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Sunday, November 11, 2001
10:20 p.m. Kuala Lumpur Standard Time

My final exams start tomorrow!!

You are cordially invited to attend the funeral of
Hani Selamat
God/Allah help her loads!

I should study. Now, where did I put my textbooks at the beginning of the semester....

Saturday, November 10, 2001
11:08 p.m. Kuala Lumpur Standard Time

Tired. Tiring day. Slept poorly. Woke up early.

That rhymed. Why do I keep rhyming?

Anyway. Called Humans because they asked me to drive them to Summit. Humans were all late. I am not "usually" late. In fact, I'd rather be extremely early than a little late. Well, on to important things.

Sweet N Sour Sauce! Sweet N Sour Sauce! McDonald's Sweet N Sour Sauce is now in Malaysia! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Guess what I'll be eating a lot of, this month?

Right. Yes. We had lunch at McDonald's.

Then we watched The One starring Jet Li. Jet Li is the king. The world is divided into the Jet Li fans and the Jackie Chan fans, and I am a Jet Li Fan. The One was amazing and awesome. The best of all the movies he's done in which he speaks English (NOT dubbed). The ending was too cheesy though.

After that, it was somewhat of a blur to me. Did Dance Dance Revolution. My score was 9500, but I have no idea if that's good or bad. Didn't do anything else because I have learnt how scarce my money is and there's no way am I throwing it on games I don't even really care about just because everybody else was doing it.

Bought a book from a second-hand book stall. Don't know how good or bad it is, but I have money, and though I won't spend on something stupid anymore, I will spend on something that looks interesting.

Sent all the Humans home. Got a call from Babang that grandparents were at Uncle Salleh's house and that I was required to visit. By then however, I was sooo sleepy. I had trouble staying awake on the federal highway. I would have gone straight to Uncle Salleh's house except I was dressed in skimpy light-blue dress. My grandmother would have gone through the roof. So there I was trying to make my way back to my apartment.

I was so sleepy, the moment I parked in the basement, I went to sleep. Right in the car. When I finally got up and got out of the car, I couldn't find my handphone! When Babang had called, I had handed it to TJ to put away. I could only conclude that the scatter-brain had taken my handphone with her.

I called my handphone as soon as I got into my apartment. Kak Mi picked it up. Indeed, TJ had taken my handphone and had returned it to my house. I changed my clothes and went to Uncle Salleh's. Got free dinner, and very good mango juice. Better than Syed's. Sigh. Nyayi (my grandmother) said I'm pretty. Bah.

Alia, my thirteen-year-old cousin (perverts stay away!), was playing Sims, designing a new couple: Max and Liv Evans. I was about to choke. I can't believe my baby cousin has turned into a disgusting teeny-bopper. At least she likes Linkin Park and not BSB. Then she answered the phone, and I started destroying her Sims couple. Hahaha. Changed the last name to Bimbo, and things like that.

Then she started telling the guy on the phone lies about me and then handed the phone over to me. So I flirted with the guy a bit. Didn't even know his name or anything. We only knew that he was 21 and I was 20. Haha. I do like flirting. Never could flirt while Tariq's around, because I get stars in my eyes and can't see another guy worth shit while he's around. Sigh. It's difficult, being in Love.

Made my excuses, left, drove to the house, picked up my handphone and came back to the apartment.

Saturday, November 10, 2001
12:03 a.m. Kuala Lumpur Standard Time

Dinner was amazing. Akak took Kak Mi and I to some obcsure place out of town (though it was like ten minutes' drive). The amazing part of it though is the restaurant is run by Chef Kevin, the guy who was the chef at the Legend Hotel. People come to his restaurant and que to get a table, then wait for forty-five minutes willingly to eat his food. His food is worth it. I recommend the sea bass. I really do. The best part is that it's amazing food for affordable prices! My amazing lasagna was only RM8. The sea bass was RM15. The only problem is trying to find your way there....

That's it. I'm tired. Bah.

Friday, November 9, 2001
01:44 a.m. Kuala Lumpur Standard Time

Pitas was down. I have realized that blogs are important, not only to find out the daily lives of all who concern me, but to access all those links on everybody's blogs. You know, your favourite links and all.

I'm a lazy person. I don't bother bookmarking pages that are already linked to another page that I go to often. I go often to everybody's blogs. But when I couldn't go to anybody's blogs, I couldn't go to quite a few of my favourite pages....

No one I know has updated their blogs today because Pitas crashed. Very sad. I haven't heard from my boyfriend since he woke up.

Tina and I went to Coffee Bean tonight. The dude serving us passed me his number. We left the number on the table. Poor dude, but he was skinny. I'm prejudiced against skinny males of any race. As long as they're skinny, I'm convinced they're physically flawed. Well, when one has millions of men falling at one's feet, one has to draw a cut-off line somewhere, in some impersonal way. Can't go out with every Tom, Dick, and Harry who looks at me with lust in his eyes.

Then again, what am I saying? Tariq doesn't like me dating other men. Very boring of him. I like dating. I didn't mind dating only him, but he's not here to date anymore. Not dating at all is very boring.

Hmm, my holy grail of getting guys.....

  • When a guy does not like you, it's not personal. It's like when I don't like a guy because he's skinny. Too bad. Not your fault at all.
  • I just smile and talk and listen. Be myself, and be interested in the guy.
  • I don't do the does-he-like-me-does-he-not anguish game. It's too tiring. I "chase" several guys at once. In fact, I flirt with every guy I find attractive, and even some I don't. I'll get at least one date out of the millions I flirt with. Then I pick out of the dates that work. I don't single out one guy and put all my eggs in that miserable pathetic basket, hoping he'll like me.
  • I be direct. If I find a guy to be sexy, I tell him so. If I want him to ask me out, I mention the idea. :) Example, said with a wink: "You're so sweet. I'd date you. Ask me anytime!" Forget just hovering around hoping he'll ask you out. Guys are too blur.
  • I never, never treat a guy I'm interested in like a brother or a pal.

That's it.

Thursday, November 8, 2001
01:04 a.m. Kuala Lumpur Standard Time

Was it Kak Lina or Babang that said talking to your significant other over the phone when he/she's in a different country from you just makes you miss him/her more?

Anyway, I can safely report that it isn't true. I miss him the exact same amount. A lot. Sigh. Anyway, it was a wonderful call. It didn't really feel special in any way. It felt exactly like all those calls we used to make while he was still in Malaysia each and every night before going to sleep. Strangely, that's special in its way. His voice is still as sexy as ever.

I baked a pizza in the microwave at the house today. The house's microwave can sort of turn into a convection oven, you see. Unfortunately, I didn't wait for the "pre-heat" section to be over, and my pizza got very very burnt. Anyone likes brown-colored cheese on their pizza?

I was scanning pictures for the Star interviewer today. E-mail me about her if you don't know. Shame on you for not being in my address book. Unfortunately, the pictures turned out very poor. Maybe Babang's scanner not very good. Or maybe I don't remember how to set scanners anymore and I'm missing something.... Argh. That whole semester in multimedia scanning what felt like two hundred and forty pictures per day wasted.

I'm enjoying the fact that my boyfriend now has a blog. He's not online, and I'm wondering where the hell he is, but at least I could feel his existence from the fact that he blogged. Most comforted. It was a brilliant move on my part, indeed. Thank you, thank you.

Wednesday, November 7, 2001
12:59 a.m. Kuala Lumpur Standard Time

It is my boyfriend's birthday. It should be a special day.

Yay. Yippee.
So where is he?
Far away from me.
No yay. No yippee.
Poor him. Poor me.

Went to Carrefour. Blew money. I now have food in apartment. What do I have? Two big packs of Maggi in a Mug (mini Ramen) and two packs of Baker Street frozen Hearty Pies (two pies in each pack). Hopefully, food will last me two weeks. Hey, if I'm careful, it'll last me three. Or I could just starve. Then I wouldn't need to blow any money at all.

Now everybody is required to go visit my boyfriend's blog. Call it a birthday present to him. Hey, what cheaper birthday present can there be? Mine cost me RM50. IDD card. Allow me to log off now so I can go be seduced by his beautiful voice.

Tuesday, November 6, 2001
01:24 a.m. Kuala Lumpur Standard Time

Sick. I'm sick. Sick. I'm sick. Sick. I'm sick. Sick. I'm sick.

I hate being sick.

Throw myself out the window and I won't be sick anymore. Then again, at the second floor, I might just end up still alive and in a hospital and more sick. Bloody hell.

I'm sick. Sick. I'm sick. Sick. I'm sick. Sick. I'm sick. Sick.

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.

Picture of the Week - Commemorating my boyfriend's birthday...

Tariq's MINE!

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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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