Posted by Hazwani on Apr 8, '10 10:16 PM for everyone You don't really know.
That once in awhile, ...I stalk you in facebook. ...I watch you go online; hoping you'll say a word.
That when we talk, ...I have butterflies. ...I miss those moments that I had with you.
You don't really know.
That all these time, ...I still carry our sweet memories around. ...I wish I had waited.
Maybe, Maybe... Just Maybe,
You don't really know that ...
I love you, too.
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Posted by Hazwani on Jan 26, '10 11:47 AM for everyone Today was the last day of my examination and truth be told, I hate every single question that appears in the paper. We had complications - WE did not get along fine. Last time just before hitting myself to bed, I talked to one of my housemates - Farisa - about Differential Equation. I knew what was going to happen today. I felt it. I told her...
OK, here is the puzzle ...
You have a subject that you always A's at during classwork or homework, and never you fail to give yourself more than 70% - A's A's A's all the way. Then came the exam saying HI to you, you're so over-confident with yourself, you simply know how to say HI BACK AT YA! Your mind just don't really care.
plain lazy + less effort + couldn't care less = REGRET.
Then some of you will ask me, "If you'd realize it early, why didn't you try to give an effort?" My friend, I have a law. I follow this one law everywhere I go. Harmless, not that helpful but I use it all the time.
If I say no, I meant it and I will not - even with if you begged me - turn back.
Regret is a big word and it's a feeling that you should avoid having. It's boring.
On the other side of my social life, is another boring situation. I have a boyfriend. Well, see, I think I can compare him to Differential Equation. WE don't get along either. What's this fuss of having to fight in each and every moment? I just want to be happy. It is way enough to suffer a long distance relationship. To invite "fighting" to the story is just making things ... more complex. HOWKAY, either way, the love is around. I have 5 days of holiday to clear my mental mind.
Hazwani : My trust is not for you break them.
Posted by Hazwani on May 16, '09 1:25 PM for everyone So, today I swam. Then I wonder, yes I wonder. Floating myself on the water surface, it hits me. Silence. I've been searching for it, and now it's ... there.
The only sound you'll ever hear when you're floating is your breath. Then you'll be focusing on that saying, "wow, this is... calm."
At that point, the buzzing bee don't give a ****, neither does the singing birds. When you stare at the endless sky, you will feel amazed. The moving leaves by the breeze, lawa. Macam watching a movie on MUTE. hehe
So then I relaxed, with my kasturi juice on hand, very relaxing. 
The thing is, I have a lot to think. Yes, my brain functions too much today and yesterday. How, I wish ... I don't have to go through all these pain.
heheh, anyhow, type more soon.
Wani. Posted by Hazwani on May 16, '09 1:15 PM for everyone Here's a belated greeting to Zulle; me buddy.
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY ZULLE. May all your wishes came true. Study Smart. All the best in everything you do.
Keep those smiles, bud.
OH, and zimah says Happy Belated Birthday too!
Love, Bun.
Posted by Hazwani on May 10, '09 12:03 PM for everyone Posted by Hazwani on May 10, '09 11:53 AM for everyone Posted by Hazwani on Apr 26, '09 10:37 AM for everyone  My favorite guy, my brother. I hate him at the same time... ... for scolding me a lot. But, overall, he is the best brother a sister can ever have.
 My favorite girl, my sister. As pretty as you are, lately ia kuat marah-marah after school. Jangan marah-marah bah. Nanti ya sekulah atu, kaka marahi for making you stressed out  Take care lil sister. The best sister ever.
Aku sayang adik-adik ku
Posted by Hazwani on Apr 26, '09 10:20 AM for everyone Hello earthlings, I am back.
My vacation is over. I feel that I have busy days to go. But, I miss typing here (:
First and foremost, I want to say a Happy Belated Birthday to Nina.
May All Your Wishes Come True. Belajar Rajin-Rajin. Take Care of Your Hair Before It Turns White Early.
Secondly, on the same date of 24th April, another mother gave birth to a lovely lady *brat* hehe
Izzati, Happy Belated Birthday to you too.
Study hard for your Maths, kesiankan deh your tutor ani  Be happy. Don't stress yourself, go out!
Posted by Hazwani on Apr 7, '09 3:48 PM for everyone There's nothing left of me to write here. My label here has the RW. Since what I had, I lost it, I thought ... I should go... too...
I don't want to delete anything. I don't feel like doing so... What we had was something to be remembered. He was more than a boyfriend, he was also a friend. I have no choice. If you're reading this, I thank you for everything. Esp, for always being there when I needed someone. You're one in a million. Always have been. Still is.
Now, it's time to let it rest.. till... it wants to. Happy Advance Birthday, Redza.
Love, Bun.
Goodbye everyone. Posted by Hazwani on Apr 1, '09 8:47 AM for everyone I personally want to say Congratulation to my best friend, Azimah Jofri for being accepted as one of the BSP candidates.
Congratulation darling, you deserve it (: All the best.
Love, Bun. Posted by Hazwani on Mar 29, '09 8:36 AM for everyone I just happened to eat my dinner. Rice, no, fried rice. Mixed with those yellow, green and red veggies no one really cares about. I stared at the egg, fried egg. I ate the yellow... Only the yellow... Why, I do not know. I left the white.
After eating, I chose to drink a juice. I love juice. Yesterday, it tasted like apple, red. Today, tasted more to orange. I guess it is new... Another yellow.
Every beauty that I used to see, became blurry. Clouded with fear. Thrilling enough, that it frightens me be alone... No more black, please. No more butterflies.
The very evening, I swam. I love water. They... are blue. Holding the definition of calm and truth. Truth is beauty. As it shines through every strokes. I love water, blue. Posted by Hazwani on Mar 21, '09 11:38 PM for everyone 
Adikku kiut bersama sidianya (: Her name is ... Yati. Posted by Hazwani on Mar 15, '09 2:04 PM for everyone Here is my story...
When you have someone, appreciate him. As he or she will always there for you. Do not look at others. For they are strangers that can blind you. If one glance kills, then never look back. If you vow to love your partner for the rest of your life, keep that vow and never let go.
Promise is a promise. It is not a glass. Once broken is not considered sold. However considered failure.
My story...
Now, I have to sing myself to sleep. On a crossroad, you will never know which direction is true.. I don't want to move. I prefer to stay and wait... and wait... Cause I don't want to be more stranded out there; not knowing where to go. Wishing he could turn back...
At least, show me a sign...
My story...
... will lay to rest here.
Posted by Hazwani on Feb 8, '09 7:01 AM for everyone NEXT
"A watch for a present!" Rachel yelled. "Erm, It would be nicer if the battery is working though since my watch is dead."
First page of Duma Key... was a masterpiece already. Intro was perfectly written:
How to Draw a Picture (I)
Start with a blank surface. It doesn't have to be paper or canvas, but I feel it should be white. We call it white because we need a word, but it's true name is nothing. Black is the absence of light, but white is the absence of memory, the color of can't remember.
Trying to continue reading, her thoughts were still at Ali's house. Her buddy. Her comrade. Her friend. His birthday. Some of the members of ODOU were there, so was Mel and Landon. With the scent of barbeque aiming their direction and a final touch of a bouncer, the party went funfunfun. Splashes were everywhere. Even kicking and hitting one another became an hour and a half hobby. It was another moment of happiness to remember.
And so will be tomorrow.
Posted by Hazwani on Feb 7, '09 10:45 AM for everyone With LeAnn Rimes for her melody and a hat to cover her hair, Rachel began her new story.
Days have been hectic lately. Maybe it was her fault to try and pleased everybody. No, she enjoyed it. The more tired she is at the end of the day, the happier she felt on how she managed her time. Lying down on her rocking chair, facing her curtain filled with moons, stars and suns. "Why not drag the whole universe along?" she hissed.
Her mother came rushed into her room, "I was watching Doctor House. The story was about the girl who was suspected with breast-cancer. That was 'cause her eyes became big of all the sudden and ..."
"Mom?" Rachel replied.
Her mother continued, "She didn't have any cancer but the disease was an infection from a single iron from her bra! It is so... dangerous, be careful? Especially when you're sleeping."
Trying to ease her mother up, Rachel replied in a hurried tone, "Mom, I know. Don't worry."
"Oh, that is good then. I'll let your sister know too." Then off she went, shutting the door behind her.
Early that morning, Rachel went to ICC to attend a briefing with her friends. She was with Mel, Landon and his buds, also her long loooong 8 years old best friend, Ted. Rachel and Ted had planned to apply to one similar University; Kent. "We get married there then," she joked.
"Oh, yes, we should!" he laughed.
In the afternoon, Rachel drove to her grandmama's house to tutor her cousin, Lindsay, in Mathematics. At the end of the session, Lindsay complained in having some kind of NUMBERDISEASE. "I'll see you Monday afternoon!" was all Rachel had to say with a teasing smile.
Quote of the day by her sister : History was made by losers.
Let the night rest in peace with a final happy ending.
Posted by Hazwani on Feb 7, '09 9:30 AM for everyone 
I am proud to show you my cousin, Mijah. Currently, she's in Nottingham doing her Mechanical Engineer degree. In the picture above, she is the third from the left. Ia kambang. ;)
Jah, all the best! Posted by Hazwani on Feb 6, '09 12:08 AM for everyone With disappointment, Rachel saw her application to Melbourne University was rejected. "Financial Mathematics..." they said, "is not up to your standard but you can try to consider Bachelor of Commerce." Without further exercising the mind, Rachel logged out.
Just from a knock on her door that morning, Rachel woke up. Searching for the ticking clock, it showed her, 11:28 am. Hurriedly she ran off to start her morning. Her thoughts were as cloudy as the weather lately; full of unwanted clouds that could destroy your day with "lanina" rainfall.
Yesterday she met her boyfriend, Landon and her best friend, Melissa. They had a briefing about the upcoming ceremony for Culture, Youth and Sport. Fun Fun Fun!
Around 90 minutes later, the "talk" ended. Rachel had to leave Mel and followed Landon to a nearby cinema - place where she works. They both enjoyed watching Pink Panther 2; well half of it to be honest. Freaky machine encountered a minor breakdown that cost Rachel's precious time.
That evening, Jack came. Rachel misses Jack but he has been weird all of the sudden. To her, that could be a pain-in-the-arse. She hated that feeling. Rachel knew that feeling once when she was with Laurence - her ex-boyfriend. Mood swing is not a thing a lady should faced guys. So she had been silent and let the pain stayed there.
James Patterson, 1st To Die, 20 more pages. Rachel couldn't wait to open the Stephen King, Duma Key with full excitation. Oh, she saw the book of Freedom writers, the one Laurence had once wanted. Found at the Best-Eastern yo!
Tomorrow never comes. Posted by Hazwani on Feb 4, '09 7:28 AM for everyone Ring. RIng. Ring.
Her phone beeped. Rachel knew she had to wake up and faced another irritating morning. A long shower that ended with cream, moisturizer and make-up. She was ready for work.
At work, Rachel felt the harmonious atmosphere around her. She opened her book while doing absolutely nothing. 1st To Die, James Patterson. Two men came forward, "Hello."
"Hello, how can I help you?" Rachel smiled. To those who didn't know her will think she is a psycho who is running a freak show with endless smiles. Or maybe the type who fancied smiling contest. She was happy.
One of the men spoke to his partner in chinese language. Rachel was still smiling. Then he let out his thoughts to her, "Why are you smiling?"
"Oh?" Rachel said in a shocking voice. "I don't really know, " she continued with a giggle.
After they were done, the man who spoke earlier spoke again, "Nice ah, you smiling." And he walked away with a final turn to see her last smile.
More to bashful. Rachel felt the heat rising on her rosy cheeks. Then she continued reading her fictional storybook. Upon reaching five o'clock, Rachel knew a friend of hers - Jack - was coming for his evening shift. At the same time, she was ready to head home.
Jack always comes at a punctual timing; not too early nor too late. He went into the office and put in his time-card as he came in. Ting. Rachel was right behind him and punched out her time-card as well. Ting. He opened the door for her with a welcoming smile. She went out with a "thank you."
They both went separate ways. In the car, the sky was getting darker and darker. Almost rained but never fell. Maybe it evaporated earlier when the sun reached the water and the kinetic energy of the water molecules rises ... You know the picture.
Rachel felt asleep. Knowing tomorrow is another day.
Posted by Hazwani on Feb 1, '09 9:48 AM for everyone Duma Key,
I bought the book; hard covered! Yes, for once i spent my money too much. Shut up you! (: Aaaaniiwaaay, I am still excited. So, don't ruin my happiness. Bugger. Siuk siuk. However, my James Patterson belum habis. 300 more pages to go. Sheeeesh man.
Wait, I'll read you the synopsis.
Edgar Freemantle reached a T-junction in his life's journey when a freak accident cost him his arm ... and his marriage. He takes the turning marked Florida - home, as they say, of the newly wed, or nearly dead.
But rather than choosing a typical holiday location, Freemantle is drawn to a beautiful, eerily remote stretch of land off Florida's West Coast: Duma Key, a tangle of banyans, palms and pines next to a deserted beach - uninhabited bar a few houses owned by an old lady named Elizabeth, once a famous patron of the arts.
Encouraged by his younger daughter, Freemantle discovers a unique talent for painting, starting with the fabulous sunsets. But soon he finds himself experiencing weird phantom pains in his missing arm. And something strange and disturbing is happening with his pictures: hey are becoming predictive, even dangerous to those who buy them.
Freemantle must team up with his fellow resident, Wireman, to chart his way through the increasingly disturbing mystery of Duma Key, where out-of-season hurricanes tear lives apart and a powerful undertow lures lost and tormented souls. Eventually, they will have to discover what really happened to Elizabeth's twin sisters, who disappeared in the 1920s - and the haunting secret to which this strange old lady holds the key.
Duma key is a mesmerizing and compelling story about friendship, and the bond between a father and his daughter. It is also about the power of memory and truth, art and nature.
Englishnya, inda main wah.
I have not yet talk to my brats lately. I miss them. Sampai one of them became a four eyes and one of them gone hysteria. HA!
Lots of love, Fern.
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