i have two essays due next week.
shit.
wtf am i going to do.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
it just hit me.
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Who did it first?
I've been listening to fefe dobson and I can't help but see her style similarity between her and rihanna. I mean she is quite similar to her in style, and attitude, only, I've just discovered that they once had the same record label. Def Jam.
Yep, and fefe dobson got dropped.
So if you let your imagination run wild, you can sort of see how rihanna could have been persuaded to blend her style with hers.
To be fair, their style is sort of different, and fefe's style is more funky edge, where was rihanna's is more like lady gaga--much more svelt, and showstoppy. CHeck these photos out!
remember that tattoo? Looks an awful lot similar to one rihanna has no? And she got it first.
Either way, fefe did it first. And i sot of think her label dropped fefe cuz the music industry wasn't ready to fund her music, especially since there aren't many african americans who do rock/pop. I mean def jam isn't indie, so it's looking for mass audiences to entertain. Like rihanna.
It's rather sad, because I do adore fefe dobson, and her music. Her style....if you ask me....was original.
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Sunday, September 27, 2009
SICK SICK SICK Tune
I actually went there in the summer, and I loved it. Of course I felt homesick, and I wanted to go back to the dot, but, it was the best place to vacation.
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Saturday, September 26, 2009
Cracks me up every single time.
Now tell me y'all weren't dyng of laughhter. Courtesy of Youtube of course. Damn I think I live on that website.
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I need to stop.
We all know Hanaan can't afford to even look at one of these, let alone post it on my wall. I'm setting myself up for disaster, and I just cleared the balance of my credit card...
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MUST HAVE THESE
OMG I need them, look at how gorgeous they are.
They are called, 'Jimmy Choo Private Strappy Sandal.'
Of course they come with a heavy price tag, of $950
Maybe if i sell my soul...
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Remember this?
Oh wow. I love this song. Beautiful.
Lyrics:
Somebody's Heine'
Is crowdin' my icebox
Somebody's cold one
Is givin' me chills
Guess I'll just close my eyes
Oh yeah
Alright
Feels good
Inside
Flip on the tele
Wrestle with Jimmy
Something is bubbling
Behind my back
The bottle is ready to blow
Say it ain't so
Your drug is a heartbreaker
Say it ain't so
My love is a life taker
I can't confront you
I never could do
That which might hurt you
So try and be cool
When I say
This way is a waterslide away from me
That takes you further every day
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
So be cool
Say it ain't so
Your drug is a heartbreaker
Say it ain't so
My love is a life taker
Dear Daddy
I write you in spite of years of silence
You've cleaned up, found Jesus, things are good or so I hear
This bottle of Steven's awakens ancient feelings
Like father, stepfather, the son is drowning in the flood
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Say it ain't so
My love is a life taker
*Your love is a heartbreaker
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Labels: beautiful sad song, mozella, say it ain't so, weezer cover
This song still makes me cry.
I just recently re-read wuthering heights, and the rush of emotion is hitting me again. I want heathcliff, my very own heathcliff, but the odds of tht are slim to none, i know. But wouldn't it be great if we could rewind to those times, when passion was just that strong.
Well maybe life wouldn't be so great for me, I mean as an african american I'd be a peasant or a servant.
But still, the idea of it all, is very romantic.
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Labels: cathy, heathcliff, love is the greatest, wuthering heights
Oh crap!
I think I have swine flu. ABsolutely great. Fantastical really.
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Friday, September 25, 2009
Summer of Death
Pictures of the people we lost in this summer of Death
David Carradine.
Ed McMahon
Farrah Fawcett
Michael Jackson, The King of Pop
Billy Mays
Steve McNair
Walter Cronkite
John Hughes
DJ AM
Senator Edward Kennedy
Patrick Swayze
R.I.P You've all left your mark on this earth. You will be missed greatly.
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Labels: billy mays, david carradine, djam, ed mcmahon, farrah fawcett, john hughes, mj, patrick swayze, senator edward kennedy, steve mcnair, summer of death, walter cronkite
This much is certain...
My Main characters names are going to be. Sebastian Crane and Leyla Harlley. They are in love. Doesn't it even sound like they are in love? They sound like two people destined to be together. They are waiting for me to write about their story. They did their part. I must now do mine, and finish this story 3 years in the making. I owe it to them.
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Labels: eternal static, first love, leyla harlley., sebastian crane
Yo...
So I am at U of T, just kicking it, I haven't been going to classes. I know. I should right? I mean how am I skipping in the third week already. But trust me it's quite simple. It starts off with a, oh we're not learning anything so there's no point, and then you missed six weeks, and you are thinking of dropping the course. Been there. Done that. But this year is different. I picked a major. Health Studies. I don't exactly know what that is, but seriously, it's better than not having one. Or changing it every week right?
Ok, I just re-read this paragraph and you don't have to tell me how much of a loser I sound like. But it's ok.
Part of the reason I've been skipping school so much, is because I've been working on this novel I'm writing. I've actually found it quite difficult to write it, not because of the time it tkes but because I could hardly find the time and space to do it. Just last year I wrote 18 chapters, and I did it in 2 months. It was as easy as breathing--the writing part. The sneaking from parents and lying to them, so that they don't interfere was the hard part.
I couldn't tell them I was writing a novel because they would tell me to stop, and focus on my studies. They wouldn't understand that this is my study, this is what I like doing, but then again, I didn't pay five grand so I could write this in a dark and empty room in Hart House. Geez, why does every part of this building creak and moan. I could' swore I could hear voices, even though I am alone in this room. Really, and who picked the ugly green couches to accomodate the old worn wood flooring. My ass feels like I'm sitting on concrete, as opposed to a leather couch.
LOL, how come Ryerson gets all the new stuff. That university has everyhting brand spanking new, and I get the old crusty stuff the Prime minister sat on in 1898.
Whatever. Maybe this couch will give me the power the prime minister did. Or not. They just better not blame me for the doodles I am going to do, on the couch. Cuz, it's only fair I leave my legacy somewhere right? And since I spend so much time here, on this lousy couch, it makes it as good as mine right?
Here's a pic of the room I am in, many many many moons ago:
sad is, that, most rooms may not be as packed, but vey little has changed.
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Houstatlantavegas
Drake's song. CHeck it out.
I found this on youtube. Good stuff no?
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Labels: drake single song music
DRAKE AKA AUBREY GRAHAM IS FIRE!!!
So people we always knew that Toronto is the place. Let's face it, ain't no place like The Dot. But now we have Drake frontlining us. The sickest rapper to come out in awhile, and guess what he's Torontonian. Talk about pride, we love you Drizzy!!!! And EMINEM for he will forever be my fave rapper.
Check out this song, faturing, Wayne, Drake, Kanye, Eminem(I love you)!!!!
Unfortunately it isn't the video, though it's made already.
Justin listen to the lyrics.
I love this.
Lyrics:
It may not mean nothing to y’all,
but understand nothing was done for me,
so i don’t plan on stopping at all,
I want this sh-t forever man, ever man, ever man,
I’m shutting sh-t down in the mall,
and telling every girl she the one for me,
and i aint even planning to call,
i want this sh-t forever man, ever man, ever man,
[Drake]
Last name ever,
first name greatest,
like a sprained ankle boy I ain’t nuttin to play with,
it started off local but thanks to all the haters,
i know G4 pilots on a first name basis,
and your city faded off to brown, Nino,
she insists she got more class, we know!
swimming in the money come and find me, Nemo,
if i was at the club you know I ball’d, Kimo,
drop the mixtape that sh-t sounded like an album
who’d have thought a country wide tour would be the outcome
labels want my name beside the X like Malcolm
everybody got a deal, I did it without one,
yeah n-gga i’m about my business,
killing all these rappers you would swear I had a hit list,
everyone who doubted me is asking for forgiveness,
if you aint been a part of it at least you got to witness,
b-tches,
[Chorus]
[Kanye West]
Ever ever, Mr West is in the Building,
Aint no question who about to kill em,
I used to have hood dreams,
big fame, big chains,
i stuck my d-ck inside this life until that b-tch came,
I went hard all fall like the ball teams,
just so I can make it rain all spring,
y’all seen my story my glory,
i had raped the game young,
you can call it statutory,
when a n-gga blow up they gon build statues for me
old money Benjamin Button, whaat, nuttin,
now superbad chicks giving me mcLovin,
you would think I ran the world like Michelle’s husband,
you would think these n-ggas would know me when they really doesn’t
like they was down with the old me no you f-cking wasn’t,
your’e such a f-cking loser,
he didn’t even go to class Bueller,
trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back,
lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
remember she had that bad hip like a fanny pack,
chasing that stardom would turn you into a maniac,
all the way in Hollywood and I can’t even act,
they pull their cameras out and God damn they snap,
I used to want this thing forever y’all can have it back,
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Ok, hello its da martian,
space jam Jordan’s,
I want this sh-t forever wake up and smell the Garden,
fresher than the harvest
step up to the target,
if i had one guess than I guess im just New Orleans,
and I will never stop like i’m running from the cops,
hop up in my car and told my chauffeur “to the top”,
life is such a f-cking roller coaster then it drops,
but what should I scream for this is my theme park,
my minds shine even when my thoughts seem dark,
pistol on my side you don’t wanna hear that thing talk,
let the king talk check the price and pay attention,
Lil Wayne thats what they got to say or mention,
lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
Im like Nevada in the middle of the summer,
i’m resting in the lead I need a pillow and a cover,
shhh, my foots sleeping on the gas,
no brake pads no such thing as last,
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
There they go packing stadiums
as Shady spits his flow,
nuts they go, macadamia they go so balistic whoa,
we can make them look like boso’s,
he’s wondering if he should spit this slow,
f-ck no go for broke,
his cup just runneth over oh no
he aint had a buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed,
they’ve been waiting patiently for Pinnochio to poke his nose,
back into the game and they know,
rap will never be the same as before,
bashing in the brains of these hoes,
and establishing a name as he goes,
the passion and the flame is ignited,
you can’t put it out once we light it,
this sh-t is exactly what the f-ck that i’m talking about when we riot,
you dealin with a few true villians
who stand inside of the booth truth spillin,
lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
and spit true feelings, til our tooth fillings come flying up out of our mouths
now rewind it
payback muthaf-cka for the way that you doubted me so how’s it taste?
when I slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place,
i’m hannibal lecter so just in case your thinking of saving face,
you aint gonna have no face to save by the time Im through with this place,
so Drake….
[Chorus]
[End]
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Labels: drake, eminem, forever, lebron james, wayne
Vampire Diaries, is the original Twilight.
Okay, let's admit it people. Yes we love twilight. But L.J. Smith had this concept first. And are you guys even watching the show? It's absolutely fantastic. Personally when I read the book, there was a special place in my heart for Damon, th ebrooding older brother. But Stefan Salvatore, played by Paul Wesley is sexier than anything, including Rpattz (sorry chikas, and I have to say. If I had the choise of deciding who should suck my blood. I'd prefer stefan, anyday.
But Twilight was easier to read. I found myself flipping through the pages quicker, whereas the choppy writing style by L.J. was never my style.
Twilight=better book. Vampire Diaries=wholly ten times more imaginative and
makes a much better movie/show plot.
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Labels: ljsmith, paul wesley, stephanie meyer, twilight, vampire diaries
The Beautiful Life
OMIGOSH. Is anybody else watching this new show. Apparently ashton kutcher produced, it, and if you ask me, it's absolutely genius. But the only weird thing about it, is that mischa barton seems to be playing her own character. Freaky, no. With the whole weight gain, and people hounding her, wow. Anywho, I watched the first two episodes and I must say, the acting can be a little better, but for a pilot, that was the best acting I've seen in a while. Wait until they get comfortable. They'll blow us away.
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Labels: ashton kutcher, fashion, jimmy choos, mischa barton, runway, sara paxton, the beautiful life
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
The Man's Got Balls
Mahmood Ahmedinejad will always be my secret hero. I mean he literally speaks his mind just as every other country does, only he doesn't give two shits about anybody else. He simply defends his country, and those he deems to be victim to Israel's aggressive form of neo-colonialism. So, I love him. Only he has the guts to tell it lik it is.
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Labels: ahmedinejad, Iran, israel, mahmood, UN conference
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I love clothes!!!!
Posted by HanaanMM at 9:50 PM 0 comments
Labels: 90's, ashley olsen, fashion, fashionista, grunge, hip, hop, mary kate olsen, style
Doc Marten Fever
I love Docs, I mean someone please take me back to the 90's. I think I might just have to buy my own pair.
Posted by HanaanMM at 9:36 PM 0 comments
Labels: 90's, doc marten, fashion, grunge style, style
Time For a New Look
Okay, I am planning to transform my look. Just to try something new. My girl Ayat, is also going to try changing her look as well, only because well people wouldn't expect us to. We literally live in sweaters and t-shirts, and chucks. So, you know this might be cool. Now I gotta find my look. One that says....Hanaan. But until then, I've found 'Hanaan's Hairstyle'. This is the hair I'm going to keep, for as long as I can.
Cool eh? Yep, I gotta find the dye, and the pic will be up soon. And we'll see if it is as fitting for me as I think it is.
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New Compiled Trailer of New Moon
So I was just going on youtube, i mean doing what one normally does on youtube, when I bumped into this video. I found it, and realized it had a lot of never before seen (well scenes I have never seen anyway), and decided that, if I enjoyed it, so would you. So here it is.
TEAM JACOB BABY!!!!!
Now I would like somebody, to tell me that doesn't look great. Omigosh, I can't wait. Admitted, there are some weird scenes. Like for example, why did Jacob's arm look all mangled up after they edited it to look more buff. His naturally buff arm is enough, if you ask me.
And Bella didn't look like she was suffering as much as in the book. She looked like 'bleh, he left me', in the meantime....nice abs wolfboy.
Oh yeah, and you know what else bugs me. I know that that is how it happened in the book, but it bothers me that edward throws the love of his life like a ragdoll across the room. I mean he is a vampire, could he not have simply shielded her. It's not liek he was caught off guard, he knew right away--as soon as her finger bled--that Jasper would com after her. He knows Jaspers nature, and it doesn't help his case that he can read minds. So he could've done a million different things to save her. But no. He opts for the easiest one. Giving her FRAIL 110 POUND FRAME, a blow to the chest. Some love there pal.
Either way, the effects are 50/50 for me. But I don't care, either way it looks 10 times better than the first, and I don't give a damn, I'm watching it. I love it , I love it, and 9 out of ten times I'll make fun of it, but I'll be damned I'll watch it. Stphenie Meyer I love you. Your creative minds holds me captive. Woman how did you think of this all?
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Labels: bella swan, breaking dawn, eclipse, edward cullen, forks, jacob black, kristen stewart, new moon, stephenie meyer, taylor lautner, trailer, twilight
Monday, September 21, 2009
Maternal War
So I just got home from hanging out with my bestie all day at Ryerson. And My mom, goes "where were you?" I in return, go "umm,school." Then she goes "I don't believe you."
I stared at her for five seconds.
Then I said. "well that's great. I'm 21, let me live my life."
Ok I'm lying. I don't have th eballs to say that to my mom, are you kidding me?
SO instead I said: "Well I was."
Then she goes. "No. I can't accept this. Choose a morning class."
I trid to explain to her that I can't since the other ones are full. But she walks away and ignores me. Now I have to figure out what I can do to save my ass. I mean I need that night course to get me to have a social life. Othrwise I gotta be home before 9pm. Pathetic, I know.
So I gotta brainstorm or something,because this ain't working out.
Think Hanaan, think think!
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Chanel Iman, My new Fave Model
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Labels: black model, chanel, chanel Iman, fashion, model, runway, teen vogue, tyga