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Friday, June 30, 2006

Today was the day my fate decides what free elective module I'd take next semester - UCCD or CDA. I would have personally wanted CDA but as I've said UCCD is fine with me except that I'd have to go through the class with an itch in my heart everytime.

I don't know why I wasn't enthusiastic at all about it - perhaps it's the nerves. 5 minutes before I'm supposed to go down to DMS, I can still read The New Paper. I was hoping to locate some fotune-teller in the Classified section but apparently, there isn't any. Only when it's 1 minute before the clock strike 12 (whoa, like Cinderella ah!) did I then drag my legs slowly down the stairs and into the DMS.

Whoa! I was greeted with so many anxious faces, both those who were involved and those who were kaypohs not. Min and Devon were already shitting in their pants, not literally, but I can see that in their faces. Ms Nga made things worse by delaying the drawing lots with her 'consoling speech' but I know she meant it well lah. =)

Before I knew it, 15 crumpled pieces of paper were thrown onto the table. Stress sia! If I happen to take an blank one, I'd be in CDA. Else, I'd go to UCCD. Initially, I wanted to be the last to take but somehow my hand moved, and with a little bit of thinking, picked one.

Those enthusiastic ones who picked first was already hip-hip-hooray-ing and announcing that they'll be in CDA and all. Shessh, luck of the draw. I uncrumpled the paper in my hand and took a glance before squashing it back into my hands.

Min wasn't jumping with joy but I can see the smile that she cuts across her face. Devon immediately teared and *snap* I knew what their outcome was. I understood how she was feeling and did all I can to console her but she just couldn't control her tears... She die die wanted CDA.

Then Kamesh (is that how her name is spelt?) approached Ms Nga and wanted to withdraw her place from CDA in exchange for a UCCD one. Not out of sympathy for Devon but out of her own will. WAAAHH!!! I know lah when God closes a door, He will open a window for you but not THAT fast right? Kamesh was like an angel in disguise...

In a split second, Devon had her smile back on her face. She hugged Kamesh, she hugged Min, she hugged me, she hugged Elf, we all had a group hug... in short, she gave everyone she knows there a big fat hug. Ooops, the irony.

Now Devon and Min will be in CDA. And they live happily ever after.

I'm just so happy that everyone that I know, is happy.





Who me? Well, I gotta be thankful for the Superman outfit that I wore inside my clothes. I didn't manage to get the whole outfit done but at least the red underwear is in place. =p


ps: I thought when the American-born Chinese girl at the Mediterranean stall left, I wouldn't go and buy the food there anymore. But today, there was another girl there. Waahhh, one eye-candy after another. I think I'm gonna get a tooth decay very soon.

fitri penned this at 9:24 PM

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Gosh the school reopening was havoc. Waking up was a drag, really. But still I managed to wake up at the first ring of my alarm, and despite the numerous snoozes, I still managed to get all set to go by 7am.

WOW. If that was at anytime during the last 3 weeks, I'd be in my lala-land dreaming of... nevermind, let's spare the details.

Then I was introduced to a new software called 'Director MX' in DMA class, which is pretty much similar to Macromedia Flash. Timeline, keyframes... whoa! It really reminded me of WP last semester and it really wasn't a good experience at all. All the hard work, staying in school till 9PM just to complete a project can be described in 1 word, 'URGH'. Wait, is that even a word?

Some of the seniors works are pretty impressive. Our client this time is what, the Arts House? Yeah but if our seniors can make IRAS's interactive CD-ROM such a beauty, I'm sure we can do a masterpiece for the Arts House too, no pun intended there.

Client meeting is scheduled for tomorrow but before we touch on to tomorrow, let's not forget today. Today was a disaster. More like a catastrophe actually. Alright I am exagerrating but I'm trying my best to get my point across. I hate today and how I wish today didn't exist. Today oh today...

Today (there really isn't a substitute for it) Ms Nga made a trip down to the lecture theatre that pretty much lead to the catastrophe actually. Little did we, or rather I, know that in her hands were our fate on which free elective module the DMC cohort would take on next semester. Ms Kwa did mention she'd come in but only to touch on the free elective modules. Little did I expect it would be the announcement of the allocation of classes for the free elective modules.

So much for touching on the topic. If that wasn't deemed enough of a surprise, this year had 2 TVSM classes instead of the traditional or much-hyped 1 class only.

Talk about being over-hyped. But wait! There's more! CDA only has 1 class! But sorry, that wasn't the surprise. Ms Nga then announced that there's a lack of students in the UCCD class and too many for CDA's. Thus by follwing the Logic Rule Section 2.1.6, a few from the CDA's class had to be transferred to the UCCD's one. A few from a whole list of people from all the 5 classes.

"And the follwing students, please see me at the DMS this Friday at 12 o'clock," said Ms Nga in her calm tone as she flashed the list of students on the OHP. Like magic, the names appeared on the screen. And how I wish Ms Nga could magically erase my name off the list too.

In a split second, I found myself lighting up a different flame inside me despite my wacky self on the outside. Afterall, I had put TVSM as the last choice knowing that it'd be 'hot' and UCCD as second choice as a buffer.

But somehow, those who chose CDA as their first choice, TVSM as the second choice got into CDA but those who chose CDA as their first, UCCD as second gotta go for the drawing of lots.

In the first place, who advised us to put TVSM as first or last choice based on the fact that you either get TVSM or you don't? Hmm... is this some kind of conspiracy? I've identified the main suspects: Ms Kwa and Ms Nga.

Hahaha! No lah, I don't blame them. Perhaps it's just my luck lah. What can I do right? Just wait for Friday and let fate decides. If I get into UCCD, then I'll be happy. It's just that if I get into CDA, I'd be happier. The 'y' will become 'ier'. That's all.

I guess everyone on that list die-die want to be in CDA too. Speaking of which I've already prepared a checklist on my lucky charms to be worn this Friday.

  • Remember to wear my lucky shirt. Check.
  • Remember to wear the right side of my socks before left. Check.
  • Remember not to bathe the day before. Check.
  • Remember to donate money to the old beggar at the MRT station. Check.

But eh...




MUM!!! WHY YOU WASH MY RED UNDERWEAR!!!




Nah, just kidding. =D

fitri penned this at 8:29 PM

Saturday, June 24, 2006

One thing I don't like about Singaporeans as a whole is that we have this tendency to hold back what we have in mind. In short, we just don't speak up.

But wait, let's go deeper into the issue. We don't speak up because when we say the supposedly wrong thing (supposed because there is no such thing as a wrong opinion in the first place), we are putting ourselves into the danger of being bitched, bad-mouthed and what-have-you.

Yes danger. Because relationships of any kind may be strained should we say the wrong thing, or rather the other party misinterpretes what we trying to bring across. This has been proven and yes it's because people make an ass out of you and me that this kinda shit happens.

In order to avoid this kind of complications, people always take the easy way out and say the politically correct answer. Whenever they anticipate a controversial topic coming in their way, they will say 'No comment'.

They just don't wanna make things worse you see. Aww.. how angelic and heroic their action is. So much so that it's worthy of a Nobel Prize.

But it doesn't just stop there. The person who brought up the controversial topic, the very same one who is left clueless in no man's land because of the prompt 'No comment' answer, is subjected to countless bitching behind the back for putting forth such a debatable stand. By who? None other than the Nobel prize winner of course.

It a vicious circle and made worse by the majority of the people who aren't willing to stand be and be counted. Instead, they just follow suit and nodded their heads in unison with those who are much more vocal than others even when they know that they are in the wrong.

YES, EVEN WHEN THEY ARE IN THE WRONG.


Why can't you just go up to the person and reason out with him/her instead of giving that I-hate-you kinda look everytime your eyes meet each other? Everyone has their own reasons for doing something. The reasons behind what they do is very subjective. Ego, emotions, circumstances, etc. You can't be narrow-minded and worse of all make an ass out of you and me!

You talk of being outspoken and all so that you can have the competitive edge when you go out to the working world. And that we Asians are lagging behind our European and American conterparts in terms of being spontaneous and the ability to speak up.

But the truth is far worse than it really is. It takes courage for someone to speak up. What more when they know that they may not be an everyone's-best-friend material should they go against the majority. And this affects their social life, when group work is concerned, etc.

You become a public enemy no. 1 just because you wanna have an edge over a typical Singaporean when you get out to work? That I have to take off my hat to you, mate.

It's a collective action and takes much cooperation for someone to just learn how to speak up. True, you have to initiate it yourself. But at the end of the day, you are still made of flesh and blood. You are human afterall. Egos get broken, self-esteem plummets down, confidence crashes.

It's discouraging. But that doesn't mean it's not worth the try.

And in the light of speaking up, don't make an ass out of you and me. Clarify, get the truth from the person's mouth his/herself. Why confine yourself to getting third party information which may not be true at all in the first place?

And should you not already notice, that's one of my mottos in life: Don't assume.

fitri penned this at 12:11 AM

Thursday, June 22, 2006

I've been tagged by ervina and here goes:

5 snacks i gorge myself with:

  • Honey milktea (I know it's not a snack but it's not a meal either right? And does snacks need to be food only?)
  • Chipsmore white chocolate cookies
  • Mars bars
  • M&M chocolates
  • French fries

5 songs i sing and tear people ears apart:

  • Like We Never Loved At All (Faith Hill & Tim McGraw)
  • If Tomorrow Never Comes (Ronan Keating)
  • Ada Apa Denganmu (Peter Pan)
  • Poetically Pathetic (Amber Pacific)
  • Tong Hua (Guang Liang)

5 things i will do with a million bucks:

  • Buy my 'Mr. Happy' shoes and sweatshirt from Adicolor...
  • ...and many other stuffs from the 'Limited Edition' shop, TOPSHOP, ZARA
  • Travel around the world in a plane
  • Pay a visit to Old Trafford, Manchester United's stadium (and possibly scratch every Chelsea players' cars along the way)
  • Fuilfil the materialistic needs of my loved ones
(Everyone knows the politically correct answer... right?)

5 places i seek refuge:

  • Marina Square
  • Plaza SIngapura
  • Esplanade area (the bridge, the Padang, the Merlion, the amphitheatre)
  • My room
  • Under the her smellycomforting arms

5 things i will never wear:

  • High heels (they are the no.1 killer in Singapore, just that it's not well-publicised)
  • Thick makeup
  • Skirts (mini, knee-length, full, whatever)
  • Earrings/ear studs
  • Thongs (*hinthint) =P

5 bad habits:

  • Procrastinating
  • Keeping my anger to myself (is that considered a good thing too? hmmm...)
  • Not being confident of my own abilities at times
  • Lying that I don't tell lies to tell lies
  • Biting my lips

5 joys:

  • To go shopping on weekdays, where there's no crowd to hustle and justle around
  • Let time pass on its own while admiring beautiful sceneries
  • Shop for the things that you really, really want for a long time (whoa the feeling is just shiok ah!)
  • To make someone smile
  • Knowing that she'll be with me for yet another passing day

5 items i am handicapped without:

  • My trusty 7260
  • My pc
  • My MuVo Chameleon (mp3 lah, not my pet...)
  • My friends and family
  • and seriously, her

5 fictional characters i will date:

  • Cinderella (let's try for a die-die feminine and lady-like type)
  • Jean from X-Men (would it be nice if she knows what I'm thinking? Then we'll go straight to the point without much talking. Heheh.)
  • Chun-Li (flexible, athletic and she just have this other side of her when she's not into her fighting mode. Oooo... Hmm...)
  • Kathleen de Leon from Hi-5 (I know she's not fictional but heck! She's hot and she's the reason I watch Hi-5. ;P)
  • Rinoa from Final Fantasy VIII (she's one fictional charcter I'd die for)

5 GORGEOUS people I will tag and make them do this:

If you think you're gorgeous, you do this okay?

(apparently the one who tagged me had those sentiments for me. Since I've set the lowstandard, you guys can be assured that you are certified, confirm plus chop that you are gorgeous. =D)

fitri penned this at 8:35 PM

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

They say opposites attract.

Boy (has to) meet(s) girl. That explains the theory of attraction, at least not in scientific terms.

But what happens after that may not justify the theory at all. On surface it may seem as if you two are two worlds apart-he may be a nerd, she may be a prom queen.

But that aside, as you get to know each other better, you discover that the both of you share many similarities. Be it your favourite colour or even your horoscope. From opinions about trivial matters to views on the issues that affects each other significantly.

Upon hearing her family background, you say "Hey, we both go through difficulties after all! It's just the degree of the impact that it have on us". At the end of the day, we are both winners in our own ways.

When you share philosophies of life, you begin to realise that she is not all money and no sense of direction in life. Then she started to know that you do have other sides of you that is of little knowledge to the public.

With little realisation, you diffuse into each others' worlds. Taking each others' lines, sharing each others' moments of wonky-ness and bearing with each others' spurts of (in)sanity. Your life begins to make sense; now I know why I have to wake up every other morning.

It's because of her.

Every moment spent together cannot be replaced or substituted with anything. Even the most priceless thing on Earth, you name it yourself. Everytime you part, you feel a loss in you. What more when you know that your other other half is not physically on the grounds where your feet is stepping on. You feel ripped off and desperately want to be reattached.

When you look up to the sky, you hope that she's looking at the very same star that you are looking upon.
When you sleep, you wish that she's sharing the same dream with you.
And when you are caught up at work, you pray that she is thinking of you. Just like how you are thinking of her.

Then comes the reunification of two separated souls. The hugs seem nicer this time round. The glare of the eyes seem to carry much more meaning to you. But you know that she hasn't changed a bit. It's just that you have been missing her for long, way too long...

They say opposites attract.

I really do agree on that, until the physical aspect that is. What happens after that is all up to you to build your very own path.

'cause sometimes, you can defy logic. That being similar to each other doesn't mean you repel.



Trust me. I did go against logic, successfully. =)

fitri penned this at 11:51 PM

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Republic Polytechnic, for all the criticism that they got for being the 'baby' of all polytechnics, really deserves some credit at least architecture-wise.

I was there for Poly Forum 2006, which I have no idea whatsoever why I'm so keen to participate in this year, the whole of yesterday and today. Trust me, being a baby has its advantages. You are new, fresh and basically.... a virgin. So you become the darling of architects who are ever so willing to take up the challenge of designing the best polytechnic ever.

A point to be pondered upon for my fellow SP friends- Do you feel like you're feeling cramped within the campus? It's like buildings everywhere (and yes they are still trying to maximise the space available by yet building another CLS block) and you feel as if you're in a concrete jungle within a concrete jungle.

Look no further than FC3 if you aren't convinced. OMG. It's like every architect's nightmare, whatmore it being a student's dream food haven. FAT HOPE. Low ceilings, minimal ventilation and natural lighting-if you wanna experience how it's like being in a can of sardines, go to FC3 during lunch hours.

But in RP? Hell no you can't find this kind of situation. There's an abundance of open space everywhere! And i mean EVERYWHERE! Like my friend say, "If you are stressed, you can just come out of your classroom and look at the scenery."

Yes, that's RP for you man.

And the food court, albeit it being the only functional one thus far, has this big pool beside it that gives you this calming feeling when you chatter with your friends while you tuck into your meal. Gosh... and I haven't mention that the natural breeze there is magnificent right? But of course all these is after taking out the havoc that students would make.

The classroom is really damn conducive. Five students sitting around a table, all within close proximity with each other. You can really see everyone in class, if not from your seat, from your swivel chair. Unlike SP, where it's still row by row kinda shit. So typical of a classroom!

And if had not known yet, RP adopts a Problem-based Learning methodology. Well whatever it is, I got to know that they also have NO EXAMS AT ALL!!! But through this method, my groupmate from RP says, it exposes them more to the working world 'cause there's much more backstabbing occuring. People can just slack and yet get the credit 'cause of their other group members' work and effort. Urgh freeloaders...

But one thing about RP is that it really is a virgin, literally. Its walls are white, doors are white, everything is almost white in colour! So much so that I couldn't differentiate between a door and a wall. (Sheesh, I nearly peed in my jeans. I took a lil bit longer to find the gents 'cause of the camouflaging doors.)

That RP groupmate of mine also complained about feeling very stressed inside the classroom after a while cause of the white walls and ceiling. After experiencing it myself, I guess she's not wrong at all!

RP is big can? SP is not big, it is L.O.N.G. 3 bus-stops long if you are not a word-kinda person. And because of that I rarely go to FC1, supposedly SP's only open-air food court, which is like at the other end of the poly. And what scenery do we have? Well, if you consider SB girls as scenery then I wouldn't complain at all, right? =)

The best thing about RP? It doesn't give you the feeling that you are not in school. There's no gates surrounding the compound, mind you. I don't know about security reasons and I don't wanna know. Contrary to Poly Forum's of raising awareness among youths about the current issues, I prefer to remain ignorant about it here.

Well, Poly Forum was held in Malaysia last year. This year it'll be at Downtown East. Call it pathetic but I guess it's the experience that counts. Already I have an Indian guy in my group that cracks racist jokes, ironically most of which concerns of his own race. Good golly gosh!

And my group's facilitator, Tigor, has this theory that the jail is like an institution 'cause he has friends who go in there as drug addicts, only for them to come out and be drug traffickers and suppliers. Why? 'cause they mix around with even more drug offenders while serving their jail term and thus create more contacts!

At the end of their 3 year term, something like fulfilling a polytechnic education, they will go out to the real world and armed with their added knowledge, something like a diploma, they then go on and create even more havoc!

And in they go into the 'institution' once more and who knows after 5 years, they will finally obtain a 'degree'? *shurgs shoulders* =p

fitri penned this at 8:12 PM

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

I'm currently down with a fever, call it the World Cup fever if you would. And for all the talking and trashing of how good it is to be sick so that you can stay at home? I think it's all CRAP.

You lie on the bed, trying to get your body to rest, unable to go out, socialise, breathe some fresh air other than your own rooms', missing out on stuffs that you would have done if you were not sick. ARGH!!! I'm so pissed at my own body for breaking down now! But then again, I'm the cause of my own body's downfall. So I guess I have no one else but myself to blame.

I was at the polyclinic just now and after numerous visits, it is only now that I realise one thing which I cannot make sense of.

When you go to visit a doctor at a polyclinic, you go through 3 stages-the pre-registration, the consultation and the medicine prescription. I went there today, a Wednesday mind you, and I was so happy there weren't many people of my species, as in sick people.

And yet the whole thing took 2 hours at least before I can feel the natural air hitting my face rather than the air-con.

I said 'yet' because I have visited the polyclinic on a Saturday, by which there were many more people of my species and logically speaking the whole procedure should take a longer time to be completed.

You think so? No, it took 2 hours too.

So what can I conclude here? That going on a weekday is no better than going on a weekend? That the staff is better motivated on weekends rather than on a weekday? Shessh...

I came well prepared, thanks to my previous experiences when I nearly went senile looking at walls and sick people for nearly 2 hours. So I brought along today's copy of The Straits Times in my bid to kill some time.











Perhaps I should consider bringing the previous 3 days' ones the next time I pay the polyclinic a visit.

fitri penned this at 8:05 PM

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

The Singapore Idol (SI) fever is back this year and frankly speaking it didn't even manage to ruffle my leg hair even a little bit. (Oops, I just took Edwin's line. Or is it Jiahong's one.) But tonight, I decided to make an attempt to at least give my support to the local talents, or rather lack of them.

By the looks of it, especially the guys' show last week, SI seemed pretty promising this time round. And I thought the first 2 guys who were the through to the next round, namely Jonathan Leong and Paul Twohill, were pretty good vocally.

I mean, c'mon lah.. we are so used to hearing the Singaporean slang. Obviously when someone comes out singing in a sort of ang moh-voice, those pretty clean and slurry type with no jarred dictions breaking up the songs, THEY WILL OBVIOUSLY STAND OUT FROM THE REST.

I've got to admit Paul is different. But hot? Sexy? And whatever else it is that our local girls have to say about him? I beg to differ. He's just different in his own ways, perhaps his boldness and that sense of attitude gave him the edge.

Paul Twohill-not the typical Paul that have in my mind

Want to see some really hot stuff? Google these terms: 'Chad Michael Murray', 'Brad Pitt' and 'Fitri'. Can't compare locals with ang mohs? Well who says Paul isn't an ang moh anyway? But then again, different people have different opinions. So I gotta respect that.

Alright, 'nuff about the guys. Let's talk about what guys talk best on other than balls, balls and balls. As in the soccer ball, the mouse ball, and THAT ball.

The girls were kinda disappointing but bear in mind that that's coming out from someone who is watching SI for the first time this season. But there are some who caught my eyes and my heart.

I think Rahimah Rahim rocks 'cause she has her own style which complements her overall look. She is very much like Pink or Gwen Stefani or Amy Lee or Avril Lavigne or you get the point...

If Paul Twohill was to be a girl, I guess his name would be Rahimah Rahim.

Ironically the Rahimah Rahim that was, or rather is, still ever so popular to date is a veteran Malay singer who carries melodic tunes in a very traditional way. That's how she climbed her way to superstardom. Perhaps this new Rahimah Rahim in SI is meant to entertain the crowd NOW and she's still young lah! 16 only for heaven's sake!

She's like a local version of Avril Lavigne. And I think Avril Lavigne is hot!

Then there's Gayle Nerva who oozes this what aura or 'air around her'. No, it's not oxygen. She screwed up in the beginning and I thought she's gonna run to the backstage crying "MUUMMMMYY!!!". But hey no! She stood there, regained her composure and went on to end the show with a bang.

One word for this 17-year-old beauty, 'WOW'. I really admire her courage and maturity. (Haha! Don't remind me about maturity.)

Trust me, she looks better on camera. Perhaps she's cameragenic, really.

And behold, my eye-candy of the season... Jasmine Tye! If there's a reason for me to watch SI week in and week out, it has to be her. Okay, that sounds very cheesy. And for all the manipulation of votes and making dollars and cents (it should really be sense), the SI management really have to keep her in the competition so that the number of SMS-es will increase triple-fold.

If you break down the demographics, most of the voters for Jasmine will be of those who comes from Mars. And if you break down even further, most of the 'Martians' will be those NS men who want to catch a glimpse of her before going back to see those of their own kinds again. Or Ah Peks. Do they even know know what's SI in the first place? Not die hor...
She's saggi... I mean she's a Sagittarius. Can I make a conclusion here? Nah... I've got my own theories.

Sorry lah for the 'biased' entry. I really didn't catch last week's one. Perhaps I should catch SI on alternate weeks till both sexes merge in one show.

But then again, guys being guys will always be guys. =D

fitri penned this at 9:26 PM

Monday, June 05, 2006

Sometimes it makes me wonder how age can defy one's level of maturity. Maybe an 18-year-old acting like a 6-year-old kid is way too much of a comparison to be made. But what about a 20-year-old acting like a 15-year-old?

No discrimination to all 15-year-olds, I'm just making a sincere comparison here. The logic is the older you are, the more mature you will be. And the younger ones are always deemed as immature as compared to the seniors.

Well that's not necessary the truth especially in my case. As in not ME, but what I had experienced.

I had this conversation over MSN with this friend of mine who unfortunately, had her identity 'stolen' from a particular bastard. Let's call my innocent friend, 'Friend A'. It went on like this...


Friend A says:
eh how long were u with her before things ended ah?
fitree says:
why do u nid to know anyway?
Friend A says:
cos she wun tell..
fitree says:
uh huh.. but my concern is.. why do YOU need to know?
Friend A says:
cso we're her frens and we're tryin to figure out why she's acting this way..
fitree says:
why she's acting tt way=how long i was with her
fitree says:
doesnt make any real sense does it?
Friend A says:
if u were with her a few mths or mayb a year she wun act this way..
Friend A says:
i've seen her before bein sad after a relationship
Friend A says:
but not until like this bad..
fitree says:
pardon me but u've seen her being sad after a relationship b4?
Friend A says:
once..
fitree says:
when?
Friend A says:
a few years ago..
Friend A says:
before she met u
fitree says:
so des neh..
Friend A says:
yesh
Friend A says:
i havent heard anythin abt u..
Friend A says:
as in complains all those from her before..
Friend A says:
she usually complains a lot abt her previous ex-es
fitree says:
do i smell some inference here?
Friend A says:
hmmmss..
Friend A says:
anyway,current whr u schoolin??
fitree says:
dude.. i dun know whether u r lying or nt but hell yeah, only god knows tt for me.. and tt's it man..
Friend A says::
fine ah..
Friend A says:
well..
Friend A says:
eh..
Friend A says:
do u noe dat she is a fragile gerl??
Friend A says:
do u noe dat of her??
Friend A says:
tell us
fitree says:
look, i hate ppl masking themselves..
Friend A says:
ok fine..
Friend A says:
masking ah..
Friend A says:
seems like u're reali someone who's not worth wastin her time on..
fitree says:
well if u wanna make an ass out of u and me.. go ahead
Friend A says:
good..
Friend A says:
fer a gerl who devotes herself so much fer her guy this is what she gets..
Friend A says:
u're lucky i gotta end here cos she wanna use..


Well, my friend was there physically. It's just that one of her friends used her account and started to chat with me. Or rather shoot at me. Without my friend knowing it.

So J, now you know what that certain Shak and me were talking about?

Call me immature in putting this conversation up but hell yeah, I need an avenue to vent out all my frustration. To actually talk bad about somebody without even knowing that person personally. And to actually use someone else's identity and not your own to gun others down. How much more immature can these people be?

And oh, I just send my 'regards' to that particular Shak. In the form of my third finger that is.

fitri penned this at 12:26 AM

Friday, June 02, 2006

When you say you love somebody
it means you wanna spend the rest of your life with that significant other

Don't say it
just because you have to say it
just because you wanna say it
just because you gotta please
or loosen things up with that special someone
cause love will mean nothing then

Love is not as easy as it seems to be
if it comes out of your mouth
just like any other words
then you have gotten it all wrong
cause love is intricate

they say sorry seems to be the hardest word
now I beg to differ
cause saying 'I love you'
now holds a special meaning to my heart



For the first time yesterday after a long hiatus, tears welled up my eyes, rolled down my cheeks and wet my lips.

Initially, I thought it was that of sadness and sorrow. But as I looked ahead at what life has for me, I began to understand the true meaning of those tears.

It took quite a while for reality to be kicked into me. I didn't expect it all; it was all too sudden. But the explanation was justifiable and more importantly, sensible. Only then did I accept things as it is now.

It was a painful lesson yet an effective one. I was taught the hard way but it it is through this that I learn so much. Things that I thought I knew so much of before, all of a sudden became a whole new chapter in my life.

And for that, I should be grateful to you.




1st June


Thanks to all
who have shared my joy in remembering the day I first see this world

For all the gifts that made my day
regardless of its size,
from a minimal-butt-supporting red thong
to a TOPMAN top

The birthday card,
signed by a certain 'Suzanne Jung'
and the birthday song

For you to be there
to share my happy moments of the day

the sunset by the bay
fondue at Haagen-Daz
the smarties-sprinkled brownies
and a 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' at midnight

Thank you so much
=)

fitri penned this at 8:42 PM