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!!!


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 actionpacked 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.