Wake Up - Three Days Grace

on my mp3 : DJ special K - ATB and paul van dyk

tt after two years on probation, my "p" license is finally done yipeeeaaaayyyyy!

btw do NOT watch beneath still waters bodoh nak mampooossss!!

Welcome Home - Coheed and Cambria

on my mp3 : what you know - T.I

um yeah i got back from bali yest...cant sleep yet not sure why..so im thinking of writing about my trip now. well here it goes

bali, the place to be. was 10times better than phuket. it was just like phuket, but more civilised. and the shops ther are muchhhh better.

day 1: checked in at the hotel, changed and walked to kuta square. a street full of surf&skate shop with brandnames like quiksilver, roxy, ripcurl, mooks bla bla bla and one thing i noticed, there's polo stores in every 5 meters and they're half the price than other places. ate at a nasi padang restaurant, small but clean. went back to the hotel n slept.

day 2: had bfast. had these little custard pastries that tasted so gooodddd and also chocolate pastries. not much to eat since most of them contains pork(yuck!). dad rented a van with a driver since we didnt want the excursions so we can go n stay however we like. so first stop, kuta beach, just to have a look.then, Bedugul, a lake on a mountain. it was super collllldddddd i tell ya thank goooddd i didnt wear shorts. well anyways stopped just for a while to take pictures...nothing much. bought strawberries (they were awesome) and this kacang bali (lagi awesome) which i couldnt get enough of. next stop was Sanur beach. sanur is a bit calmer than kuta and is not as hectic. gorgeous place. then went to tanah lot, which means tanah laut, the most photographed temple ever. it was beautiful. the scenery was just awesome. it's actually a temple on top of a rock at the beach so when the tide comes, it'll look like as if the temple is an island itself. then headed to uluwatu. one thing about going places in bali is that its distance between places are no more than like going to OU or KL, just that the roads, small and busy are what makes the journey long. oh in uluwatu, we stayed there for the sunset and watched the kecak dance. it's a dance comprises of 70 men n no musical instruments at all telling the story of rama and sita. we left about 7 when it was really dark. it gets dark fast in bali. on the road for another hour to get to jimbaran and ate seafood dinner, on the beach...which was really nice, since my lobster costed about rm400++ lol. after dinner we got back to the hotel and walked at the beach summore. there was some award shows at the hotel area, and i dont mean one. there were practically like two events at the same time. was really tired so got back to my room and slept.

day 3: woke up a tad bit late. and decided to go round to nusa dua, where all the posh and luxury hotels are. stopped at a mall in nusa dua, nuthing much, new place, and left. went to another bach near nusa dua, i forgot the name, had a drink while watching people playin water sports and decided to go to kuta square...again. walked at kuta, and scoured more shops. bought a few tops in this store which i totally fell in love with, called body+soul. and then walked around and omg i found a shop full of havaiianas. wanted to buy the one i ordered through ebay, since its wayyyy cheaper but then takde size. sedih. so a bit like merajuk lah with my dad and walked around in the shop summore and found, surprissseeeee...Ed Hardy's collection. caps, tees, just name it. hahahHAHAHAHAHA suka sial! then went to Hard Rock store. the bajus there were awesome but a bit expensive tapi a bit menyesal i didnt buy anything but im going to the next time im in bali. walked around and had dinner at that nasi padang stall again and walked walked walked till the next thing i knew, i was on my bed. lol.

day 4: lepaked at the beach after breakfast and did henna tatoos..packed erthing and left the hotel.hopefully i dont see anyone i know this time hahah. well boarded from denpasar and straight to Lcc sepang. arrived around 5 plus. saw a trio...well umm friends of three. one guy looks like brandon roth(superman) and one looks like ashton kutcher and another girl well she looks like umm iunno lol.

PHOTOS!

The Boys of Summer - Ataris

on my mp3 : out of control - hoobastank

oh my GODDDDD ave you seen the guy in evanesence's new video "call me when you're sober? hooottttt nak matiiiiiiiiiiiiii he melts me like the sun melts the igloo lol aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh he rocks my mtv socks now ahahahAHAHAHAHAHAH no you can't have him biaaatttcccchhhheeessss..mine all mineeeee hahahah yess baby im selfish (ignore my senseless drooling craze over this guy okay?). oh, meet oliver goodwill *floats in cloud ten* ngeee =D

Loose Lips Sink Ships - A Change of Pace

on my mp3 : this is trance - paul oakenfold








well, i didnt go for futsal on friday with the kids.were sposed to play but then ubir had futsal at night pulak so he was like " why dont we watch nacho libre instead?". and so we did. kelakar lah bodoh nak mampooosss hahahahaha.. neways slept quite late tht night and had to wake up at 6 to send Nabil to KLIA. well, i thought we were late but then he arrived right after us. bodoh tak? hung out at mcD ate the sucky bfast dish (yucky yuck yuck) and headed home. made a move to pd at around noon, and again i thought we were late, but then bumped into andrew and idzmil at nilai..bodoh lagi tak? hahaha traffic lah.checked in while they went to seremban to buy the bbq stuffs had the bbq then headed straight home.sent fazna at ridzwan and balik since ubir was chasing the game. overall, it was fun since p.d to shah alam was around 45 minutes away heheh

Blind - Lifehouse

on my mp3 : Crazy - Andy Bell

ok now this is too much lah kan? putting up other peoples pics to be the bahan of other horny remps. we're not that cheap f.y.i not cheap like the girls you're with ass-wipes! fcuking disrespectful scums.


http://sabul.blogspot.com/2006/07/malaysian-most-sabul-awek-melayu.html

this should not even be up...ingat dah matsaleh sgt ke nak buat porn sites. lame sial!!

Dissapear - Hoobastank

on my mp3 : bathwater - no doubt

someone please dig a 10ft grave for me, i'm on the verge of pulling my hair to death now. lol. one thing i learnt from management class is manage your bloody time man. procrastination is not a good thing kiddies. it kills i tell ya. nak cari journals memang hawau bin haram.apetah lagi if wanna write a 1500 words essay on two-lines statement. bodo. i crapped gila2 pun check ballik word count, i only reached 350++ mati laaaaaa like thisssssssss aaaaahhhhh now it's past midnight am i'm still typing. usually i'll sleep then wake up at 3. but this time i don't think it'll be that easy off. dahla hujannnnn sposed to be in my warm, soft bed and snuggle on the covers. "click" keluar esoookkkkk why God whyyyyyy?? monday due microeconomics. fcuk man! then 17th due bus.econ stats pulak..ok now i seriously need hair tonic and tons of la mer creams.

well he's been very nice to me thank you for asking

sigh...can i jump from klcc ah? andrew won't stop singing that "tokyo drift" song since he saw the car at my house. stoppit can not? until now tak bleh keluar kepala k. screw you andrew! heheh i laff u jugaklah.

thanks for coming and see me today, after so long kan?

chiao ah! sambong kerjaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

ps: don't mess with me now. it's 3a.m. and im loaded and armed with a bag famous amos cookies, a bag of jellybeans and a huuuuugggeee ass bottle of mineral water.

I Predict A Riot - Kaiser Chiefs

on my mp3 : ordinary people - john legend


i am forever in the bored mode kan...nothing interests me much anymore pun...he dissapointed me again, benda kecik i mintak tolong pun byk alasan. i do almost all the works while he sits and pays. i dont want it to be like that. i need him to work it out with me. it takes two to tango.

why is erbody watching AF...eeeeee tak tahan lah wek...

suma janji kel...cipet btul..

Love Song - 311

on my mp3 : me & you - cassie

yesterday was a shocker! went out ot watch dragon tiger gate (with names like naga, harimau, and turbo...why wouldnt it be interesting heheh) came home, saw my car outside, i was like wtf?! rupa-rupanya tambah kereta, so my baby had to sleep outside cheit. dad brought home a new 350z, silver, soft-top. just like what my mum wanted. i was like thnx dad, u just ruined my mr-s dream. then he said if i take care of my car now, he would consider changing mine to an mr-s....shiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttttttttttt ok now im gon go wash my car... =P

As The Rush Comes - Motorcycle

on my mp3 : linger - the cranberries


i helped ubir with his english creative writing assignment few weeks back and here's the end result. excuse the lack of ideas okay? it was last minute work =D

copyright of hanie 2006

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ANTONIO ANDOLINNI



Little Antonio was fast asleep when he was woken up by the sound of his father’s car entering the courtyard of their house. He crept out of his bed silently, to avoid waking up his mother, to surprise his father when he enters the door. At six, little Antonio is quite mature than any other kids his age. He knows that his father does jobs that any other normal father would not dare to do, and he has a reputation for being one of the big influences in his town. Antonio couldn’t wait for his father to enter the house, so he opened the door and decided to greet his father at the car.

“Papa!”, Antonio, standing by the door, called out for his father. “Toto, why aren’t you in bed?”, Paulie Andolinni, a big man with dark features got out of a big black ’82 Chevrolet, stank of cigars and rums. All of a sudden, Antonio saw two similar looking black cars, just like his father’s, slowed down in front of his house. Everything happened in a flash that Antonio couldn’t really register what was happening. He saw a gun, stuck out of a window and being fired, aimed at his father. The sound of bullets flying through the air broke down the silence of the night. Next thing he knew, his father was on the ground, calling for Antonio after the two mysterious cars had gone. He crept up from the door to his father, and by the time he reached him, it was too late. His father was lying in his own pool of blood, motionless. That was the last time he ever saw his father.

Two weeks after his father’s funeral, a man came by and had a chat with his mother. He stayed for a few days, and Antonio was told that he was going to follow that man for a while. He lived with that man ever since, and only came back to visit his mother once every fortnight. Antonio understood why he was taken away from his mother. His mother eventually died a horrible death, murdered by vicious men, and Antonio’s fate could have been the same if he was still living with his mother.

Little Antonio was not so little anymore, standing at 6 foot tall, he learned a lot from Lefty, his father’s old pal, who took him as his predecessor and taught him all the tricks in the book. He never knew why Lefty was eager to take care of him, the only thing he said was, “As far as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be a gangster”. There was this one time Lefty brought Antonio to meet Don Gambino, one of the well respected mafia leaders in New York city. In order to be a made man, Antonio had to do some work for Don Gambino’s organization, the Gambino family. He was well accepted in the brotherhood, worked his way up a few ranks and lived his life moderately, like he should. A man is not doing a good job if he does not have enemies, and Antonio made a few through out time. Antonio was lucky, since a lot of his enemies would want to see him dead, but he had Don Gambino’s protection all the time. He was untouchable.

Antonio knocked on the wooden paneled door, and fixed the collar of his shirt while waiting for an answer. The door opened, and a man, dark, short but handsome greeted him. They exchanged hugs and that man, Bruno, Antonio’s best friend, took him to his living room, where the crowd was already dancing and laughing heartily. “This is a great party”, said Antonio. “Yeah? Wait until you see the girls, my dear friend”, said Bruno, his cheeks turning scarlet from all the drinks. Antonio was not quite a drinker, he was more the type that sat and watched people from the sofa, and laughed to Bruno’s silliness when he was high. Antonio was sitting on the couch and looked around the hall for amusement. Antonio couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw this beautiful girl, leaning against a piano across the room, with a silhouette to fit the gorgeous crimson dress she was wearing. Her hair, dark and curly, fell to her waist like silk. Her features were prominent, with dark eyes, sharp nose, and full luscious lips to fit the frame of her face. Antonio couldn’t take his eyes of this girl, and she also couldn’t help but notice Antonio’s good looks. They exchanged glances like little school kids when Bruno, who noticed the attraction between them, came to him and said, “That’s my baby sister, she’s pretty, eh? You break her heart, I break your nose”, they both laughed and Antonio knew that Bruno would be more than happy to accept him in their family.

It has been a few months since Antonio and Bianca decided to get married. They met a year ago at Bruno’s party, and the rest, as they say, was history. Everything went well for Antonio. His reputation as a gang member climbed up a few notches, he was highly respected due to his good workmanship and determination, he was making more money than he used to, and he had a beautiful girl, and his friends to complete it all. Antonio’s life was almost perfect.

Antonio walked up the hill on a dirt paved path, passing a dozen of gravestones. In his hand, he held a bouquet of fresh white lilies, which he just bought from a florist beside the confectionery shop near his house. He walked towards a stone, carved with beautiful engravings of angels and flowers of his mother, and stood in between another stone, which belonged to his father, and mourned. He placed the lilies on both graves and walked away towards his car. The air was still and the smell of spring reminded him of Bianca, who was out in town trying out her wedding gown.

By the time he got home, the phone rang. He picked it up and heard a raspy voice on the other end. That voice was talking halfway when Antonio dropped to the floor on his knees and let go of the receiver in his hands. His mind was in frantic mode and he has no control over his body anymore. He picked himself out and got out of the house, entered his car, and started the engine. “Why Bianca, God? Why? You took my father, and now you take the one I live for”, Antonio’s mind was racing. He knew exactly where he was heading, and he was not afraid of the outcomes he would have to face. He stopped in front of an old pawn store, watched a few people passed by who couldn’t care less of his presence. Then, he went to the trunk of his car and took out a big piece of heavy metal and filled it with tiny pointy pieces of metals called bullets. He walked in big paces towards the pawn store and burst opened the front door. Two men, a short, bald headed, and a medium sized Italian guy was panicking once they saw Antonio’s gun pointing at them. Without hesitation, Antonio opened fire at them, and the two men dropped dead on the floor.

Downstairs, a group of men were playing cards when they heard gunshots. They had a hunch that this would eventually occur. Antonio Andolinni would want his revenge. But these guys could not get their hands on Antonio since he was protected by Don Gambino, unless they could lure him to their territory, and Antonio would have no protection. They climbed the stairs from the basement with guns in hand, prepared to shoot. Bullets were flying across the room as they fired shots at each other. Everything seemed to move in slow motion for Antonio. He didn’t care who was down as long as he gets his revenge for his beloved Bianca who were ruthlessly shot by these men. Lady luck wasn’t on Antonio’s side that fateful day. A bullet from one of the guns hit Antonio on the chest, and he felt a sharp jab that sent his body to the floor. Antonio felt his eyes were getting heavy and the firing had stopped. He could hear the enemies talking, but it all seemed like such a blur. They were laughing at him and poking him with their cold metal guns. A few minutes passed by and Antonio’s head was getting heavier, hoping someone would take revenge on them for him. In the last few seconds of his life, all the memories from the past flashed upon him. He could not be more remorseful of what he had done. Bianca would have never had to die if it was not for him. Nevertheless, he could not change what had been done. Antonio Andolinni was no longer breathing.

-hanie may2006-
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personally, i think it sucks...

My Valentine - Martina McBride

on my mp3 : baby i love your way - mig ayesa

damnit, the runway part next week pulak... kena tunggu lagiiii =(

The One - Shakira

on my mp3 : no promises - shayne ward

yesterday was andrew's 21st so we had a little surprise dinner going on at italian kitchen. glad he was happy we all came. then me n ubir rushed to KLIA like madd...really maddddd i tell ya...all for you tau renia! sad farewell though. kesian kamil(her nephew) and anep... they both cried, it was heartbreaking to look at. and off she went....

today, went to watch the break-up..oh my gooodddd i tell you, i can really relate to that. me and ubir actually fought due to the same reasons. it's like i saw us, re-enacted. it may be another chick flick, but this time it is more realistic. two thumbs up!

The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage - Panic! At The Disco

on my mp3 : wish you were here - pink floyd



ok i think my navel stud doesnt hurt much anymore...oh shit! i just snagged it with my pj pants..ouch =(

Poem - Taproot

on my mp3 : i hate everything about you - three days grace

why can't my day start with a good beginning? why does it has to be haywire everyday? why cant these littlest errors he does not irritate me??? why why whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy????


*terjun bangunan, patah kakiiiiii, kepala meletoppp!!! *

*screams lungs out n runs away, psychoticly*