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Sunday, July 30, 2006
Oh how I love these guys.
And how I love YouTube. =D
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Thursday, July 27, 2006
This incident happen last Sunday and apparently it's to show to the nation that well.. newscasters are human and Singaporeans afterall.
Ms Peters just metioned about slangs and whatnots recently and see this newscaster switch from being very Singaporean to a very Britain-ised accent! Wow, I wonder what module I must take to learn that piece of skill. But it sure helps trying to read off the names of MRT stations as a start! Tam-pines, Out-ram Park, Bed-ok...
And did I mention how amazed I am by how fast she regain her composure? Gosh, she made it seem as if nothing happened at all! Or is it she still had not known that there have been a technical glitch?
I pity the Floor Manager on duty. He/she sure will kena hentam by the 'people on top' for screwing up the news programme.
And I just can't imagine myself being on TV, reading off the news. Somehow it tickles my funny bone. =D
Ms Peters just metioned about slangs and whatnots recently and see this newscaster switch from being very Singaporean to a very Britain-ised accent! Wow, I wonder what module I must take to learn that piece of skill. But it sure helps trying to read off the names of MRT stations as a start! Tam-pines, Out-ram Park, Bed-ok...
And did I mention how amazed I am by how fast she regain her composure? Gosh, she made it seem as if nothing happened at all! Or is it she still had not known that there have been a technical glitch?
I pity the Floor Manager on duty. He/she sure will kena hentam by the 'people on top' for screwing up the news programme.
And I just can't imagine myself being on TV, reading off the news. Somehow it tickles my funny bone. =D
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
It's fucking ironic for me to actually see people rant or bitch about someone in their blogs, and make it seem as if nothing happened at all the next day when I see them in school.
Damn I feel fucked up when people ASSUME things. Fuck this shitty word out of my vocabulary can?
IF YOU ARE NOT SURE ABOUT STUFFS, ASK. EVEN THE MUTE WILL TAKE THE TROUBLE TO WRITE TO CLARIFY THINGS. WHAT MORE YOU WHO ARE PERFECT IN NATURE?
I'm fine with the fact that you can't see the positives out of things. But to overlook the fact that we actually respect the situation that you're currently in but yet you can't see it? That's fucking pathetic.
IF YOU HAVE A PAIR OF EYES, MAKE FULL USE OF IT. DON'T COVER ONE SIDE AND SEE LIFE IN A PARTIALLY-BLINDED MANNER.
EVEN THE BLIND WILL TAKE HIS STICK AND FEEL HIS WAY THROUGH LIFE. HE DOESN'T EVEN ASSUME THAT THE HOLE IN THE ROUTE THAT HE TAKES EVERYDAY WILL FOREVER BE THERE.
AND FINALLY, USE YOUR BRAINS TO ANALYZE THINGS, SITUATIONS, ETC. (DO I NEED TO PUT IN MY HANDICAPPED-PEOPLE EXAMPLE HERE?) IF YOU GO WITH FEELINGS, YOU'D END UP NOWHERE.
I totally take my hats off to those handicapped people. They aren't greedy; content with the most basic things in life. They always smile; problems are to be solved not created. They have a heart of gold; comprehending wholly the true essence of life. And you can count on them to be who they really are.
I HATE PEOPLE WHO ASSUME. THEY THINK THEY CAN OVERPOWER HUMAN'S (INCAP)ABILITIES IN READING OTHER PEOPLE'S MIND.
Damn I feel fucked up when people ASSUME things. Fuck this shitty word out of my vocabulary can?
IF YOU ARE NOT SURE ABOUT STUFFS, ASK. EVEN THE MUTE WILL TAKE THE TROUBLE TO WRITE TO CLARIFY THINGS. WHAT MORE YOU WHO ARE PERFECT IN NATURE?
I'm fine with the fact that you can't see the positives out of things. But to overlook the fact that we actually respect the situation that you're currently in but yet you can't see it? That's fucking pathetic.
IF YOU HAVE A PAIR OF EYES, MAKE FULL USE OF IT. DON'T COVER ONE SIDE AND SEE LIFE IN A PARTIALLY-BLINDED MANNER.
EVEN THE BLIND WILL TAKE HIS STICK AND FEEL HIS WAY THROUGH LIFE. HE DOESN'T EVEN ASSUME THAT THE HOLE IN THE ROUTE THAT HE TAKES EVERYDAY WILL FOREVER BE THERE.
AND FINALLY, USE YOUR BRAINS TO ANALYZE THINGS, SITUATIONS, ETC. (DO I NEED TO PUT IN MY HANDICAPPED-PEOPLE EXAMPLE HERE?) IF YOU GO WITH FEELINGS, YOU'D END UP NOWHERE.
I totally take my hats off to those handicapped people. They aren't greedy; content with the most basic things in life. They always smile; problems are to be solved not created. They have a heart of gold; comprehending wholly the true essence of life. And you can count on them to be who they really are.
I HATE PEOPLE WHO ASSUME. THEY THINK THEY CAN OVERPOWER HUMAN'S (INCAP)ABILITIES IN READING OTHER PEOPLE'S MIND.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Why do I see cracks appearing?
It's tiring to shed the old skin and put on a new one everytime I'm in front of different people. I don't know if it's the way reality really works or is it something thrown to us only when we enter tertiary education.
Either way... it's not something good.
I'm just happy that there are people who know the real me. And that I'm more pressurised to be myself rather than not, when in front of them.
It's tiring to shed the old skin and put on a new one everytime I'm in front of different people. I don't know if it's the way reality really works or is it something thrown to us only when we enter tertiary education.
Either way... it's not something good.
I'm just happy that there are people who know the real me. And that I'm more pressurised to be myself rather than not, when in front of them.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Superman by Five for Fighting
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train and
It's not easy to be me
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see
It may sound absurd, but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed, but won't you conceed
Even Heroes have the right to dream but
It's not easy to be me
Up, up and away, away from me
It's all right; You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy, or anything
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
It's not easy to be me
***
My Friday night was wasted by going to my secondary school's musical. It costs $12 and I say I'd rather spend that money, and chip in a little bit of extra cash, to watch 2 Hollywood-directed movies.
Nevermind if the opening act by the Chinese Orchestra was meek and retarded-looking. Nevermind if the script and storyline of the musical was nowhere near Broadway.
Nevermind if the National Library's Drama Centre reminded me of my school's lecturer theatre.
But I do mind the fact that most of the musical consists of dance items by the Modern Dance people.
And I do mind that if you take out the intermission and modern dance items, the ACTUAL musical lasts for around15-20 minutes.
And I do mind, of course, the fact that the school can't even give the us, the alumnis, just 1 pathetic, extra ticket for my dear friend who came down but didn't had the chance to catch the musical. (It's his gain anyway.)
So much things have changed from when I graduated back in 2004. No more teachers of good calibre; either transferred or retired. Discipline came tumbling down and the new generation of mats and minahs and bengs and lians rose like no one gave a damn.
School doesn't seem like school anymore nowadays. Sexy and hot teachers have been employed to teach subjects such as Chemistry and D&T. Maybe it's an act of desperation by the school to attract students to school but I certainly don't mind these kind of moves! (The Chemistry teacher is only 19 years old!!! OMFG!!!) How to concentrate like that in class??? =x
Catching up with Cat, Andrew, Jiahong and Mah ser was awesome. I totally dig Andrew and Cat's 'catfights', no pun intended. Andrew can just 'insult' Cat straight in her face and she would just laugh it off.
Cat: Look Andrew! I'm not that dark anymore okay!
Andrew: But you're still ugly what!
Cat: I know lah! I admit I'm ugly, can?
Andrew: Actually you shouldn't have told me that you've gotten fairer. Now I can see even much more clearly that you're ugly! Eyerr!!!
We even scold 'fuck you' and 'asshole' and 'knns' to each other, all with a friendly banter at heart. Of course we would know when that person meant his words. I guess I have to thank my sec school friends for opening and toughening me up.
Even now, some of my poly friends give me that shock expression when I scold a bad word. "How can you do that!?!? It's so rude!" I can do nothing but to laugh it off with good memories replaying at the back of my mind.
Saturday was another day wasted with an event down at *scape, the land behind Cineleisure. The Superband finalists came down but they all totally suck except one which I don't recall their name. The guys don't even have the looks except for those typical act cute ones! With their talent, or rather lack of it, they try to win their fans hearts with their exceptionally long hair or dance moves. Duhh!!!
Speaking of fans, they nearly made my nose bleed. Their sense of dressing... urgh!!! Plus their shrieking voices which is comparable to a Pontianak's, yikes!!! And their thick layer of make-up, goodness!!! They can easily be the female version of 'The Mask'. Now I understand the meaning of a 'daytime nightmare'.
If you wanna know what a quality performance is, look at this group:
I might sound racist and show favouritism but my opinion came after witnessing the remaining band's performances with my very own eyes. And even my Chinese friends who caught up with Superband said Juz-B was the best! I don't wanna infer why they crashed out though. There's no internet connectivity in the lock-up and I'd die without it.
Singapore Idol finalists gave me a much-needed breather, thank God. Jasmine didn't have many fans maybe 'cause the girls were jealous of her pretty looks. It's so darn obvious 'cause Hady Mirza, Paul Twohill, Jonathan and Joakim had the loudest cheers. (Joakim's birthday was yesterday, by the way.) This guy just couldn't get enough of PINK stuff!!!
Rahimah is darn attractive to me lahh... I don't think she dresses up like those punk-rocker chic when she's out but I think her overall looks can make a person look at her twice. I just hope she's not a typical minah like many others in the streets. It would be such a waste...
DMA occupied my Sunday and it's back to school once more for it's yet another Monday. 2 more weeks before exams. Jia you people!
ps. Friday is still my best day ever for the weekends! I saw chio bu after chio bu. At the musical, at Thai Express, in the train, in the bus... oh how I love my red underwear. =P
Monday, July 17, 2006
Note: This post is written in Malay, despite your mind saying "But it's using alphabets what!!!"
Okey, ini adalah kali pertama aku menulis menggunakan Bahasa Malayu sejak berzaman-zaman dahulu, kali terakhir waktu 'O' levels agaknya. Kononnya, dulu terror ah Melayu. Pakai bahasa berbunga-bunga lah, sempat selitkan peribahsa lah dan banyak lagi perkara-perkara yang sewaktu dengannya. Sampai Cikgu pun expect me to get distinction for Malay. Fuyoooo!!! Stress gila seh!!!
Tapi sekarang, dah karat. Macam besi dimandikan hujankan... (btw, that is not a proper peribahasa) Rasa bersalah seh, dapat gred A1 untuk Bahasa Melayu tapi kalau disuruh tulis satu perenggan pun dah teragak-agak agaknya sekarang. Apa lagi kalau disuruh bertutur (chey di bah... bertutur sehh) dalam conteks bahasa melayu yang betul dari aspek apa-apa pun.
Setakat bahasa pasar boleh ah. Sampai kan bahasa kasar pun dah jadi 'tumpul'. Kata orang 'dah lama dah tak diasah'...
Inilah nasib orang masuk polyteknik kan... tak diajar subjek Bahasa Melayu. Apa lagi masuk dalam kursus media massa dan komunikasi (betul ke ni? Macam direct translation for Media & Comm jer). Bahasa percakapan adalah Bahasa Inggeris, we assume that the working world consists of Engrish-speaking people you know.
Masuk kelas, pusing kanan jer... orang Cina.
Pusing kiri... Cina.
Tengok depan... Cina.
Tengok belakang...Cina eh salah, belakang tembok... Heheheh.
Bukannya ada rasa busuk hati terhadap orang Cina. Cuma nak buktikan jer yang kursus Mass Comm ni ramai budak-budak Cina! Yang Melayu boleh kira ngan jari jer, tak bohong! Itu pun tak cakap Melayu dengan diorang, right Lydia? Right Shahidah? Right (enter name here)?
Sekarang nak pakai Bahasa Melayu untuk cakap ngan budak-budak floorball pun dah janggal. Nak cakap diorang fasih, tak sangat ah. Just that diorang lebih banyak cakap Melayu, jadi lidah diorang dah biasa. Nasib baik ada budak-budak bola. Kat rumah pun boleh tahan lah cakap Melayu.
Even for those who know me well enough, you all may very well know I'm more English-speaking. Jadi, tak terkejut sangat lah kalau ada orang yang tersedak ker, terketawa ker apabila terserampak dengan post ini.
Tapi frankly speaking, Bahasa Melayu dah hancur. Aku boleh menulis dengan ayat yang betul strukturnya, seperti yang ini. But I can also tulis Melayu macam gini, macam bahasa cakap dengan kawan gitu kan... Style aper. Inilah dikatakan rojak Melayu!
Memang benar 'Bahasa menunjukkan bangsa', tetapi ia akan sentiasa diperdebatkan di dalam apa jua peringkat pendidikan pun dan percayalah, ia tidak akan berhenti.
Aku adalah hanya insan biasa, yang senantiasa dibuai bayu kehidupan ini
Kemana ia meniup, ke situlah aku pergi
Akar umbiku terhadap bahasaku tidak setanding lagi
Dengan arus permodenan yang sering bertukar ganti
Ni khas untuk peminat-peminat Siti Nurhaliza, especially orang-orang bujang yang gila-gilakan dia sangat. Dengar lagu nyer! Thanks Faddy for making it known to me! =D
Okey, ini adalah kali pertama aku menulis menggunakan Bahasa Malayu sejak berzaman-zaman dahulu, kali terakhir waktu 'O' levels agaknya. Kononnya, dulu terror ah Melayu. Pakai bahasa berbunga-bunga lah, sempat selitkan peribahsa lah dan banyak lagi perkara-perkara yang sewaktu dengannya. Sampai Cikgu pun expect me to get distinction for Malay. Fuyoooo!!! Stress gila seh!!!
Tapi sekarang, dah karat. Macam besi dimandikan hujankan... (btw, that is not a proper peribahasa) Rasa bersalah seh, dapat gred A1 untuk Bahasa Melayu tapi kalau disuruh tulis satu perenggan pun dah teragak-agak agaknya sekarang. Apa lagi kalau disuruh bertutur (chey di bah... bertutur sehh) dalam conteks bahasa melayu yang betul dari aspek apa-apa pun.
Setakat bahasa pasar boleh ah. Sampai kan bahasa kasar pun dah jadi 'tumpul'. Kata orang 'dah lama dah tak diasah'...
Inilah nasib orang masuk polyteknik kan... tak diajar subjek Bahasa Melayu. Apa lagi masuk dalam kursus media massa dan komunikasi (betul ke ni? Macam direct translation for Media & Comm jer). Bahasa percakapan adalah Bahasa Inggeris, we assume that the working world consists of Engrish-speaking people you know.
Masuk kelas, pusing kanan jer... orang Cina.
Pusing kiri... Cina.
Tengok depan... Cina.
Tengok belakang...
Bukannya ada rasa busuk hati terhadap orang Cina. Cuma nak buktikan jer yang kursus Mass Comm ni ramai budak-budak Cina! Yang Melayu boleh kira ngan jari jer, tak bohong! Itu pun tak cakap Melayu dengan diorang, right Lydia? Right Shahidah? Right (enter name here)?
Sekarang nak pakai Bahasa Melayu untuk cakap ngan budak-budak floorball pun dah janggal. Nak cakap diorang fasih, tak sangat ah. Just that diorang lebih banyak cakap Melayu, jadi lidah diorang dah biasa. Nasib baik ada budak-budak bola. Kat rumah pun boleh tahan lah cakap Melayu.
Even for those who know me well enough, you all may very well know I'm more English-speaking. Jadi, tak terkejut sangat lah kalau ada orang yang tersedak ker, terketawa ker apabila terserampak dengan post ini.
Tapi frankly speaking, Bahasa Melayu dah hancur. Aku boleh menulis dengan ayat yang betul strukturnya, seperti yang ini. But I can also tulis Melayu macam gini, macam bahasa cakap dengan kawan gitu kan... Style aper. Inilah dikatakan rojak Melayu!
Memang benar 'Bahasa menunjukkan bangsa', tetapi ia akan sentiasa diperdebatkan di dalam apa jua peringkat pendidikan pun dan percayalah, ia tidak akan berhenti.
Aku adalah hanya insan biasa, yang senantiasa dibuai bayu kehidupan ini
Kemana ia meniup, ke situlah aku pergi
Akar umbiku terhadap bahasaku tidak setanding lagi
Dengan arus permodenan yang sering bertukar ganti
Ni khas untuk peminat-peminat Siti Nurhaliza, especially orang-orang bujang yang gila-gilakan dia sangat. Dengar lagu nyer! Thanks Faddy for making it known to me! =D
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Just when I thought straining, not one but BOTH my hamstring muscles, was already bad enough, I had to experience aches on both my elbow joints.
It seems as if I've lost my flexibility a bit and I can't sprint even for a short distance. Which is equivalent to no soccer, no floorball. As much as music does make my life go 'round, soccer and floorball do wonders too.
Just when I thought that was already the worst of the worst case scenarios, I had to contend with splitting headaches and unexpected fever due to my wisdom tooth.
Mum told me that it'd take at least 2 weeks to be fully recovered after you extract your wisdom tooth. Seriously, Mum? I have presentations and all these coming weeks. Does it mean I've to content with a swelling mouth when I'm taking my exams then?
I dropped by SP's website out of boredom and for once, it makes me take a second look at it.
Yes you've seen it right- graduation attires.
I don't know if other poly have their own attire for graduates but I happen to see SP's graduation ceremony this year and the graduates were in formal wear. And no, not even in blazers. I suppose Business students will see no hype in wearing formal attires; we would be sick of it by the end of Year 3.
I'm not sure if it makes such a big deal in wearing such university-graduate-like attires (I'm sorry but it's either I ran out synomyms or I really don't know the actual term for it) but it sure beats wearing just business suits! This may be a presentation of your diploma but it really ISN'T your typical presentation right?
This is your graduation, mind you!!! 3 years of slogging just to get that piece of paper which determines your jobs in the future! Shouldn't we get dressed up a notch or something? Or rather don't we deserve to at least stand out from the rest, if not be unique for a day?
What if some guy just walk up to you and asked, "Eh, you got presentation today ah?"
Of course you'll hold your head high and say sheepishly, "No lah, it's my graduation today lah.."
But admit it, at the back of your mind, you'd be cursing and swearing and take his question as an insult.
But then again, graduation isn't such a big deal in Singapore and I don't understand why. Even when it comes to the university level, the very least that the schools would do is to hold a special event for their graduates. Do you know that in America, graduation is like a 1-week kinda shit?
Oh well, as much as I'll miss my friends and lecturers and poly life, I soooooo wanna graduate now.
SP is bias. They purposely have the Business school up a hill and a few hundred metres away from the Dover station. Every morning, we have to climb up the hill just to be physically in school and yet lecturers still scold us for being late. Grrr...
Beat that Engineering students!!! Your school is right in front of the Dover station and better still, you are spared from the agony of that god-damned hill. You should be ashamed of yourself if you're still late for class.
And did I say that SP students had to vote for which grad attire they would like? Go on and have your say people. Get dressed to see your principal, this time not in virtual form but in flesh and skin. =D
I wanna catch Pirates of Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest!!! And no, I'm not drawn into it by all the hype! Despite all the critcs and low ratings, I'll catch it with no expectations. Well, except that I expect Keira Knightly to be some sizzling hot stuff!
I'm not really into these 2 hotties
I'm into the REAL hottie. =p
It seems as if I've lost my flexibility a bit and I can't sprint even for a short distance. Which is equivalent to no soccer, no floorball. As much as music does make my life go 'round, soccer and floorball do wonders too.
Just when I thought that was already the worst of the worst case scenarios, I had to contend with splitting headaches and unexpected fever due to my wisdom tooth.
Mum told me that it'd take at least 2 weeks to be fully recovered after you extract your wisdom tooth. Seriously, Mum? I have presentations and all these coming weeks. Does it mean I've to content with a swelling mouth when I'm taking my exams then?
***
I dropped by SP's website out of boredom and for once, it makes me take a second look at it.
Yes you've seen it right- graduation attires.I don't know if other poly have their own attire for graduates but I happen to see SP's graduation ceremony this year and the graduates were in formal wear. And no, not even in blazers. I suppose Business students will see no hype in wearing formal attires; we would be sick of it by the end of Year 3.
I'm not sure if it makes such a big deal in wearing such university-graduate-like attires (I'm sorry but it's either I ran out synomyms or I really don't know the actual term for it) but it sure beats wearing just business suits! This may be a presentation of your diploma but it really ISN'T your typical presentation right?
This is your graduation, mind you!!! 3 years of slogging just to get that piece of paper which determines your jobs in the future! Shouldn't we get dressed up a notch or something? Or rather don't we deserve to at least stand out from the rest, if not be unique for a day?
What if some guy just walk up to you and asked, "Eh, you got presentation today ah?"
Of course you'll hold your head high and say sheepishly, "No lah, it's my graduation today lah.."
But admit it, at the back of your mind, you'd be cursing and swearing and take his question as an insult.
But then again, graduation isn't such a big deal in Singapore and I don't understand why. Even when it comes to the university level, the very least that the schools would do is to hold a special event for their graduates. Do you know that in America, graduation is like a 1-week kinda shit?
Oh well, as much as I'll miss my friends and lecturers and poly life, I soooooo wanna graduate now.
SP is bias. They purposely have the Business school up a hill and a few hundred metres away from the Dover station. Every morning, we have to climb up the hill just to be physically in school and yet lecturers still scold us for being late. Grrr...
Beat that Engineering students!!! Your school is right in front of the Dover station and better still, you are spared from the agony of that god-damned hill. You should be ashamed of yourself if you're still late for class.
And did I say that SP students had to vote for which grad attire they would like? Go on and have your say people. Get dressed to see your principal, this time not in virtual form but in flesh and skin. =D
***
I wanna catch Pirates of Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest!!! And no, I'm not drawn into it by all the hype! Despite all the critcs and low ratings, I'll catch it with no expectations. Well, except that I expect Keira Knightly to be some sizzling hot stuff!
I'm not really into these 2 hotties
I'm into the REAL hottie. =pTuesday, July 11, 2006
Dear God,
I pray guidance from you, for you to show me the right way in life. And for you to lead me through the path that I'll walk on.
Your humble servant,
Fitri
Sometimes I just don't understand why people can't understand that life really moves on and doesn't remain stagnant. Time doesn't stop for you, what more wait. The clock ticks away and things change in a split second.
The whole world now knows about it, so what now? I was prepared to be ignored, to be shunned by many. But I will not let that hold me down from being who I live to be.
I was naive then - bogged down by a thing called immaturity, driven by that a what-supposed-to-be-thing called 'love'. People revolve around you. I forgot but was reminded. Yet, I blindly held your hand through part of my life. I didn't realise that everything you did was right and even if justice was to be with me, I'd still be deemed wronged.
I was confused by 2 issues: How can the world be blinded by you? And how can I not know that the world was blinded by you?
By the time I realised the harsh truth, it was too late to hit the reverse gear. Now I have to withstand those faces that reads 'Fuck your ass off from me!' across their foreheads. Despite all that I have done, I will never be right. And moreover, you will always be right. At least in their eyes.
So why should I bother?
I know... I shouldn't at all. 'cause time waits for no man. And with that I shall bury my deepest emotions aside, throw all my memories away and yes, move on with life.
Come what may, through the test of time I shall withstand.
I'm starting to trust my gut feeling more and more. From the group stages, I have this feeling that the eventual winner of the World Cup 2006 will be Italy. And look at them now!!!
Forza Italia!
Even the votes swayed Italy's way!
Do you know that Italians have a tradition of stripping down to their underwear everytime they win a big soccer event? That is if their lucky stars are shining on them. If not, they can kiss their clothes goodbye.
The World Cup fever is gone but to tell the truth, I didn't catch it at all in the first place. (Well, I did literally when I had fever during the early World Cup stages.) Looking back at the euphoria, I wasn't impress at this year's one at all. It will be best remembered for all the wrong reasons rather than the right ones.
A record number of 300-odd yellow cards were dished out; the red cards are crying foul for not getting as much exposure as their yellow-faced counterparts. Ugly and unsporting plays (read: diving) also took centrestage, one of which includes Rooney's King-Kong stomp on someone's nuts. Perhaps a nutcracker should come in the brand name of 'Rooney'.
Referees also highlighted their goondoo-ness with the exception of Singapore's Shamsul Maidin. One failed maths I suppose. He didn't know 2 yellows = 1 red. It's soccer's one and only mathematical formula and yet he flung it. Brazil lacked their samba(l) playing and it's to no surrpise that the aunties selling nasi lemak in Singapore are grumbling every single day.
Zidane's headbutt was the icing on the cake. He was gonna retire from international soccer after this World Cup and wanted to leave his mark and boy, he really did. Perhaps he wanna show the world that "botaks are not exactly useless people"- a message conveyed from our boys who are in Tekong now.
Of course the timing didn't help either especially for the latter parts of the World Cup. I didn't even catch the semis and final due to school commitments and my body's sake. World Cup is once every four years? Uh huh.. so what? Do you get a new body after every four years?
I'm so sorry my updates aren't as regular as it was previously. I'm busy with loads of school work at the moment. What you expect with only 4 weeks of school left for this term? Deadlines, projects and assignments of course. CCAs and other outside commitments just adds weight to the whole situation. I like myactionpacked schedule but sometimes I wish I had a little more room to breathe.
But frankly speaking, I'm starting not to like blogging. Is it the lazy bug? Or the dying interest? Or can I blame the lack of time? Or all of them together? I don't know.
Sometimes I just feel like closing my blog down. Should I? I guess I'll just let the outcome of the votes resolve my dilemma.
I pray guidance from you, for you to show me the right way in life. And for you to lead me through the path that I'll walk on.
Your humble servant,
Fitri
Sometimes I just don't understand why people can't understand that life really moves on and doesn't remain stagnant. Time doesn't stop for you, what more wait. The clock ticks away and things change in a split second.
The whole world now knows about it, so what now? I was prepared to be ignored, to be shunned by many. But I will not let that hold me down from being who I live to be.
I was naive then - bogged down by a thing called immaturity, driven by that a what-supposed-to-be-thing called 'love'. People revolve around you. I forgot but was reminded. Yet, I blindly held your hand through part of my life. I didn't realise that everything you did was right and even if justice was to be with me, I'd still be deemed wronged.
I was confused by 2 issues: How can the world be blinded by you? And how can I not know that the world was blinded by you?
By the time I realised the harsh truth, it was too late to hit the reverse gear. Now I have to withstand those faces that reads 'Fuck your ass off from me!' across their foreheads. Despite all that I have done, I will never be right. And moreover, you will always be right. At least in their eyes.
So why should I bother?
I know... I shouldn't at all. 'cause time waits for no man. And with that I shall bury my deepest emotions aside, throw all my memories away and yes, move on with life.
Come what may, through the test of time I shall withstand.
***
I'm starting to trust my gut feeling more and more. From the group stages, I have this feeling that the eventual winner of the World Cup 2006 will be Italy. And look at them now!!!
Forza Italia!
Even the votes swayed Italy's way!Do you know that Italians have a tradition of stripping down to their underwear everytime they win a big soccer event? That is if their lucky stars are shining on them. If not, they can kiss their clothes goodbye.
The World Cup fever is gone but to tell the truth, I didn't catch it at all in the first place. (Well, I did literally when I had fever during the early World Cup stages.) Looking back at the euphoria, I wasn't impress at this year's one at all. It will be best remembered for all the wrong reasons rather than the right ones.
A record number of 300-odd yellow cards were dished out; the red cards are crying foul for not getting as much exposure as their yellow-faced counterparts. Ugly and unsporting plays (read: diving) also took centrestage, one of which includes Rooney's King-Kong stomp on someone's nuts. Perhaps a nutcracker should come in the brand name of 'Rooney'.
Referees also highlighted their goondoo-ness with the exception of Singapore's Shamsul Maidin. One failed maths I suppose. He didn't know 2 yellows = 1 red. It's soccer's one and only mathematical formula and yet he flung it. Brazil lacked their samba(l) playing and it's to no surrpise that the aunties selling nasi lemak in Singapore are grumbling every single day.
Zidane's headbutt was the icing on the cake. He was gonna retire from international soccer after this World Cup and wanted to leave his mark and boy, he really did. Perhaps he wanna show the world that "botaks are not exactly useless people"- a message conveyed from our boys who are in Tekong now.
Of course the timing didn't help either especially for the latter parts of the World Cup. I didn't even catch the semis and final due to school commitments and my body's sake. World Cup is once every four years? Uh huh.. so what? Do you get a new body after every four years?
I'm so sorry my updates aren't as regular as it was previously. I'm busy with loads of school work at the moment. What you expect with only 4 weeks of school left for this term? Deadlines, projects and assignments of course. CCAs and other outside commitments just adds weight to the whole situation. I like my
But frankly speaking, I'm starting not to like blogging. Is it the lazy bug? Or the dying interest? Or can I blame the lack of time? Or all of them together? I don't know.
Sometimes I just feel like closing my blog down. Should I? I guess I'll just let the outcome of the votes resolve my dilemma.
Friday, July 07, 2006
I'm sorry I let you down, Devon...To Devon,
Nah! Evidence that YOUR Ronaldo still shed tears despite you saying that he's all grown up and mature. I hope he won't cry again when Portugal face Germany in the 3rd/4th placing, regardless of whether Portugal win or lose!
Cheers,
Fi3
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Alright for the benefit of those who thinks I'm speaking Greek in my previus 2 entries, here's your enlightenment.
*UCCD = Understanding Cross Cultural Diversity
CDA = Creative Digital Art
I have to take a module (read:subject), out of 4, next semester which is not fixed but rather you have the power to choose which module you would wanna take. They are namely UCCD, CDA and 2 others.
My preference was CDA followed by UCCD and then comes the other 2 modules as my last 2 options. Apparently Iwas deemed as a weakling and wasn't powerful enough to get into CDA and was made to draw lots to see if I got into the module or not. (Actually it's because too many people chose CDA and hence the drawing of lots.)
So last Friday was my 'Mini-Judgement Day' and yes, I managed to get into CDA.
Roger that Faddy? =)
More updates to follow up soon, I gotta go for my training...
Wohoo! I broke my duck and scored my very first goal! And it came from such a nice criss-cross move! I know it took me such a long time but I'm not playing as an attacker in games. Thus, my chances are kinda limited... and my skills? Well, let's just say I've not developed them yet. I know this sounds like a poor excuse, but who cares?
Next week, a friendly with NUS first team aka the Super-fit and godly ones. It'd be nice to get a taste of their balls, I mean their skills on the ball.
Sidetrack (1): When you see a family with a baby in the pram getting into the MRT train, will you give up the seat that you're at to them?
I mean, the baby is resting his bums nicely IN the pram and the people who are gonna sit down is the fit and able parents, who are tired maybe just because of the pushing of the pram around?
It's as good as giving a teenage guy draped in bling bling, Stussy shirt, Levi's jeans and BAPE shoes a seat minus the the sympathetic look of the pram.
I just caught up with my primary school mate who stays near me but we haven't even met for close to 6 years!!! Talk about 'Impossible Is Nothing' here. I miss my primary and secondary school days. If I were to list the moments, I guess I'd be bor-ing all of you to death.
But those are the days... which we have to leave behind and take nothing but memories.
Sidetrack (2): I need to buy a blazer for one of my module's (DMA) presentation leh! And also for the rest of my poly years I guess. Plus my graduation(*prays hard) ...right?G2000 has the best deal- you get a matching pants free and 50% off a shirt. Cheapest deal? $90 if I'm not mistaken.
But my concern is that how I'll look in a really smart outfit. I think it'll just accentuates my smartness and exudes my... well, that isn't really are a concern anymore, is it? =P
*UCCD = Understanding Cross Cultural Diversity
CDA = Creative Digital Art
I have to take a module (read:subject), out of 4, next semester which is not fixed but rather you have the power to choose which module you would wanna take. They are namely UCCD, CDA and 2 others.
My preference was CDA followed by UCCD and then comes the other 2 modules as my last 2 options. Apparently I
So last Friday was my 'Mini-Judgement Day' and yes, I managed to get into CDA.
Roger that Faddy? =)
Wohoo! I broke my duck and scored my very first goal! And it came from such a nice criss-cross move! I know it took me such a long time but I'm not playing as an attacker in games. Thus, my chances are kinda limited... and my skills? Well, let's just say I've not developed them yet. I know this sounds like a poor excuse, but who cares?
Next week, a friendly with NUS first team aka the Super-fit and godly ones. It'd be nice to get a taste of their balls, I mean their skills on the ball.
Sidetrack (1): When you see a family with a baby in the pram getting into the MRT train, will you give up the seat that you're at to them?
I mean, the baby is resting his bums nicely IN the pram and the people who are gonna sit down is the fit and able parents, who are tired maybe just because of the pushing of the pram around?
It's as good as giving a teenage guy draped in bling bling, Stussy shirt, Levi's jeans and BAPE shoes a seat minus the the sympathetic look of the pram.
I just caught up with my primary school mate who stays near me but we haven't even met for close to 6 years!!! Talk about 'Impossible Is Nothing' here. I miss my primary and secondary school days. If I were to list the moments, I guess I'd be bor-ing all of you to death.
But those are the days... which we have to leave behind and take nothing but memories.
Sidetrack (2): I need to buy a blazer for one of my module's (DMA) presentation leh! And also for the rest of my poly years I guess. Plus my graduation(*prays hard) ...right?G2000 has the best deal- you get a matching pants free and 50% off a shirt. Cheapest deal? $90 if I'm not mistaken.
But my concern is that how I'll look in a really smart outfit. I think it'll just accentuates my smartness and exudes my... well, that isn't really are a concern anymore, is it? =P