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fitri penned this at 11:59 PM

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Let me start off my congratulating Khairul Anwar who was crowned as 'Anugerah 2005' champion. He did face fierce competition. yes, the word 'competition' was in singular form. 'cause from what i see only one other contestant, Syed Azmir, is able to at least make Khairul feel a little bit uneasy. In fact, Syed Azmir was the hot favourite all along and Khairul being the dark horse in this competition.

Oh, I simply love it when an underdog came out tops.

Now, I bet SP can boast all they want for nurturing all these talents, who are winners in their own ways. First it was Taufik Batisah as our Singapore Idol, then came Kelly Poon as one of Project Superstar's finalist and now, Khairul as the Anugerah 2005 champion. Who's next? well, i think that can only be answered when the next singing competition is held.

What's SP's becoming into? It is not going into the arts, is it? I came from a secondary school which was planning to create a niche into the arts. Luckily, I was only 'part of their plans' before I left them for good. (sounds so evil here... Muahahaha!) Then now? In SP? yet another arts-focusing school? ARGH!!! NO!!! Please let La-Salle and NAFA do the job of nurturing the arts people in Singapore.

I was from the band, which was in the 'Arts' category. I don't know if it's good or bad 'cause we were protesting that we're in the 'Uniform Groups' instead. But anyway, being branded certainly sucks. Say my secondary school, only those CCAs in the 'Arts' category was getting much of the funding and support although it is evideny that the other CCA groups were raising the name of the school! SEE! There's no sense of equality!

So i really hope SP doesn't turn into one. I have a suggestion if SP really do want to produce more talents in the arts, or more precisely in the 'Singing' category since we are soooo successful in it. SP should introduce a course called 'Diploma in Singing'.

Reason? Simple. Employers now look for certificates. Even if you won a particular competition, they will say, 'Oh, that's so donkey years ago! I don't care what you won. I just want paper qualifications!' As if you all have not known, diploma-holders can also hold a higher salary than those non diploma-holders. Aren't you convinced yet? So in, say Khairul's resume, he can have a Diploma in Singing and also prove to his future bosses that he have also won a prestigious singing competition in the past!

Now that's awesome. Theory backed by practical. But of course Khairul can't do so. He's already in DMC (yes, my coursemate! my senior! but i never talk to him before, only see. Haha!) and there's no such thing as a Diploma in Singing in SP... yet.

Also as you all may have known, SMS votes mean a lot to fellow contestants in singing competitions. So, how about 'SMS Voting' as one of the GEMs module, SP? Great idea, eh? Students can be trained to send messages at breakneck speeds! This is absolutely essential in garnering votes which will determine the eventual winner! (hopefully an SP student lah)

No wonder SP doesn't advertise itself. It doesn't have to anyway! Take note: if you happen to go into the toilet and hear someone singing, don't laugh! 'cause he or she may become the next champion in a singing competition! who knows? the person might just be your close friend, an acquaintance or the author of this post that you're reading! Heheh... =)

(No lah, i was just joking. I sound like a toad. Okay, a little bit better than that. At least I know not to go 'ribbit, ribbit, ribbit'. I wanted to include pictures but I don't know what's wrong with Blogger today! Sorry!)

fitri penned this at 11:21 PM

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Einstein said that his success is '99% hard work, 1% luck'.

Fitri said that his failure is '99% hard work, 1% luck.'

(you think I'd believe him now?)

Someone (i forgot who) said that he 'failed 999 times before succeeding in his last try'.

Fitri (I totally know who he is) was pondering if SP was kind enough to give him so many chances.

Confucius said, 'I hear I forget. I see I remember. I do I understand.'

Fitri said, 'I hear I forget. I see I ignore. I do I don't bother.' HOW???

Ronald Reagan said, 'Don't be afraid to see what you see.'

Fitri said, 'Yes sir. I've seen enough of violence, bloodshed and... pornography?'

By Oprah Winfrey, 'The whole point of being alive, is to evolve into a complete person you were intended to be.'

By Fitri, 'I think my puberty has stopped. Does that mean I'm better off dead now?'

(YEAH!!!)

Lee Chong Hwa said, 'No, I didn't set the paper. A panel of teachers did.'

Fitri said, 'But the paper has your name written all over it!'

okay. i hope i won't flung my FOM paper. I hope i can at least get a 'B' for this module. i know i can, if only i convert into a very pious guy now. but as much as i believe in miracles, i think it won't happen anyway. at least on me.

i felt like i'm in a shooting gallery just now. except that this time round, i was the target. one by one, students left the examination hall, as if they were preparing to reload their guns outside and wait for me to come out of the room. the feeling was just like, 'i know i'm dead even before i face the truth'. when i turn around to look at the room prior to the end of the examination, the number of people left was pathetic. it's countable with your fingers.

but at least it's done and over. i just have to wait for my results. hopefully it doesn't spell 'B-A-D N-E-W-S F-I-T-R-I' . for then i'll have to start wrting my will, before my mum knows about it.

and hey! i got into sparc2go! i couldn't even check if my application is accepted or not 'cause my web mail is giving me problems! argh!!! but today, i received an SMS of confirmation from the sparc2go people, that i'm in! and there's a camp going on this coming holidays! but it's held during my fasting period, coincedentally or not. i wonder if i would enjoy as much as the others.

but nevertheless, i'm going to enjoy myself now. YIPPEEE!!!

fitri penned this at 10:41 PM

Friday, September 23, 2005

Dear Diary,

sorry to flood you with 2 entries for today but this one has to go into you before my mind totally have no recall about it whatsoever.

it was already 10 at night. i was on my PC, taking a short break from studying for my FOM, when i heard this voice being projected from the outside of my house.

"HELLO! is any of your parents in?"

this voice was talking to my sister, who was in the living room! obviously i got worried. who knows it might me a conmen or any other species similar to that. thus i rushed out, only to see this suave guy at my doorstep. seeing my presence, i have no choice but to engage in a conversation with him. luckily it was something interesting, out of the norm, i should say.

"Hi, i'm from ADT and we're conducting this mass installation of smoke detectors inside the residents' houses. it'll be conducted on tomorrow and the day after tomorrow from 9am to 10pm. so if you hear a lot of police and fire engine sirens for the next 2 days, please don't be alarmed and call the police."

WHAT!!! for goodness sake, i want to stay at home and revise for my FOM paper leh! what's this??? a sign from GOD that i will flung my FOM paper for sure? i simply can't believe how timely this is. worse still, it's 9am to 10pm! for 2 days! OH GOSH! does that mean i have a new 'alarm clock' to help me wake up in the morning for the weekends? and that i should be away from my house, only to come back after 10pm for the next 2 days? ARGH!!!

"this installation is optional ah, the Government didn't force the residents to install this thing. it is free and it will be inside your house. so in case there's a fire, the alarm will sound and the fire brigade will be called in immediately. faster ah this way, never waste time. the police and ambulance will also be connected to this alarm. so it will really help you in emergencies."

FREE!!! wow! so how the hell do you earn from this shit? by getting bribed? and i don't get it at all! it is the dengue-frenzy period now and here i have, right in front of me, someone talking about installing smoke detectors in my house? for free? whatever happened to wiping off mozzies and more thermal fogging!

i have to pay $100+ for the changing of my windows' rivets but this smoke detector, which is far bigger and more sophisticated than those rivets, costs nothing? HAR!?!?! this ADT company struck lottery or what?

but isn't this idea plain stupid? what if someone's residence has a smoker and he happen to trigger the smoke detector? oh boy, things are getting more interesting in my dead neighbourhood now.

from now on, i will sit by my window every day, waiting excitedly to hear the faintest sound of the wailing sirens heading towards my neightbourhood and then be a kaypoh and rush down to see which 'pigeon-hole' kena busted.

after which i'll laugh heartily back to my house, knowing that the authorities have been fooled. ever heard the tale of 'the boy who cried wolf'? how will you know which case is genuine? don't tell me that there's a hidden camera inside the smoke detector. now that's called an invasion of privacy. the only logical reason that i can think of is that the Government wants to test the responses of these 'emergency' people in the wake of terrorists' activities of late.

"so where will the smoke detector be placed?" i asked out of curiosity.

"oh, it will be somwhere in between the kitchen and the living room 'cause the kitchen is where fires usually start, followed by the living room which has the circuit box ah."

OH! so if the curtain in my room catches fire first, i'll be the first one NOT being able to blame the smoke detector for not detecting the smoke earlier, is it?

i used to play those sparklers along my corridor when i was young during festive seasons. guess that will be down 'Memory Lane' when my neighbourhood is installed with these smoke detectors. i wouldn't want the whole neightbourhood to be woken up by loud alarms all of a sudden. and i mean real LOUD here. i heard my inquisitive neighbour asking how the alarm will sound like and the they showed her 4 different sounds of the alarm! 4! and they are all ear-piercing!!! each and every one of them!

i don't know what the outcome of this will be. here's my conclusion:

1) no more playing of sparklers along corridors, only at playgrounds and open spaces. after firecrackers, comes the banning of sparklers.

2) the number of people dying of heart attacks will increase rapidly due to sudden trigger of the alarms. innocent people that is.

3) smoke detector will be a national icon, should it go islandwide.

4) Ang Mo Kio is too dead to be a town of its own. thus, it needs a fresh injection of vibrance and enthusiasm.

you really think residents will run for their life when the alarms go off? after knowing for numerous times that they'll be running for nothing?

they'll just continue to sip their kopi,
watch the TV,
and play mahjong with their kakis.

"Haiyah, there goes another alarm. don't worry lah, quite far from here. tomorrow we'll go and see which apartment is 'black' in colour. come! come! let's continue!" goes one of the aunties.

i still can't believe that this happened. i wasn't sleep-walking, trust me. even if i was, the sounds of the alarms would be more than enough to wake me up. luckily that guy went off politely after 5 minutes talking to me, else i'll be calling the police already. No need to wait for the smoke detectors to be sounded. Some things are still best done manually.

If you see me busking along Orchard Road during the next 2 days, most probably i'm just taking a break from my studies. and earn some fast bucks along the way too.

fitri penned this at 11:32 PM

I hate going to City Hall. Full of white-collar people, some of whom display much yuckier attitude than those aunties at wet markets whom we always use to irk at. But luckily, my hate for City Hall stops there. 'cause from City Hall MRT station, you can go to Raffles City, Citylink, Suntec City, Millenia Walk and the Esplanade. only now did i realise that Singapore has a lot of 'cities'. It's like going to a city of a city.

but the best part has yet to come! i haven't even listed Marina Square! i've been there once after it has been partially renovated and it doesn't strike my eye a little bit. maybe 'cause i didn't explore much then. But yesterday, changed my whole perception of it! go to the Level 3 and it'll remind you of Far East's 'Level One', despite its major difference in floor space. go one floor down and you'll feel as if you're in a food haven.

there's restaurants serving Thai, Vietnamese, Japanese, Indonesian, Chinese dishes and many more! grrr... too bad for me for it's not 'Halal'. so my choices are somewhat limited. i'm not sure about the prices though but i guess many of you are more or less experienced enough to estimate how thick your wallets and purses should be when you come to these places, right!

now go back up to Level 3. turn to your left and walk past the little shops till you reach the end. what did you see?

'RASTAFARI!'

okay, even if you take the wrong lane, you should be able to see this shop 'cause it's so distinctive! i just love the stuffs that they sell. alright, i shall be honest here. i don't quite like their shirts 'cause they are not to my liking. but i simply love their accessories! i want to get more bangles and necklaces from there! they say it's hand-made but i'm not too sure about it. but hey! what matters is the quality and if you like it or not! and i certainly do!

wood. simple. nature. appreciated. that's the way it should be.

if you had not known, RASTAFARI's concept is reggae, marijuana and such. and if you know me well, you should know that i'm not a person who appreciates these elements. but yet, yeah i do partonise the shop. it's so unlike me. perhaps it's metamorphosis in process.

next time, if you're sick and tired of the long tunnels of Suntec City, get a glimpse of the inner side of Marina Square. it's quite a distance to go in though. but who cares! you'll have no regrets to be in there. and you know what's cool? Getting to the Esplanade area is far much more convenient from Marina Square than Suntec City. talk to me about the cool breeze and destressing here people! AHAHAHA! what an escape from the hustle and bustle of reality.

(Was Hinokio that touching? I didn't cry at the appropriate scenes but Yan did. In fact, i didn't cry at all. i think i'm getting too heartless and cold-blooded. but the main female character was cool. i like her. ;)

after watching the previews at the 'Premium Lounge' outside the theatre, i realised that i missed lots of good movies. argh. damn it. but i still have the urge to watch 'School of Rock' once more. DVD also can lah!)

fitri penned this at 2:22 PM

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

i was feeling confident after today's ICP paper. never have i felt an air of confidence lingering around me. the feeling was, oh-so-shiok-ah! even though i have a few doubts on certain questions, i still believe that i can go through this paper with pretty decent grades. that i can finally see the reality of me getting at least a 'B' for this ICP module.

but my fairytale didn't last long though. shucks! i was just beginning to fantasise! after checking my answers with Sitze, i realised that i have crapped my way through the paper. that his answers were far, WAY TOO FAR, more acceptable and rational than mine. that my hopes for getting a 'B' grade for ICP is slowly but surely diminishing.

i would go silently in my heart, "OH SHIT! WHY DIDN'T I PUT THAT DOWN!" or "DAMN. I'M GONNA FLUNK REAL BAD THIS TIME." or "EH, YA HOR! I REVISED THROUGH ALL THOSE BUT DIDN'T APPLY THEM. STUPID."

thanks Sitze for bringing me back down to Earth, else i would have been on my way to meet Chang-Er in the moon.

and guess what? finally, after such a long wait, i got my NYAA Booklet. i'm doing the 'GOLD' award as a first attempt. you think it's possible? you think it's achieveable? see this exclusive sneak preview of what i am going to expect for the next donkey months...

i don't wanna sound overconfident but this is my forte. and i really do hope to excel in it. i think i bettter start to greet the aunties and uncles 'loitering' at my void deck whenever i see them. that would make a perfect jumpstart for my 'Introduction to the Old and Weary People' module.

"4 Days outing including 3 nights in a tent or shelter, in remote surroundings with at least 32 hours of effort or activity."

can i 'play cheat' a little bit here? can i like... spend 4 days around my neighbourhood and sleep for 3 nights at my void deck? my distant cousin said this when he drove me back to my place, "Ang Mo Kio is already the countryside of Singapore. and this (referring to my neighbourhood), is the countryside of the countryside." 'remote surroundings' suits my neightbourhood, don't you think so? well, for the 32 hours, i can propse to slack, eat, drink, breathe air, walk around, etc. all these requires effort, right?

wow. this sounds like... fun? i would love to participate in cookery and demonstrate my culinary skills. while all guys seem so mundane when it comes to the range of food that they can whip up, I, yes I, have a far more impressive range. i can cook instant noodles, with flavours ranging from Curry, Tom Yam, Chicken, Mee Goreng, Seafood and Abalone. I can make dishes of eggs-scrambled, fried, boiled, half-boiled and omelette-style. And... i guess I better stop here. My CV is getting far too good too be seen.

and lastly, we have the...

i want tennis! i want cycling! i want football! but i think i'd most probably go for Yoga. i want to be flexible so that i can go as low as possible when i do the limbo. most importantly, i want to prove that tall people CAN be flexible too! and that the karma sutra is indeed possible to be followed!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! okay, that's about it.

but i'm feeling kinda down about one thing though. i still don't know if i'm in or out of sparc2go. 'cause they sent the notification letter through the web mail. i don't know what is fucking wrong with mine that i can't get to my web mail! and this has been bugging me and making me feel irritated! well, i did approach the SAC staff for help just now and they gave me this number...

6*7*1*6*

i demand a human voice to answer me, to clarify my doubts, to solve my fucking problem! it better not be another voice-automated machine that picks up my call. i've yet to try but if anyone is free or want to destress from your exams, give it a try.

here's a clue: use the 'trial and error' method to see which combination of numbers is the correct one. the one who answers your call should be by the name of 'CI'.

and not to worry, i've already started praying that your mum won't scream her head off when she sees the next telephone bill. not forgetting sharpening the knife.

just in case.

fitri penned this at 8:28 PM

Monday, September 19, 2005

The dreadful day is coming, 2 more days to be exact till i sit for my very first proper paper since i stepped into SP. as much as i love to hate ICP, i have no choice but to sit for it. i mugged, at home and outside. but i still feel unprepared, i don't know why. sheese. maybe 'cause i haven't tried any mock paper yet. but is it necessary? i don't know...

where are the seniors in SP? in DMC? i need your guidances!!! i'm totally clueless how the whole procedure is gonna be, totally unclear of how the format of the paper will turn out to be. i don't want to repeat any module leh! ITB, ICP... all can be categorised under the 'simple-stuffs-only-made-difficult' category. to be held back because of these modules will be plain retard. pure madness. absolutely crazy. and that FOM module carries 6 credits! oh god, this will be the only time, so far, that i hope i will have a divine intervention.

let's practise figure and ground here for a moment. i went through CREATIVE's website a few days ago and saw this new array of mp3 players that they have in their shelfs.

This is CREATIVE's answer to Apple's iPOD with the touch-button in the middle for scrolling purposes. but, I doubt it can cause Mr Steve Jobs to regard it as his competitor even when he's doing his businessess-in the toilet.

Coloured screen display. 8GB storage space. Works just like a Zen Micro with a little bit of difference-it allows the storage of photos.

self-explanatory. 30GB of space. i'm aniticipating the time when our computer can be accessed in our palms.but, its strengths can be a weakness too. just imagine what kind of videos can be shared. not thinking pessimistic here but just being realistic.

A relative of Zen Vision who was clever enough to heed Olinda's advice of taking up her slimming centre's full body slimming package. smaller display screen, smaller storage space by coming in 512MB and 1GB, thus a smaller body. (pun totally intended)

my personal favourite. don't ask why 'cause it just attracts my eye. no cables needed, works as a flash drive yet resembles a MuVoV200. sleek. smooth. sexy.

of course, Apple has it's very own iPod Nano, which has given me a shock of my life! not to mention adding on to my list of phobias too. it's so darn freaking thin. THIN! if you wanna be slim, let this iPod Nano be your benchmark and you'll know how fucking slim it is. but it is the ugliest mp3 player ever. (okay, there are worse BUT this is the worse by Apple.) what's new about it? absolutely NOTHING! it doesn't move my heart even a little bit!

things get smaller and smaller these days. but till how small? you gotta get out of that comfort zone and create something new, CREATIVE and Apple. maybe for CREATIVE, its mp3 players can have the ability to broadcast local TV channels like how they are able to bring the local radio airwaves to us? how about allowing Internet access?

but that would require a keyboard. it sucks not to have a keyboard to surf the web, no matter what alternatives you try. maybe i'll change my mind when words can be detected by technological devices in the future. but till then i think i better set my mind back into studying for ICP.

darn it.

fitri penned this at 8:36 PM

Saturday, September 17, 2005

my family and i celebrated my dad's birthday today but i don't know how old is he now. despite so, i still couldn't be bothered to ask. never mind about it, i was looking foward to enjoy the celebration 'cause it seems like it'll be the only glimmer of positive note today. that pathetic, yes i i know. we went to the Pizza Hut at Causeway Point to have dinner there. actually, it was more to a lunch but blame procrastination for the change in plans.

Causeway Point is so darn deserted when we reached there at around 5. Alright, perhaps it's not as bad as what you may think it is. but the fact is, there are far fewer shoppers there than i had initially expected. HEL-LO... this is Saturday people, i thought it will be a day to destress from your 5-day week and just take a breather by particiapating in retail theraphy and such? i could only come up with 1 possible outcome for this rare phenomenon that i faced.

the majority of the popluation is overcrowding the town area which i don't know what the hell is happening there today. i only know that there's a national beatbox competition heating up tonight at a club. but that's WAY LATE at night. maybe Singaporeans are 'choping' their places early in bars and pubs to watch the 'live' telecast of EPL soccer matches on tonight. but that will make up only a small percentage of the whole population that's 'lost' from shopping centres!

perhaps Causeway Point is getting too predictable for them, it has always been the same old shops. other 'Points' are much more attractive avenues for them to shop. what's so attractive about town anyway? it's getting dead, only liven up by the scores of many different human beings who roam the streets there. it surprises me that there are people who goes down to town EVERY WEEK! don't you guys get bored breathing the same stale air everytime?

anyway, back to the 'celebration' at Pizza Hut which was densely populated, unsurprisingly though. i was wondering why this outlet has so many teenage staffs before Yan said to me straight in my face that "it is the same everywhere."

"Oh".

this particular guy took our order and he caught my attention. he is good looking and has nice facial features that really make him stand out from the rest. but i am straight. then one female staff served us the food and i thought she will be a great catch. on first look, i was mesmerized. she's attractive. i wasn't influenced by lust, but more to her smile i suppose. but i'm tied down. Yan's sitting rriiigghhtt next to me. and i'm not disappointed. 'cause i know she's the REAL one for me.

i swear i ate the wrong dishes! no more baked rice for me! everything about it falls way below my expectations, which weren't that high anyway. urgh. i was practically forcing the food down my throat, counting on my stomach acids to digest them. 'nuff said. Pizza Hut should be considered only when... you crave for pizzas. 'cause that's what they do best. Pizza. yes, not anything else.

dad didn't get the present that we wanted to give him initially, which was a jacket. more to a sweater actually but not as thick as it is. but we did buy him 2 long sleeved shirts which my mum thought can double up as a jacket to keep my dad warm! talk about creativity here! and i did get a bottom for myself too and for that, THANKS A LOT MUM! i can spend my money on other stuffs now! yay!

i had a little chat with Yan near her place before i sent her up to her home. it was a pretty meaningful one, tracing back old memories and reminiscing the past. to add to the ambience, children were running wildly everywhere, holding lanterns in their hands and others seemingly scared of the 'firecrackers'. such innocence, i've yearned to see for such a long time. no inhibitions, just propelled by the emotions running through their minds.

but i then saw this little girl, sitting on a stool, all by herself.
she had nothing else with her, only for a file.
and where's her lantern?
it's nowhere in sight...

she look dejected, eyes filled with envy.
i thought she was from her tuition, forced to go today.
i presumed she was warned by her mum not to go out and play.
perhaps that's why she just stared at the other children,
running, playing, laughing heartily,
unconcerned by her lack of presence in the fun.

so before she goes home and tuck to sleep,
she want to at least see the joy of this 'Lantern Festival',
despite only a brief glance, i saw her eyes filled with tears,
i had mixed feelings but i knew i could do nothing.
such a pity, to be caged up in a world of fear and respect.

as i walk away from her i began to visualize,
how happy she will be if she can join in the celebration and fun,
how she will describe to her mum that it was the best time she ever had in her life,
and that she will thank her mum for giving her the chance to do so.

but it wasn't meant to be a reality,
all the can do now is to watch and see,
see the beautiful moments happen right in front of her eyes,
before she realizes that it's getting late,
and she had to wave goodbye,
hoping that the same scene will play,
in her dreams tonight.

Happy birthday dad. I wish you'll be in the pinkiest of health always and go on from strength to strength to be a much better person in life.

fi3

(yet another blogger charged for racist comments under the Sedition Act today. sad to say that he's a friend of mine, someone i know despite not being close, being tied in the arms of the law. i can't say he deserved it. i respect him for what he has in his mind. in fact, i kept an open mind about the issues that he brought up. i wasn't flamed up at all. perhaps he just brought things way too far.

blogging is about writing whatever you have in your mind that you want to talk about. that's it's main purpose. the fact that netizens can see what you write is just a secondary. that's why you've got to be responsible for what you say. that's why keeping a diary is plain retard. it's the same like talking behind people's back. you gossip and such and keep them to yourself. come on, stand up and be counted for what you say.

it's just my view and opinion. everyone's entitled to it. so don't cry foul just yet. i wonder when will i be charged. being controversial is just my style in blogging. and laws aint gonna change my ways. respect them i do, fear them i shall not!)

fitri penned this at 11:31 PM

Friday, September 16, 2005

I love studying!!! i've met my new-found love that has emerged from the shadows, hiding from me all these while! why must you do this to me? do you know that i have been searching high and low for you? wait. it seems that the term 'Studying' sounds a bit too vague. i should say 'I love studying in groups!'

i can't study alone, especially at home. i'll have the tendency to switch on my computer and do all the unnecessary stuff that i can think of using my computer. and when i go out to study, i can't be alone. i don't have the motivation, the drive, to flip on to the next page of my notes and memorise the shit that i have written down. the sight of others mugging simply drain my inner strength out of me.

and worst of all, they're everywhere! muggers here, muggers there. McDonald's, libraries, void decks. you name it, they've conquered it. which is why i love studying in groups! at least i've got a channel to destress my crapping with them. at least i can have the motivation that i need to push myself to revise. at least i know that i'm not the only one, fooling and mugging at the same time.

Jurong East library was once again a haunt for devon, elf and I to mug. actually, it's the first time we're together but for me, it'll be the umpteenth. i lost count already. what's great about studying together is that you get to bond closer, get to know each other better and go through the serious and laughing matters as one.

'Sex' spontaneously became the main topic covered in many of our 'break-from-mugging conversations'. of course i don't know how it ended up as so taking the fact that we all started off with the Mats having tapered pants, wearing all those dangling chains and carrying a small bag around, practicallly only for storing their EZ-Link cards we supposed. quite logical ain't it? their pants will be so tight that they can't even slit in their ez-link cards into their pockets. that's when their oh-so-highly-slinged-mini-bags will come in handy for them. they act as if they are big shots, but a kick at their crotch will settle any disputes in no time. i'm sure it can be easily located since it WILL be very visible in their tight bottoms. just open your eyes a little bit bigger when you encounter a situation with them.

i just hate these guys. sometimes, i feel disgraced to be a Malay. especially when these Mats & Minahs originated from my kind of species. YUCKS! get a life will you! at least don't bring the name of Malays down to the drain!

thanks elf for making me squirm in disgust as you told me ths tales of ACS and CHIJ students. i just can't imagine 6 guys, taking a cubicle each inside the school's toilet, blowjobbing one another while keeping their noise level to the minimum. no wonder the head prefect was dumbfounded when he caught them in the act. no wonder the discipline master had nothing to say when he knew about this matter.

and that CHIJ girl suffered a worse fate.

test-tubes+toilet+muscle contraction (you know where) = bits and pieces of glass in her genital.

at least the one who had her friend to page her while she purposely didn't want to pick it up, whilst in a sitting position i suppose, was far much more 'cleaner' in a way or another.

the location of the g-spot was demonstrated using the round chairs available there, despite the fact that all our efforts are to no avail. perhaps we didn't read up till that much YET. no wonder these 'special' chairs were placed at the top floor. it was for the teens. teens who are curious about the birds and the bees but have parents who are so unwilling to share their sexual experiences with their children. so much so that they cut up the covers of these chairs to make them resemble the real thing.

i saw this poster as i took the escalator up to the top floor, before we settled down to study. it reads:

NO VANDALISM
NO FOOD AND DRINKS
NO VULGARITIES

i became a rebellious streak for a moment and went against these rules. no need for the first 2 rules. i was more curious about the last rule. as i stepped into the 'holy' arena, i muttered,

'FUCK!'

nothing happened.

'FUCK!'

nothing happened.

okay, it's proven. rules are meant to be broken after all.

fitri penned this at 8:59 PM

The 'Jalan Kayu Tracks'. If i were to hear it first time, i will think that there's a new jogging track in my old and dusty neighbourhood here. we're just so bad at naming things. but i have 'lived long enough' to know that it is a monthly newsletter for the... Jalan Kayu division? oh well, who bothers anyway. the funny thing about Singapore is that we try to make things look big when it is actually small.

take for example the National day period. you have these banners hanging from alternate lamposts along the roads for don't-know-whatever-reason-it-is, right? if it's to let the residents know which 'division' your in, i think the people responsible for this project have failed miserably. 'cause for some ignorant residents like me, i am still clueless for which side i'm in. don't blame me just yet. you see, from my apartment the only tar-layered floor that i can see is one 2-lane street that stretches quite a distance.

and from my apartment itself, i can see many of those baners hanging on the lamposts. the thing is, a few of them try to tell me that i'm in the 'Jalan Kayu' division while some others says that i'm in the 'Cheng San' division. what's the meaning of this? you expect to me to see which division has more banners or what? you think this is some kind of practice for an election process since i'm still uneligible for any voting issues right now? GET REAL! one street, many banners, now i'm left stranded on where do i really belong.

can someone address this problem here? especially that lonely figure who appears in a square box, in the front page of the 'Jalan Kayu Tracks'? i heard you're my MP right? why haven't i even see you even once? in person i mean. perhaps that's why you put your face in the newsletter every month, right? to show that you do exist. but you know what? i'm not convinced that you're my MP! don't try to cheat my feelings here! oh my, ooohhh my... my Bitch Fit is coming... i can just feel it go down my anus. oooppss!!! i kinda...yeah, that one.

moving on, i was revising till i drop dead and decided to take a break by sipping a cuo of hot Milo to rejuvenate myself. as i sat down on my couch and took my first sip of the drink, i found this 'Jalan Kayu Tracks' in front of me. (But i thought i've thrown it aside?) Oh god, please don't tell me that this is fated. nevertheless, i flipped through it. flip. flip. flip. throw. that's my routine if i receive this newsletter everytime. but somehow, this picture caught my napping attention.

it is self-explanatory, i should say. a typical propaganda from the government. (i'm already thinking of migrating here. just can bear to leave my friends and family. and my studies in SP.)
the picture shows citizens of Singapore taking their pledge with their... left hand across their chest!!! what the hell!!! here, here, here... take a look of the closer view. must see! must see! (for those who are squinting you eyes, here's a food for thought-click the picture.)

those marked with the red arrows are... i don't know where they come from! spare the little kid there please. perhaps she's on the learning curve just. but the other 2? oh my gosh! what a disgrace! after so long you've stayed in Singapore and after so many National Day Parades you've witnessed, this is how you show your respect for the country!

and ALAMAK! i simply can't believe this fact! this photographer, actually snapped this photo! whether it's becuse of these 3 'non-Singaporeans' acting patriotic or if it really is because of the social cohesion displayed that led him into taking this photo, only he himself will know. and the editor! how can you not notice this flaw!

if i were to say that they really aren't true Singaporeans, the most they could do is to stand in respect. but they followed throughout the pledge! worse still, using the wrong fist! i want to cry... no, it's more to laughing now. i hate to say this but if they are really, really, really Singaporeans, you should know the procedure right!!! AND YOU CAN SEE THIS BOY LEADING THE WHOLE CROWD IN FRONT OF YOU! okay lah, maybe it was because of mirror image. but wait! i'm not going to let you off so easilly.

YOU REALLY SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THE PROCEDURE RIGHT! and the people around you, look at them! and goodness sake, how long has it been since you last took your the pledge? sigh. i have no more say for this issue anymore. all have been stated as above. enough of my ranting. i'm satisfied. i must stop before i turn into a maniac. i have to get back to mugging right now.

$30 million dollars to be spent to fight off dengue fever and its troop of Aedes mosquitoes. do you know that it only takes a few seconds, no money involved here, to tell someone that you need to place your RIGHT arm across your chest rather than you LEFT? this is what as the Malay saying goes, 'Gajah depan mata tak nampak, nyamuk seberang sungai nampak.' it is loosely translated as, ' you can't see and elephant in front of you but you can see the mosquito that is across the river'. go figure.

i apologise for the sudden lack of updates recently. for your information, i'm going through the 'Great Depression' period now, where i have to mug to pull up my grades. looking back, i should be grateful there's such a newsletter such as the 'Jalan Kayu Tracks'. it is really a source for me to destress. how weird can that sound? Hahaha! i don't know about the other 'divisions' but if you guys go receive these kinda newsletters, make an effort to AT LEAST look through them. (Now i sound as if i'm employed my the Government for the 'Propaganda' department.) No, i'm still jobless. My point is, perhaps you'll encounter an experience like what i had just gone through.

The experience is simply undescribable. It'll just make you go...

WAHAHAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! HAHAH! HAHA! Hah! Ha..

fitri penned this at 12:20 AM

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Me: BIG NEWS! BIG NEWS! The 'Singapore Flyer' is going to be built in 2 weeks' time!
Inner me: Yeah, so what? Big deal? I bet half of the Singapore population doesn't know what the 'Singapore Flyer' is.
Me: Who dares not to know? It's sucha big project! you know what? It will be 45 storeys high at maximum height! i will be on cloud nine up there!
Inner me: can you go to heaven if you take the 'Singapore Flyer'?
Me: well, literally no. but you can if you don't take your necessary precautions. you know how...
Inner me: You want me to?
Me: OF COURSE NOT! but 45 storeys is really high, don't you think so? you can even see Indonesia and Malaysia when you at that height!
Inner me: really? wouldn't that make this structure another potential target for terrrorist?
Me: OI! why are you so sadistic?
Inner me: i'm just stating facts here. i can take a sniper gun and shoot anyone i like from up there. that's the problem with 'revealing' too much, you see.
Me: DOUBLE OI! can you tone down your saddisticness? I feel like killing you already.
Inner me: If you kill me, you'll kill yourself too.
Me: Oh ya hor... darn it.
Inner me: The next time you open your mouth, please plan what you gonna say. Use mind maps or whatever means possible to you.
Me: Oh shut the hell up...

For those who are illiterate, can't comprehend what the 'Singapore Flyer' is, don't blame me for not being mindful this time round.

There you have it, one of the most expensive structures ever built in Singapore. For it's hefty price tag, one really must wonder why is it built on reclaimed land and not forgetting that it faces the sea. perhaps we are just testing Mother Nature's patience. we really don't learn from other people's mistakes, do we?

Coming Soon:
The 8th Wonder Of The World-
The Drifting Ferris Wheel
In theatres near you.

I personally love it when it is in its 'night-mode'. it makes me wanna go "Whoa!" and shout "That's the best piece of architecture I've ever seen!" (spare me, my eyes couldn't bring me everywhere i wanna go.)

Magnificent! Should have been named the 'Big O' instead. It looks like a doughnut? A wheel, of course. and something else... darn, i can't think of the name of this female body part that is somehow similar to this structure. oh, nevermind. i'll just leave it to each individual's knowledge and imagination.

I have nothing much to say about its interior though.

imagine you're taking an oral examination and you're given this picture. what would you say? here's my part:

Me: There's a lot of greeney in this place. I suppose it is some kind of zoo built for the indoors. I think this place is in Singapore because Singapore is so hot. And adding to the fact that it citizens are no longer visiting the Mandai Zoo due to the hot weather, the Government must have taken the initiative to built an indoor zoo to allow fellow Singaporeans to look at the exotic animals that they have in store such as house erm...lizards, erm... ants, cockroaches and... I KNOW! I KNOW! mosquitoes! i heard they love to breed them! furthermore, only Singapore will be mindful enough to be using its taxpayers money to build all these nonsensical stuffs with the reason of attracting more tourists to boost its economy.

Invigilator: Thank you so much, son. You have woken me up. I'm taking the first flight out of this country tonight.
Me: Where do you intend to go to, sir?
Invigilator: To wherever the plane flies me to.
Me: I have a suggesti...
Invigilator: That's enough, son. Please leave now before i deduct your marks for being nosey.

I was thinking why it was named the 'Singapore Flyer'. I mean, when you say 'Singapore Flyer', doesn't the tons of junk mails that you get inside your letterboxes every now and then, come to your mind straight away? i still think the 'Big O' sounds more better, practically. =p

Inner me: i heard that they are going to change the whole landscape of Marina Bay by 2010.
Me: So what's wrong with it?
Inner me: Where the hell can i fly my kites and go 'pak toh' with my girlfriend then?
Me: Singapore is big lah. go and find other places.
Inner me: you must be blind.
Me: I was, partially. till my pair of spectacles save me from more misery!
Inner me: retard. plain retard.

(2 bloggers were caught for having racist comment on their blogs today. NO! it's not me. yet. i wonder how much is really a lot till you can get caught for being racist in your blogs. i'm not a racist. it's just a sad reality that some people are too enthnocentric. why can't you be more open? of course there's a limit to what and how you say about sensitive issues. now that's different lah, of course! that will depend on how mature you are.

and my 'attack' towards the Government was merely to poke fun. please don't send the SWAT team to my place tonight to catch me and put my face in the news tomorrow morning. by the way if you really do come by, please be considerate and knock on my door. 'cause i'll be staying up late to watch the Champions League match on Ch 5.

don't barge down the front door. be considerate to my neighbours who are sleeping, at the very least. they have to go to work early in the morning tomorrow to help preserve the country's economy.)

fitri penned this at 9:00 PM

Monday, September 12, 2005

Mrs Goh: Fitri, i'm really sorry but i think you've got to see this face of mine again next semester. i know it's hard to believe but it's true.
Me: What!!! NO!!! please tell me that you're lying, Mrs Goh. please, i beg you.
Mrs Goh: Which part of me do you wish not to see again?
Me: Can I say it's everything?
Mrs Goh: Sorry? i can't hear you.
Me: Oh, nothing. it's better if you can't hear me.

that was what i presume my dream will be tonight. i hope it won't come true, in my dreamland and reality too. for your own personal interest, my last 2 pages of the ITB test paper was literally blank. stupid 'HLOOKUP' function. i kept on trying and trying, i swear there was only 2 columns in the 'Lookup Table', as far as my eyes are concerned. and there i was spending a rather fruitless 20 minutes or so figuring out where the hell i went wrong.

at the end of the test, i turned to xiaolin asking her if she managed to do the 'HLOOKUP' function. SHE SAID "YES"! AN ASTOUNDING "YES"! holey shit! how did she do that?

"oh, there are actually 3 columns. 2 of them are merged. ya," she answered me straight at my face in her usual animatic manner.

3 columns, huh. 2 of them merged. NO WONDER I FOUND MYSELF LIKE A DUMB ASS STONING IN FRONT OF MY COMPUTER DOING NOTHING FOR ALMOST 20 MINUTES! all the following questions were related to this question that i was stuck at. bottomline is: if i couldn't answer this question that i was stuck at, i can forget about the other questions. 'cause they are all related. stupid i should say. whoever that line fits best to.

for the benefit of those who are clueless about what i'm talking about, here's a helpful hint. i'm talking in Excel language. yes, that darn EXCEL that holds the capability to make me weep and cry or jump for joy when i receive my grades for this ITB module that i'm taking now. thanks Mr. Bill Gates for inventing this programme. oh how i really appreciate your kind help.

the misery didn't last long as i downed it together with the food that i ate with my other 6 friends at City Hall's Sakae Sushi. despite it's presence all these years, this was my first time dining at this restaurant. lately i've been a little bit adventurous. i've been to Thai Express and now Sakae Sushi. I've been wanting to try Marche and Cafe Cartel and Mos Burger. the thing is, all these restaurants don't bear the 'HALAL' certificate.

well, i'm not pretty particular about this issue. i just feel that when i happen to dine at these places, i just need to choose my food carefully. that's all right? but of course i wouldn't have chosen these places for my everyday meals. such a pity that i can't enjoy these fine dining. perhaps if i could, i would have been broke by now. and you might be seeing me busking along Orchard Road frequently should that become a reality.

back to Sakae Sushi, sorry for the little digressing. my first time eating sushi and it wasn't as bad as i thought it would be! i've always imagined sushi as a 'yucky, yuck, yucks' food but today's experience changed my perception. of course, i was lucky to have been introduced to types of sushi of my liking. or else i would have been 'sushi-phobic' after my first bite.

"chomp. chomp. chomp." typical Singaporeans lah. knowing that it's a buffet style, we tried almost every plate available on the conveyor belt. $13, mind you! gotta take advantage of that! (Joannah, remind me to repay you back alright!) then a familiar voice came to disrupt my gluttony that was in rapid progress.

"Eh, you all can order anything from the menu that costs $1.90, leh. then you still have 1 small ice-cream each and 2 servings of fruits!" darn that Elf.

such bad friends i have! haha! after filling my tummy to half full, only then did they tell me that piece of good news! i could have ordered more sushis but i thought i would get sick of it. Udons (Japanese noodle) was also a no-no for me. It's doesn't appeal much to me. So i went with the side orders. Some were fantastic, others were pathetic.

The 'Potato Croquette' and 'Tako Yaki' were my personal favourite! one word to describe them,"YUMMY!" now, there's this another dish that i tried. it's called 'Kani Tempura'. it certainly sounds nice and tempting but it was the only food that i can classify it as 'pathetic'. it was just two pieces of crabstick, dabbed with flour i suppose, and fried before being served with a drop of mayo. 'Kani Tempura'- though i don't know Japanese that well, i can assume that 'Kani' here means pathetic. 'cause it really was. "Pathetic Tempura"-don't forget to order it the next time you go to Sakae Sushi.

the creme of the crop was really left to the last, and no it wasn't the least. it was a surprise to me that the ice-cream left a very good impression of Sakae Sushi instead of the Japanese food, till this very moment! maybe i'm not used to 'outside' food yet and that the ice-cream brought me back to Earth, where i truly belong. I was forced to be contented with the 'Chocolate' flavour thought I wanted 'Cookies Dough Chip'. It was out-of-stock apparently. Darn. but the 'Chocolate' wasn't that bad after all! i simply love indulging in ice-creams...

so here i am, nursing my oversized tummy. i'm going to the doctor tomorrow to do an x-ray of it. hopefully nothing's wrong. Sitze's abs were gone after today, as if they have entered the 'Bermuda's Triangle'. Mine is still there, I think... and i hope so. Thanks to you guys, Mich, Joannah, Poh Ying, Alvin, Elf and Sitze, for bringing widening my horizon in the food and beverages industry. Thanks to you guys also for making me out of shape.

I'm currently very willing to model for any slimming centres. any takers? must provide me with your treatments and such for free till i get back my old self. that's all i ask for. one sentence. a lot meh?

(Mich said this outlet wasn't the best. There's no computer to place the orders. Bet those who have went into Sakae Sushi before will be bored to death. You'll be going, "Like DUH!", "What else do you expect in there!" but hey, everyone has a 'first' time. and i dare say you were along my line when you first experience Sakae Sushi. Haha! i'm such a darn 'crack in the butt'.

And farewell, Ms Hui. she's going off soon, mid-October i heard? oh darn... who's gonna be 1A03's new PTN? please don't let my worst nightmares come true. Please don't let it be Wenda Leong. now i'm gonna miss Ms Hui, despite all the sins that i've committed towards her. MS HUI!!! please, come back! i seek your forgiveness!)

fitri penned this at 11:43 AM

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Back from chalet at Aloha Loyang!!! (doubts answered on why you always seem to stare at the same screen when you type www.fitree.blogspot.com?) it was more of a family event organised by my girlfriend's famly and they invited me over. so, yeah i gladly went on Friday night, after i attended the Mid-Autumn festival celebration.

the mid autumn festival! yessss!!! the one which was held at the auditorium! Those who didn't attend should really consider themselves unlucky. you guys missed a whole lot of fun! furthermore, Elf was one of the emcees on that day. He broke his 'virginity' on last Friday leh! (it's not the one which you're thinking of right now so get the thought off you.)

let me list what fun stuff you all missed. let's see, what do we have here...

a 'surprise' appearance by Chanel. (it WAS a surprise until i saw this plump girl enthusistically holding a poster of Chanel's photo in her hands whilst talking to her friends.) and they came in a big group to support Chanel! the whole 6 of them! yes! wailing like guard dogs, only difference is they can speak! and when they were invited to the stage to 'meet' Chanel in person, they all wear caps and covered their faces with the posters that they were holding each! talk about support here! by the way, they ought to 'cause they are just a bunch of bandwagon-jumpers. and let's see if they still support Chanel are 6 months from now. make that 3. (Mich's diff here! no personal attack to her!)
an awful local rendition of 'Wake Me Up When September Ends'(click the 'Video' tab,download the file and fast-foward to:01:43. touching music video they have there.), originally by Green Day. It's the father of rock you're trying to imitate there, mind you! flat voice, unbalanced sound from amplifiers, too fast a tempo, 'nuff said.
A brief introduction to the origins of the 'Mooncake Festival' that was so interesting that it made me dream of Jessica Alba for a brief moment. luckily she didn't appear in my whole nap of i'll have wet dreams already. She's sizzling HOT!
A buffet made of yucky mashed potatoes, yucky cold rice, yucky oily noodles, yucky.... only the pasta was reasonable enough for my stomach's liking. if there was a gents, of decent standard, nearby i would have put all the food into my mouth, let them pass my oesphagus, thorugh my small intestine and his brother, the 'Big' one, and finally out of my anus. (Down you go! Outta my sight! I don't wanna see you anymore!)

Basically the only thing that brought a smile to my face was the sight of the old folks being given the chance to freeze inside this mini-freezer, proudly owned by SP. seriously, i wonder how they felt in there. surprisingly i managed to hold my urine. it must have been frozen throughout my time in there. secondly, was the sight Elf's maiden voyage to his journey of discovering his hidden talents-emceeing. it was an honourable honour okay! alright, that's two smiles on my face. but wait! there' s a third one!

i didn't realise this until Elf was on stage during the finale. He was so smartly dressed. Black shirt with red tie, black pants and... AACCKK!!! his SKATER SHOES! (who's that bastard who told me no photography was allowed in there ah? the world has just missed on of the most beautiful sights in history!) sorry to critic you bro but it was really a funny sight. and i won't make a mockery out of it. no, trust me. if anything bad happen to strike your ear, it's really not by me.

$3 for three smiles, spreaded through one and a half hours. does that makes $1 per smile? i should have smiled more! make the whole experience a value for money! but it's okay, i did have the perks. i had a mini Chinese tuition in there, thanks to my Chinese tutor who have advised me to attend this event so as to improve my Chinese language further. in fact, he (no more she! she's now a HE!) even arranged for a few of his collegues to attend the event with me, so as to teach me in spite of his absence!

i shan't talk about my times during the chalet here. i know it's kinda ironic to link my previous post to what i have mentioned in my first paragraph. but please, forgive me. i just can't explain why!

i have an Excel test going on tomorrow and i don't need a fortune-teller to tell me that i'm gonna flung it. all the best to me and others who are taking it. on wednesday, i've gotta go back to school again to meet KC, to discuss about our individual projects on CC. Friday will be the submission day for this project. Hello, SP! i thought it's suppose to be a study break! oh, i forgot. it aint no 'one-week holiday'.

mugging time poeple! but i still have the intention of going shopping! darn my friends who went shopping on Friday at Bugis. and Wan Tong.. that dear Wan Tong! she told me that she's going to the 'CREATIVE' Fair today with her sister. (let's see if her creativity has improved tomorrow. hehehe...) i wonder if she buys another mp3 for herself. yes, she already has one. and take note! i'm not lying here alright, i really didn't go to the fair today. i was so darn shagged. and this Excel test is driving me crazy!

tell me, what's worse that knowing your fate and yet you know that little can be done to change things around?

darn Excel.

and as nice as she can be, i darn the teacher too. maybe it's not your fault after all, 'cher. it's the subject that's dry. i cry for you. it's such a mentionable mention to be under your guidance. i really admire your strong and persistent character in continuing to teach our class PATIENTLY despite our monkey-like antics in your classes.

PS: as racist as i may have sound, my intentions are clear-my harsh words are aimed only at the event. not Chinese as a whole; people, race and what have you. but really, sometimes it's really embarassing to be of the race that I am. Ever watched Martin Yan from the 'Yan Can Cook, So Can You' show? Ever laughed at his funny antics and suddenly hold back your laughter 'cause you're suddenly remembered by the fact that you're a non-Chinese? (by the way, thanks Russell Peters.) Cut the crap, people. We are all racist. It all depends on how childish you are, if you can think on the same fequency as I am now. but i really am not firing at the Chinese community here.Take care y'all!

fitri penned this at 6:16 PM

Thursday, September 08, 2005

It's enlightening for me to see her in good spirits.
She laughs heartily when she chats with him in MSN.
She carves a sweet smile to herself when she receives a message from him.
She giggles innocently when she speaks about him in her conversations with others.

The thing is...
That particular him isn't me.
I don't know how she responses in those situations above when the word 'him' is replaced by 'me'.
I don't know if she realises that I'm here, watching all these unfold slowly.

When you're happy, you tend not to care about the consequences about your actions.
Neither will you bother what others will think.
The sense of guiltiness suddenly became numb.
You don't feel that it's present.
'cause your endorphins are overpowering all.

You think you can read body language?
But nobody can master the tongue of the heart.
We stood apart, bounded only by trust.
Now i feel that the ties are loosening.
Perhaps I'm just being a tad too immature.
Maybe it's just a simple thing called jealousy.

But trust me,
I need not fill into another guy's shoe to know how he feels.
While I can control my eagerness, I suppose some just don't have the ability to do so.
What looms ahead are dark skies above me.
Now I'm just wondering...

Is it a beautiful sunset you see,
When you lift your head to look out far?
With the beauty of it...
Witnessing with someone special,
Which isn't someone whom I would like to refer as...

me?

fitri penned this at 8:28 PM

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

my friends were so shocked when they see me take the train nowadays. i know i normally take the bus but what's wrong with taking the train? i didn't see a sign that reads or 'No Fitri allowed' or 'All Fitris will be prosecuted'! so what's wrong with taking a train? for the benefit of those who label themselves as 'kaypohs', read this. "I have purchased the train concesssion." okay? first time ever i'm trying out this. all these while i'm always on bus concession.

well, taking the train has it's cons. you know that there are 2 ways that you can go if you're taking the train, at any station right? take for example at Dover MRT Station, we have one going towards Jurong East and the other towards Tampines. i happen to meet Michelle, Wan Tong and Shi Qi at the MRT Station when i was going back. soon, i found myself in a dilemma. To follow Mich towards City Hall or Wan Tong, towards Jurong East?

i failed my 'How To Become A Good Gentleman' module, sadly. i can't please two ladies at one time. and i can't possibly cut myself into two to satisfy them both. (anyway, thanks Shi Qi for laughing and giggling at me all the way till you went your own way to take the bus.) but then, i recalled my lecturer saying this to me. "When in doubt, just follow your heart." and thus, I did! the brilliant me suggested the both of them to go on their own ways first while i take the next train. in that way, they will never know which side i took!

there! problem solved! save your applaud there. you need it for me at other more important occasions. =p but alas, i went with Mich. my sincerest apologies for Wan Tong but Mich magnetic forces was too difficult for me to resist it. no lah, it was not personal decision alright!

things was much worse in the morning. i always dropped at Raffles Place to change trains to go to Dover every morning. but only today did i experience this sucky experience. i couldn't get into the train that was going towards Dover! pardon my language but these fuckingly-irritating CBD-area creatures were occupying too much space in the train! they weren't big physically but they were fuckingly big in their ego! when the train left the station, i can see fucking HUGE spaces in the middle of the carriages! they simply weren't considerate enough to fill up the whole carriage evenly. must fuckingly cramp themselves like troops ,aligned to march out in rows, in front of the doors.

fuck! what's teh meaning of this? and their BUTTS facing towards me some more! i demand respect from these fucking idiotic morons! (actually it's because the door opens on the other side at Tanjong Pagar station.) but still! can move your fucking legs towards the centre of the train or not! waste space only! and because of that i missed the train and was late for Chong Hwa's lesson lah! stupid! who cares how high your office is? who cares how thick your shirt pocket is! who cares if you got a degree in whatever SHIT! you don't even know your fucking morals! your mothers never teach you is it? damn fucked up lah this morning. but i was enlightened when i saw...

... Poh Ying's new friend! she's a 2 metre, stick-thin giant! you should see her waist! damn slim! so much so that no clothes can fit her except this black cloth that comes with a zipper! holey shit! and our dear poh ying uses her for her wushu practices. if you can't picture how my friend Poh Ying looks like, look at this picture here.

okay, it's a guy. but imagine that it's a she instead. if you still can't imagine, forget it. you're hopeless. so how was your impression of her? did your balls shrink? she's one hell of a person mind you. in fact, she don''t need any weapons to fight off anyone. she can just wail, 'wwwwaaaaaAAAAAAAAA!!!!!' and you guys will be scrambling for your balls. as for the girls, Poh Ying doesn't attack girls. that's what my eyes tell me.

but her friend's the complete opposite of her. she's very quiet and sporting. and we used her in class as a limbo pole throughout the day. i can't believe it that i can stoop so low! ooops! what i meant was i can bend my body backwards even at a low height! so were my friends! they were so amazed that their mouth can easily fit a full apple at the point of their amazement. for someone like me who is as thin as Poh Ying's friend and tall as Poh Ying's friend, it is utterly impossible for Mankind to acheive this feat. Crraapp.. what am i blabbering about?

Sitze's said i'm born to be a dancer. WHAT!?!? NOOO!!! i don't wanna be a dancer! then what can Mich be? she can go through the lowest heights even! on top that, she can even do the 'bridge'!

(this is the 'bridge'!)

it is freaking me out now! my class's is full of talented poeple! i really wonder if i'm a good-for-nothing. i am afraid of bridges now. i don't even dare take the overhead bridge. help me. i'm suffering puentephobia. (puente means bridge in Spanish.)

fitri penned this at 8:59 PM