyfriend's computer is down, so we can't talk online. Alas. However, I still had a few minutes left from the phone card mentioned yesterday and so I called him. I Love him loads.
Mom nagged at me when she came home. Sigh. She complains she's tired and then expends energy nagging me, on something I can't do much about. Sheesh. I washed the dishes, though, which I am very proud of. I made her tea. She stopped nagging me after that. She can't nag someone who makes her tea, now can she?
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Hello!
Name
- HANI
Selamat
Gender
- Completely female.
Birth date - Mid-Capricorn 1981.
Occupation
- Student
acquiring a Bachelor of Commerce in Marketing.
Loves of my life - Me,
Myself and I. Plus Tariq.
Living Arrangements - An apartment in the city of Kuala Lumpur and a house in the suburbs of Petaling Jaya.
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NOSE
by HANI Selamat
My nose is falling off
I can feel it
I can nearly see it
My nose is coming off Don't tell me
otherwise
Such words are all lies
My nose is falling off My nose hasn't
fallen yet
I've been waiting and waiting
It's still there just hanging
My nose hasn't come off yet I couldn't
wait
It got too late
So I cut my own nose off
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