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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.
Latest News - I'm still car-less, and I lost my cellphone too!
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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

Monday, September 23, 2002
01:38 a.m. Kuala Lumpur Standard Time
Need a Little Motivation....
Like Cleopatra
Got the masses at my feet
Got a living dwell
Down on easy street
I'm the latest craze (oh yeah)
And if you stay a while
Inevitably
You gone be bitin' my style
In your later days (well, well, well)
Let me tell you what is fact
And what is true
I get high and that aint that much to do
I'm always in a daze (uh huh)
That was just a dream I had
Last night in my bubble bath
Next to my wishing well
Oh yeah, you gotta

Get up, get out
And do somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass you by
You got to
Get up, get out
And do somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
Get up, get out
And do somethin'
Can't spend your whole life tryin' to get high
You got to get up, get out
And do somethin'
'Cause you and I have to do
For you and I

What's been happenin'
How you doin'
Where you been
I'm further behind now
Than I was back then
Lost in some old maze (uh huh)
Some years have passed me by
All I want is to go get high
I'll get it together
Some other day

In my dreams I dwell (uh huh huh)
'Cause all my dreams are swell (woo, woo, woo)
You would too
If you could see them
That's what I know
I gotta go
Get up
Get out and (yeah)

Why don't you do somethin'?

Macy Gray - Do Something
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Monday, September 23, 2002
12:28 a.m. Kuala Lumpur Standard Time
Males
Take the Greek Goddess Test @ Rasberry Rain

I've never had a real male friend. All my close friends have always been female. Most of the guys I've known are either acquaintances, or guys whose bones I've jumped to some degree or another. I'm not sure about the grammar of the above sentence.

So here I am, finally attempting faithfulness to my Chosen Love, and I'm at a loss. I like male companionship. They have a way of talking and acting that's different from girls, and in their own way, comforting and nice. Yet I don't quite know how to act with them anymore.

I am beginning to discover that I don't quite know how to deal with guys without sex in the way. It's a bit disturbing to realize that.

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Sunday, September 22, 2002
05:32 p.m. Kuala Lumpur Standard Time
Mental torture: Frustration
So yesterday and today were not going my way.

Even the entry I put up last night didn't seem to have shown up on my blog, over twelve hours later. I'm wondering if this entry will even show up.

What sucks worst is that I have this tendency to suffer alone. Why do I suffer alone? When did I stop calling friends and whining at them until I feel better?

I want my car.

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Friday, September 20, 2002
12:06 a.m. Kuala Lumpur Standard Time
Attention Deficit Disorder
It was once believed that ADHD was something that you outgrew after puberty. It is now known, that although the hyperactivity may diminish somewhat during puberty, ADD is not outgrown. Many parents, when going through the diagnostic process with their child, are learning that they too have ADD.

ADD and ADHD are neurobiological disorders, which means that sufferers have chemical problems in their heads. In no way are parents at fault when their children have either ADD or ADHD.

Basic information can be found at adhd.com.

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Thursday, September 19, 2002
11:27 p.m. Kuala Lumpur Standard Time
Profound Balderdash
I haven't been doing the Shrine of Honesty of Sorts much justice lately. No depth, no seriousness, no soul-searching.

I've been a little too preoccupied lately, I guess. Even right now, I don't really feel able to sit down and muse intelligently. Urgent things happening, causing me to push the non-urgent aside.

Yet, despite the lack of urgency to filling up my Shrine of Honesty of Sorts, it is an essential part of renewing myself. Trying to figure out where I am, who I am, what I am, what I want. Trying to live to the fullest is a confusing thing.

Sometimes, I feel that I'm not sure what I want. Sure, I say I want a life filled with memories that stand out from each other. But how the hell do I fulfill that? Does this mean I go and get a job that doesn't tie me down, so I can do nonsense? Or can I find such strange unique memories in the classrooms of my college?

I can make memories anywhere I am. But which memories do I want? What things do I want inside me? My mission in life feels too vague to me right now. How could it have been so clear just a year ago? Okay. Maybe it wasn't a year ago. It was two years ago.

All these meandering paths that lead me.... where?

Even this blog entry seems to be meandering in circles and circles without purpose. I don't know anything anymore. What do I know? I know nothing. Socrates was a smart man, at times. The problem with me is that when I know nothing, I also do nothing, and that, to my heart, just disagrees with me.

I've done nothing far too much. I prefer to avoid that whenever possible. I just need to tell myself that cuts and bruises are perfectly acceptable to get in life....

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Thursday, September 19, 2002
10:51 p.m. Kuala Lumpur Standard Time
Fwd: The Camel Story
Here's a story I got, just today, via e-mail. I felt it came at a most appropriate time.

A mother and a baby camel were lazing around, and suddenly the baby camel asked...

Baby : Mother, mother, can I ask you a question?

Mother: Sure! Why, son, is there something bothering you?

Baby : Why do camel have humps?

Mother: Well son, we are desert animals. We need the humps to store water, and we are known to survive without water.

Baby : Okay, then why are our legs long and our feet rounded?

Mother: Son, obviously they are meant for walking in the desert. You know with these legs I can move around the desert better than anyone!

Baby : Okay, then why are our eye lashes long? Sometimes it bothers my sight.

Mother: My son, those long thick eye lashes are your protective cover. They help to protect your eyes from the desert sand and wind.

Baby : I see. So the hump is to store water when we are in the desert, the legs are for walking through the desert and these eye lashes protects my eyes from the desert. Then what the hell are we doing here in the zoo?

The moral of the story:
Skills, knowledge, abilities and experiences are only useful if you are at the right place.

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Thursday, September 19, 2002
12:48 a.m. Kuala Lumpur Standard Time
Eery
You see my hobby....

See what Care Bear you are.

And the one below is even creepier! If you don't know why, you don't know me well enough! E-mail me!

i am bubbles to others~
I am ... to others... by Umi
To others, you are the one they look up to for you are near perfection but they didn't learn of your vulnerable side.
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