<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291</id><updated>2011-12-14T11:55:04.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>None of us are virgins, life has screwed us all</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-2182510617685036596</id><published>2007-09-20T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:43:43.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/2182510617685036596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=2182510617685036596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/2182510617685036596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/2182510617685036596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115505753077865603</id><published>2006-08-09T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T10:58:18.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey people, I've moved to fitree.wordpress.com be sure to update your links! =D </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115505753077865603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115505753077865603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115505753077865603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115505753077865603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-people-ive-moved-to-fitree.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115462165430987991</id><published>2006-08-03T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:16:36.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is the last day of school! Should I hip-hip-hooray or not? There will be no more 8 am classes, thank goodness! I'm so so so sorry my dear lecturers, I'm just not a morning person. I can back it up my saying that I prefer sunset rather than sunrise... no?But I'm not too overjoyed with that though. There's still DMA and FW that has to be submitted on Monday! 2 major stuffs cramping my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115462165430987991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115462165430987991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115462165430987991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115462165430987991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/08/tomorrow-is-last-day-of-school-should.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115426857899573474</id><published>2006-07-30T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:09:44.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh how I love these guys.And how I love YouTube. =D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115426857899573474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115426857899573474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115426857899573474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115426857899573474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-how-i-love-these-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115401651012668355</id><published>2006-07-27T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:09:33.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115401651012668355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115401651012668355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115401651012668355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115401651012668355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-incident-happen-last-sunday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115393129144202724</id><published>2006-07-26T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:31:11.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115393129144202724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115393129144202724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115393129144202724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115393129144202724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-fucking-ironic-for-me-to-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115382737349613018</id><published>2006-07-25T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T19:44:05.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115382737349613018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115382737349613018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115382737349613018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115382737349613018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-do-i-see-cracks-appearing-its.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115366875523877103</id><published>2006-07-23T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:37:31.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Superman by Five for FightingI can't stand to flyI'm not that naiveI'm just out to findThe better part of meI'm more than a bird, I'm more than a planeMore than some pretty face beside a train andIt's not easy to be meWish that I could cryFall upon my kneesFind a way to lieAbout a home I'll never seeIt may sound absurd, but don't be naiveEven Heroes have the right to bleedI may be disturbed, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115366875523877103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115366875523877103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115366875523877103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115366875523877103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/07/superman-by-five-for-fighting-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115314754700047313</id><published>2006-07-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:45:56.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115314754700047313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115314754700047313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115314754700047313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115314754700047313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/07/note-this-post-is-written-in-malay.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115303183934844748</id><published>2006-07-16T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:36:09.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115303183934844748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115303183934844748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115303183934844748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115303183934844748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-when-i-thought-straining-not-one.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115262495944060882</id><published>2006-07-11T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:38:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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,FitriSometimes 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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115262495944060882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115262495944060882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115262495944060882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115262495944060882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-god-i-pray-guidance-from-you-for.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115220749388505105</id><published>2006-07-07T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T01:41:46.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115220749388505105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115220749388505105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115220749388505105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115220749388505105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-sorry-i-let-you-down-devon.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115181559102685773</id><published>2006-07-02T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:22:35.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 DiversityCDA = Creative Digital ArtI 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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115181559102685773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115181559102685773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115181559102685773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115181559102685773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/07/alright-for-benefit-of-those-who.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115167787970239257</id><published>2006-06-30T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T22:31:19.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115167787970239257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115167787970239257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115167787970239257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115167787970239257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-was-day-my-fate-decides-what.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115141487624244451</id><published>2006-06-27T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:30:52.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115141487624244451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115141487624244451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115141487624244451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115141487624244451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/06/gosh-school-reopening-was-havoc.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115108228761461961</id><published>2006-06-24T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:08:09.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115108228761461961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115108228761461961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115108228761461961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115108228761461961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-thing-i-dont-like-about.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115098444690294749</id><published>2006-06-22T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:54:07.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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&amp;M chocolates   French fries  5 songs i sing and tear people ears apart:    Like We Never Loved At All (Faith Hill &amp; Tim McGraw)   If Tomorrow Never Comes (Ronan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115098444690294749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115098444690294749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115098444690294749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115098444690294749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-been-tagged-by-ervina-and-here.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115082178244145285</id><published>2006-06-20T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:46:53.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115082178244145285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115082178244145285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115082178244145285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115082178244145285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/06/they-say-opposites-attract.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115063880538481920</id><published>2006-06-18T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:55:17.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115063880538481920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115063880538481920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115063880538481920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115063880538481920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/06/republic-polytechnic-for-all-criticism.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-115028755433816048</id><published>2006-06-14T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T20:25:47.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/115028755433816048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=115028755433816048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115028755433816048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/115028755433816048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-currently-down-with-fever-call-it.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114968684946467853</id><published>2006-06-07T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T23:37:02.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114968684946467853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114968684946467853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114968684946467853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114968684946467853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/06/singapore-idol-si-fever-is-back-this_07.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114944059840335333</id><published>2006-06-05T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T09:03:17.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114944059840335333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114944059840335333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114944059840335333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114944059840335333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/06/sometimes-it-makes-me-wonder-how-age.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114925328121607639</id><published>2006-06-02T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T14:15:17.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you say you love somebodyit means you wanna spend the rest of your life with that significant otherDon't say itjust because you have to say itjust because you wanna say itjust because you gotta pleaseor loosen things up with that special someonecause love will mean nothing thenLove is not as easy as it seems to beif it comes out of your mouthjust like any other wordsthen you have gotten it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114925328121607639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114925328121607639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114925328121607639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114925328121607639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-you-say-you-love-somebody-it.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114899809249575262</id><published>2006-05-30T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:14:21.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to some successful joint partnership with 'Pollhost', the votes of the previous poll has been carefully counted and handled with care. Thus the final results are to the best of Pollhost's ability, though one must really note that it might not reflect the true persona of the individual involved. Really must take that into consideration hor.Results are as follows:It seems that most of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114899809249575262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114899809249575262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114899809249575262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114899809249575262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/05/thanks-to-some-successful-joint.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114874915006562523</id><published>2006-05-27T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T23:41:17.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is a blog for?Those who are against it will say that it is an act of exhibitionism; just wanna grab attention. Or worse still, get into the phenomena of blogging. It seems to be the 'in' thing then. But that's what separates real bloggers and those who follow fads.I don't wanna go into details like how you write, personal or for fun, peace and laughter. Everyone has different styles. Some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114874915006562523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114874915006562523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114874915006562523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114874915006562523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-is-blog-for-those-who-are-against.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114839112078300060</id><published>2006-05-23T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:32:00.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lately, there have been many people donning jerseys to school. And I don't know why. I know the World Cup season is coming. Thanks for taking note of that even though you know nothing much about balls.But it seems that these jerseys come in uniform, no pun intended there. What I mean is that there have been a lot of SB students using jerseys as their class tee. And you jolly well know that they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114839112078300060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114839112078300060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114839112078300060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114839112078300060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/05/lately-there-have-been-many-people.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114796590379668689</id><published>2006-05-19T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:53:05.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weekend's here and sadly, there's little for me to shout joy for about it. Let's see here what I have put behind and what's in store next.I'm done with:   FW Personality Profile (took me till the wee hours of the morning)   CONB Test   Law Test and I have to 'look foward to':   DMA 1-min on camera presentation   OM Test    MMR presentation   FW CA1   ATTITUDE feature article on Connect '06   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114796590379668689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114796590379668689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114796590379668689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114796590379668689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekends-here-and-sadly-theres-little.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114777930106844610</id><published>2006-05-16T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:35:01.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that smile.those teases.the tiramisu.an undescribable feeling overwhelmed me.a walk to remember</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114777930106844610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114777930106844610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114777930106844610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114777930106844610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/05/that-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114759008377420719</id><published>2006-05-14T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T15:04:02.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think New Urban Male is so cool that everyone wants a slice of their identity. But then again there is a certain 'criteria' that you somehow have to meet before you can don their colours without any sense of uncertainty and doubt.The bad thing is, this 'criteria' is invisible and based on intuition.I mean, they employ good-looking hunks as sales assistants in their shops and THEY wear NUM </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114759008377420719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114759008377420719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114759008377420719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114759008377420719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-new-urban-male-is-so-cool-that.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114744482383925871</id><published>2006-05-12T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:44:27.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vesak Day falls on this very date and I'm grateful that this year, it's on a Friday! A long weekend is certainly not something you always get every year.The funny thing is that there is existence of some people who are unaware of today's special event. I read from Min's blog that 2 Ah Bengs thought today's a holiday because it's POLLING DAY. And therefore, from that instance, I can only think of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114744482383925871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114744482383925871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114744482383925871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114744482383925871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/05/vesak-day-falls-on-this-very-date-and.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114727184767188111</id><published>2006-05-10T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:25:43.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was around Bishan the other day and this signboard caught the attention of my wandering eyes. I was supposed to be on the lookout for attractive girls but somehow this thin piece of plywood was like a thorn among the roses.This is what happen when...   every hotel is booked over the weekends   you do not want to trouble the bangla worker who washes your block every month, especially your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114727184767188111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114727184767188111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114727184767188111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114727184767188111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-was-around-bishan-other-day-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114710076370325062</id><published>2006-05-08T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:06:03.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One super-duper major good news was out today. Which means I don't have to wait till the 1st of June, which is coincedentally *coughsmycoughsbirthday*, to catch this freaking show! Frankly speaking, I've forgotten the storyline already. Perhaps I caught the ' brown fever' too early. But then again, it is not really a bad thing though!May is a reel(ly) good month. X-Men:The Last Stand, Pirates of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114710076370325062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114710076370325062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114710076370325062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114710076370325062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-super-duper-major-good-news-was.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114701233566969688</id><published>2006-05-07T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:35:18.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My camp just ended today and boy, oh boy... how I really need some rest and SLEEP!!! I'm developing really big, dark rings 'round my eyes already. Soon enough, you'll find my face replacing the panda prints on the tiny bits of 'Hello Panda' chocolates!Okay that was kinda cold I must admit.But you can't possibly fault me! I'm still feeling the freeze from the cold room, which turns out to be our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114701233566969688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114701233566969688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114701233566969688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114701233566969688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-camp-just-ended-today-and-boy-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114645903507743622</id><published>2006-05-01T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T12:50:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hear my heart speakFor thus long I've let time pass bySitting by the waters and see the angels soar highPraying for every glimmer of hopeany kind of chancefor me to find myself closer to someonewhom I find very dearly close to this fragile heart of mineEvery night I find myself looking up to Godasking him to guide meonto the right path of lifeand into the right heart of a special someoneBut </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114645903507743622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114645903507743622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114645903507743622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114645903507743622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/05/hear-my-heart-speak-for-thus-long-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114633141295969197</id><published>2006-04-30T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:25:49.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Champions of EPL 2005/2006What a humiliation. Man U got thrashed 3-0 at Stamford Bridge, Chelsea's very own fortress. What the hell!!! Chelsea can lift the League trophy in front of many other teams but NOT Man U? It's such an unhonourable honour!!! And to add salt to the wound, Carvalho scored the last goal as if he's Chelsea's main striker all season. My brothers and I reached Chijmes at around</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114633141295969197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114633141295969197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/04/champions-of-epl-20052006-what.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114629469766134613</id><published>2006-04-29T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:25:14.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you have approximately 1h and 22mins to spare, go and watch this video.The 9/11 Incident-The truth unveiledI may seem biased 'cause I'm supposedly of the same religion as the guy who is widely related to the video above. But trust me, I didn't make my judgement based on my own sentiments. It's more of the evidences shown in the video.Videos can be edited you say? Watch the video and YOU tell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114629469766134613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114629469766134613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114629469766134613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114629469766134613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-you-have-approximately-1h-and.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114615036649267218</id><published>2006-04-27T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:07:06.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ms Kwa, or rather one of her students, recommended this quiz-that-reflects-your-personality thingy and I decided to give it a shot. According to her, or rather one of her students, it is very freaky as it seems to be very, very accurate.So my test result goes as follows, which may or may not be 100% accurate depends on how you look at it and how well you know me...fitri took the free </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114615036649267218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114615036649267218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114615036649267218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114615036649267218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/04/ms-kwa-or-rather-one-of-her-students.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114580609164973126</id><published>2006-04-23T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:37:04.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A normal conversation with a KFC staff stading behind the counter usually goes like this for me:Staff: Hi sir, can I have your order?Me: Can I have the 2-piece chicken meal?Staff: Upsize your drinks, sir?Me: No thanks.Staff: Anything else for you, sir?Me: No, that's all.Staff: That will be $5.95, sir.Me: Alright... and oh, can I have the breast meat please?(A nod seems to be the answer to this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114580609164973126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114580609164973126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114580609164973126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114580609164973126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/04/normal-conversation-with-kfc-staff.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114555176536752522</id><published>2006-04-20T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T00:49:25.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone lives in a world where they fantasize a lot.Wait, let me rephrase that.Everyone lives in a world revolving around dreams, fantasies and the wildest imaginations. I'm no different from the majority of the human population too. Occasionally, I'd let my my mind free and wander it to a land called NeverNeverLand.I know, it sounds so cliche. But I'll still continue along that line..Imagine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114555176536752522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114555176536752522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114555176536752522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114555176536752522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/04/everyone-lives-in-world-where-they.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114503566390529067</id><published>2006-04-15T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T01:32:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The aftermath of Good Friday, or rather a public holiday...It started off with a game of pool over at Lucky Plaza-I still suck at it-after which seeds of narcissism starts to grow in us. Then we started producing amatuer 'music videos' using Haikal's Walkman phone which reminded me of the infamous 'Tammy NYP' clip.That Haikal, he just can't stop taking self-portaits can he? I think he's worse </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114503566390529067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114503566390529067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114503566390529067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114503566390529067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/04/aftermath-of-good-friday-or-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114486084247587652</id><published>2006-04-13T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:20:56.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was stunned when I read this.If you're not a soccer fan, obviously you'll be taken aback by the title. But if you ARE a soccer fan, you'll be feeling the same and more too!7-2 leh the final score! Our national U-23 team beating a Malaysian team by that scoreline and there's still a second leg over at Kuching, Sarawak to play for! Whoa, I hope they can put up a good fight over there and show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114486084247587652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114486084247587652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114486084247587652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114486084247587652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-was-stunned-when-i-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114476696056383240</id><published>2006-04-11T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:49:20.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Freshman Orientation Programme(FOP) bears a striking difference as compared to yesterday.First, the weather. The sun was unforgiving yesterday and poor freshies had to play games that lasted for nearly and hour from the tennis courts to the basketball court to the field. I can't say much about the weather today though 'cause no matter what it is, we're all under the roofs of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114476696056383240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114476696056383240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114476696056383240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114476696056383240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/04/todays-freshman-orientation.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114459984483313972</id><published>2006-04-09T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:24:04.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Presenting, the proud owner of the Miss Singapore Universe 2006 crown...Carol ChengThis 26-year-old art director also bagged the 'Miss Beautful Body 2006' accolade.Wah lau!!! I can't believe my eyes! I HAVE to catch the repeat telecast. No matter what, I HAVE TO. I know this is just a dream. The fact that I didn't catch it 'live' says it all. I just gotta see it with my own eyes.Jade Seah is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114459984483313972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114459984483313972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114459984483313972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114459984483313972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/04/presenting-proud-owner-of-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114451620606558352</id><published>2006-04-09T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T01:21:01.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You won't believe what guys will do when we are bored. Frankly speaking, I always thought guys are boring people. I mean, other than playing soccer, or any other kind of balls (oops!), we either go play pool, arcade or computer games to fill up our free time.Counter-strike, DOTA, Maple Story, FIFA... and the list goes on and on. It's not that I don't get into these kinda things but just not on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114451620606558352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114451620606558352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114451620606558352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114451620606558352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-wont-believe-what-guys-will-do.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114434032598465711</id><published>2006-04-06T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:26:34.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every semester, without fail, students of SP will particpate in a prestigious event which pushes their grit, concentration and endurance to their limit. This event requires nothing at all except a computer with an Internet connection. And of course, it needs no preparation unless you consider double-checking that your PC has been connected to the power socket as a preparation.That, my friends, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114434032598465711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114434032598465711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114434032598465711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114434032598465711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/04/every-semester-without-fail-students.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114426207124127448</id><published>2006-04-06T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T02:34:31.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just wanna go shopping; I need retail therapy. BADLY. I'll be getting my pay soon, and then I'll be off to shop-hop!MARINA SQUARE!! My shopping haven! But of course, I haven't forgotten the classic Bugis Street and occasionally, the everytime-the-same-one Orchard Road. Don't you think that it's glamour is only on the outside, as in the beatiful girls and handsome guys sashaying down the streets</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114426207124127448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114426207124127448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114426207124127448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114426207124127448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-just-wanna-go-shopping-i-need-retail.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114417100222826551</id><published>2006-04-05T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T01:17:43.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is love?When it bears to meaning?When it is not repaid?When it is all but lost, vanquished in thin air.Where is love?When all your efforts reaps no rewards,When the search for it reads 'FAILURE',When you know you've played your last card.It has been thus far,that we walked the same path in life.It has been thus long,that we crossed each others' names on our hearts.As I looked back at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114417100222826551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114417100222826551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114417100222826551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114417100222826551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-is-love-when-it-bears-to-meaning.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114404003996704498</id><published>2006-04-03T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T12:53:59.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's date reads as follows - 03/04/2006.Good news: School's starting soon.Bad news: School's starting soon.Contrary to popular's belief (not), we shall all start with the bad news first. *ahemahem* if you could excuse me...When I received my timetable for the upcoming semester, I immediately looked out for the first slot which shows classes that starts at 8 in the morning. There were 2. Which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114404003996704498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114404003996704498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114404003996704498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114404003996704498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/04/todays-date-reads-as-follows-03042006_03.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114372661974007576</id><published>2006-03-30T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:51:57.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Upon hearing the bottom 3 of American Idol, I really wonder if the votes of the supposedly 40 million people in America do really count in the eliminating process of the contestants. Or are they just a source of revenue for the people behind the Idol competition?The Americans surely are able to differentiate between 'good singing' and 'bad' ones right?If that's so why the hell is this guy still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114372661974007576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114372661974007576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114372661974007576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114372661974007576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/03/upon-hearing-bottom-3-of-american-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114364245273824094</id><published>2006-03-29T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:27:32.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The trip back to my secondary school today was an eye-opener for me, more for the wrong reasons rather than the right ones.For the first time in my life, I experienced a secondary school life where all the levels - Sec 1s, 2s, 3s. 4s AND 5s - come together under one building. Too bad for I have already graduated by the time this became a reality.Yes, I was from that era whereby the upper sec and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114364245273824094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114364245273824094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114364245273824094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114364245273824094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/03/trip-back-to-my-secondary-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114346895006998674</id><published>2006-03-27T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:15:50.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn those medicines that I got. For once, it seems that the pharmacist who tended to me doesn't seem to be lying. She advised me, "This medicine may cause drowsiness lah hor." And I took her words for granted for everytime, I don't visit the doctor that frequently anyway, the side effects of the medicines doesn't seem to work on me.As soon as I popped in all the different types of medicine, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114346895006998674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114346895006998674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114346895006998674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114346895006998674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/03/damn-those-medicines-that-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114329910040366778</id><published>2006-03-25T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:05:49.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's so sucky to be sick, no matter how serious it is. And that makes me wonder why some people would still go on and say, "Wahh, I'd rather be sick. At least I can stay at home and slack..." Do you know how much of your everyday doings are affected? Urgh, I shall not go into much of the boring details here.I had flu recently and decided not to go to the doctor, knowing that it was just a slight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114329910040366778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114329910040366778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114329910040366778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114329910040366778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-so-sucky-to-be-sick-no-matter-how.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114321263974251414</id><published>2006-03-24T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:07:09.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My legs are aching from the long shopping trip with my boyfriends! What's more surprising is, I didn't even experience this during my expediton! That goes to show how much distance we covered in a short time.If I'm not wrong, from Marina Square to Bugis and finally Orchard, we only sat down and rest at LJS over at Cineleisure to have our dinner. Damn that Herwan. He had (insert amount here) to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114321263974251414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114321263974251414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114321263974251414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114321263974251414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-legs-are-aching-from-long-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114304144013863861</id><published>2006-03-22T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:39:53.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was bored so I blog-hop.I was alert so I spotted something that Mr Miyagi and Mr Brown had in common, other than their male genitals of course.I was interested in what they had done so I jump on the bandwagon.I went to this website which matches your face with celebrities; I was hoping I looked like Chad Michael Murray.But still, I was happy with the results.According to the 'people behind the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114304144013863861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114304144013863861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114304144013863861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114304144013863861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-bored-so-i-blog-hop.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114253043171024136</id><published>2006-03-17T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T01:33:51.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't belive it that I watch "Dream Chasers" twice; once at its original timeslot of 8.30 pm and the other at 12.30 am. The latter was a repeat telecast actually and I caught it BY CHANCE! That was like after I finished packing my bag and bathed close to midnight already...It's a very nice drama, whose casts are made up of the Superstar finalists including SILVER ANG! I have a long-term crush </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114253043171024136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114253043171024136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114253043171024136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114253043171024136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-cant-belive-it-that-i-watch-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114242644770370389</id><published>2006-03-15T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:23:01.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I swear that if you wanna be a pole dancer, the best place to train is, the train. No pun intended there. And I AM talking about our very own clean and efficient MRT trains here! No need to waste money and go Batam or enroll in some stupid dance crash courses.'cause almost everytime when I take the trains, without fail, I'd see children swinging 'round and 'round the poles. and although I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114242644770370389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114242644770370389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114242644770370389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114242644770370389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-swear-that-if-you-wanna-be-pole.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114226677522536789</id><published>2006-03-13T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:47:56.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what's worse than being down and out. Or like what my friend calls it - sappy?That is to be down and out and sappy INDIRECTLY rather than be affected DIRECTLY.Look, I wanted to lead a normal life here. Okay, I'm trying to do so. But what happens when only one hand wants to clap and the other refuses to do so? You'll just be beating the air, right? In other sense, it's a useless and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114226677522536789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114226677522536789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114226677522536789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114226677522536789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-know-whats-worse-than-being-down.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114209250472648718</id><published>2006-03-11T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:55:04.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was surfing the net when my friend suddenly messaged me through the MSN Messnger:*wan tong    i can see the faded signs leading to the same destination. says:i've haven shown u my true prowess*wan tong    i can see the faded signs leading to the same destination. says:i'm cleopatra 1000 centuries ago*wan tong    i can see the faded signs leading to the same destination. says:the blood in her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114209250472648718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114209250472648718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114209250472648718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114209250472648718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-surfing-net-when-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114192184040040802</id><published>2006-03-09T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:32:16.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Screeeeecchhh!!! BAM!"That made me turn my head back, only to see a flying body thumped hard onto the ground.Instinct then told to dash foward towards the victim, just in time for the driver to realise that he's not gonna be involved in another hit-and-run case.He was so panicky that he started to defend himself that he's innocent."She just dashed across the road! I didn't even see her!" the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114192184040040802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114192184040040802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114192184040040802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114192184040040802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/03/screeeeecchhh-bam-that-made-me-turn-my.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114182587722437474</id><published>2006-03-08T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:51:17.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For all the sweet stuff, we have the sour to balance things up.For all the angels, we have the demons to spoil our fun.For all the peace and democracy, we have the fucking terrorism issue that we have tackle.For all the Mats and Minahs... luckily not everyone is like them.But for so long, there seem to be no answer to the likes of Paris Hilton, Hillary Duff, Britney Spears and if you'd agree with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114182587722437474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114182587722437474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114182587722437474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114182587722437474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-all-sweet-stuff-we-have-sour-to_08.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114165839648236075</id><published>2006-03-06T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:27:47.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An excerpt from Channelnewsasia.com: ' No more NS deferment for pre-enlistees to pursue university studies'"Mindef is going back to the basics in its policy of allowing deferments from National Service for school leavers.    Starting December last year, no more deferments are allowed for those who want to pursue a university degree, be it local or overseas."Wah lau... I thought I can escape </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114165839648236075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114165839648236075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114165839648236075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114165839648236075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/03/excerpt-from-channelnewsasia.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114149077653258921</id><published>2006-03-05T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:46:35.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weather's so freaking hot yesterday! And I can't believe that I played soccer under that scorching sun! Gosh, this has to be better than sun tanning at the beach. At least you don't need to laze around!But I became a camel today, in conjunction with the hot desert-like weather.   I already have a bottle of glucose in my water bottle plus sips of water I had from mineral water bottles lying/ </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114149077653258921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114149077653258921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114149077653258921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114149077653258921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/03/weathers-so-freaking-hot-yesterday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114139301454426339</id><published>2006-03-03T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:38:11.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dare YOU!</title><summary type='text'>Can you cross your leg once AND get both legs to touch the ground, COMFORTABLY?I'll give you a reward if you can'cause I saw one lady do itKeep on trying.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114139301454426339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114139301454426339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114139301454426339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114139301454426339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dare-you.html' title='I dare YOU!'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114123076292676875</id><published>2006-03-01T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T00:32:42.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I suddenly feel the urge to invest my money on trading. You know those buy-cheap-and-sell-at-a-higher-price-kinda-thing? Yeah... but of course the items must be of value and purpose lahh..I got this idea while playing my character in MapleStory (MS). I look out for great deals from other characters, buy the items and sell them at a profit to others. Wah! Shiok sia! I see my mesos (read: Sing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114123076292676875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114123076292676875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114123076292676875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114123076292676875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-suddenly-feel-urge-to-invest-my.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114088275955598955</id><published>2006-02-25T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:52:39.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My right big toe was disfigured today. From almost perfect, it became almost... unperfect.This is how my right toe would look like if it's on the x-ray. Of course, it's not mine 'cause I haven't actually done anything about it yet. I'm still surviving by walking slowly, inch by inch.I can twist my toe up but the pain is oh-so-unbearable when I pushed it downwards. Ouch!It's not a bunion. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114088275955598955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114088275955598955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114088275955598955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114088275955598955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-right-big-toe-was-disfigured-today.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114062912366925126</id><published>2006-02-23T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T12:09:37.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I swear this is the most talked about topic yesterday, at least among the Year 1 DMC students: Econs is over! YES! YES! YES!Like as if they're getting a freaking orgasm or something.I can hear it everywhere and even the slightest smile carved on someone's face could tell the relief from this module that everyone dreaded. Argh. But the wait is finally over! Hahahahaha! *evil laughter*The paper </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114062912366925126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114062912366925126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114062912366925126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114062912366925126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-swear-this-is-most-talked-about.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114045163723279786</id><published>2006-02-20T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:36:35.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, I'm taking time off from studying my Econs here. I know it's against the law of diminishing returns my own will but heck la, I need a break too!Thanks to Edwin Ng who introduced me to this small exercise, which is of no stranger to my classmates I suppose, which managed to... give my brains a little time off.The Johari WindowSounds familiar, my classmates? Haha, how we dread that module.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114045163723279786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114045163723279786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114045163723279786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114045163723279786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/02/alright-im-taking-time-off-from.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114036666963978062</id><published>2006-02-20T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T00:31:09.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fitri very happy. Fitri go shopping. Fitri bought shoes. Very nice. Fitri like. But Fitri sad, Fitri see $129 go 'kerching!' and out of Fitri's wallet, just like that.Fitri also ot Topman's shirt. Fitri happy again. Fitri see nice shirts but Fitri no more money. So Fitri say, "Next time then I get it."Fitri now want to be a smart shopper. Fitri don't want to waste money. Fitri likes Bugis Street.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114036666963978062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114036666963978062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114036666963978062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114036666963978062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/02/fitri-very-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114010283190126323</id><published>2006-02-16T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:14:05.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the first time since I-don't-know-how-many-seasons-ago, American Idol managed to move me to tears. Not once, but twice. OMG.For once, I'd scrap the Chinese idiom that goes, 'Man only shed blood, they never shed a tear'. Did I get it right there? Heh.If you had watched the entire episode of AI on last Wenesday night, you wouldn't have missed this 3 cowboys. Well, let's not mention about their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114010283190126323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114010283190126323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114010283190126323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114010283190126323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-first-time-since-i-dont-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-114001650711509075</id><published>2006-02-15T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:15:07.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Imagine yourself reading the short 'movie trailer' below in a low, husky voice.Brokeback Mountain......a tale of love......between two people... ...whom you might have already realised by now......that they are GAYS!!! This movie got numerous OSCAR nominations, if you had not known. Funny enough, movies that aren't really favourites among us are those which, somehow in one way or another, manage </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/114001650711509075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=114001650711509075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114001650711509075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/114001650711509075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/02/imagine-yourself-reading-short-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113975742284050896</id><published>2006-02-12T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:17:02.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was in my bathing robe had just finished bathing when my handphone goes *teeet* *teeet* *teeet* just now and I got a message that reads:Friend: Hey tmr what time you free? Me and Haikal need your advice on the courses that we can apply...So I went on with the conversation...Me: Most probably at 2, I got a test tmr. You and him die die wanna go into SP ah?Friend: Hey, don't say like that lah... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113975742284050896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113975742284050896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113975742284050896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113975742284050896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-was-in-my-bathing-robe-had-just.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113964136858072132</id><published>2006-02-11T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T15:04:40.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally, the long-awaited break is here!Actually this study week isn't the same as last semester's one where I got one whole week to do my revision before my final exams. On this coming Monday, I have 1) Econs make-up class (maybe) 2) NW CA. Tuesday there's IVP CA, Wednesday BPS CA... I might as well got to school!By right, the long-awaited break isn't this. It is the 6 weeks holiday after the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113964136858072132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113964136858072132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113964136858072132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113964136858072132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/02/finally-long-awaited-break-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113931910484275524</id><published>2006-02-07T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:32:51.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you have not recognized it, that man wearing the number 23 jersey of Real Madrid is none other than Mr David Beckham.If you had not heard it, that is the very same man who was nicknamed 'Goldenballs'.Now not everyone has the opportunity to see the truth behind that nickname.I guess some people are more than willing to go the extra mile to see the 'truth' with their own eyes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113931910484275524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113931910484275524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113931910484275524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113931910484275524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-you-have-not-recognized-it-that-man.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113915031841210425</id><published>2006-02-05T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:33:05.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The camera died when we were filming literally the last scene of the whole 2-min clip!Last scene leh!!! How cruel can the videocam be? I feel like whacking it to the floor and prise open all the parts that was so ever-thightly screwed together. But come to think of it, I don't have a cheque of $10,000 to pay for the it.I can buy the cheque book, I can enter the required sum but I simply can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113915031841210425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113915031841210425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113915031841210425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113915031841210425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/02/camera-died-when-we-were-filming.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113906926994945028</id><published>2006-02-04T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T00:07:50.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Darn it!!! The last week of school is here, and ever since I got out of the pri/sec schoo days, there is nothing to be happy about there. One study week and soon, the exam papers will be staring right into your face. Right...IPRA has an exam? Wow! And Mr Ang have never even go through ANY paper with us; he said the past years' papers were in the Blackboard. So we can go there and look up to it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113906926994945028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113906926994945028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113906926994945028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113906926994945028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/02/darn-it-last-week-of-school-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113880158068326427</id><published>2006-02-01T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T21:46:20.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Though it is a rather common sight, I only began to notice its significance lately. It's either I have been sitting under the big 'ol rock for too long a time, unknown to the things happening around me. Or the rise of it has been sharp. Way too sharp.Ever seen a mixed relationship? Not a lesbian-gay kinda thing but rather a mixed-race one.Malay guy with Chinese girl, Indian lad with a Malay lady.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113880158068326427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113880158068326427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113880158068326427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113880158068326427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/02/though-it-is-rather-common-sight-i.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113852867023828320</id><published>2006-01-29T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T17:57:50.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I missed the 'Notice of Evacuation'</title><summary type='text'>Aaaahhhh....No, I didn't just release a highly-toxicated gas chemical which has the capabilities to destroy our ozone layer due to its destructive nature, especially when in large quantities.In other words, I didn't fart.I am just relieved, purely relieved for the long holiday that has been dished out this weekend. Now who should I thank here, let's see...I would like to thank the Chinese </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113852867023828320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113852867023828320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113852867023828320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113852867023828320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-thought-i-missed-notice-of.html' title='I thought I missed the &apos;Notice of Evacuation&apos;'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113828922393604087</id><published>2006-01-26T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:27:04.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why can't I touch dogs?They're so cute and adorable.Just why...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113828922393604087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113828922393604087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113828922393604087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113828922393604087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-cant-i-touch-dogs-theyre-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113802807095780403</id><published>2006-01-23T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T22:56:37.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FedUp</title><summary type='text'>I sat for a test today and before I I had the results of my test back, the writing's already on the wall. I have to sit for a retest.By right, I shouldn't have to. But it's because of the stupid server which hung and thus, disabled us from saving our work. We are doing a test on Macromedia Flash, by the way.Imagine the agony! Sitting in the 3 hour class, spending precious time following each </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113802807095780403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113802807095780403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113802807095780403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113802807095780403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/01/fedup.html' title='FedUp'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113760281109532811</id><published>2006-01-18T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T00:46:51.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The blog-wish works!!! Holy shit! I can't believe it! Haha!Okay, before I better get down to reality before I believe in such nonsense.But my team indeed won in the game today! Hooray! 4-1 the scoreline reads. But I didn't get to play much though. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise 'cause tomorrow is the start of SP's Open House and I'm involved in it as a courses and careeer guidance officer. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113760281109532811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113760281109532811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113760281109532811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113760281109532811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-wish-works-holy-shit-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113751292807099427</id><published>2006-01-17T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T23:48:48.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nowadays, I cherish going to school. It suddenly seemed so meaningful to me. To meet my friends, get their company, be entertained by their legendary ever-lame jokes, be pre-occupied with their friendly banters, be yadayadayada...  I don't know why.  But of course there is the 'dark' side of school, which is of course inevitable. Projects and assignments- urgh! I've just been thrown a new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113751292807099427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113751292807099427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113751292807099427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113751292807099427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/01/nowadays-i-cherish-going-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113731118695281676</id><published>2006-01-15T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T15:46:26.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went in to xiaxue's blog and I saw this game in one of her entries. It's kinda interesting though, as I had found it to be. It's called Where's Wally? Well, as if no one reads xiaxue's blog nowadays... Heh.   Just a note: You only need to spare 1 MINUTE from your 24 hours each day to play this game. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113731118695281676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113731118695281676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113731118695281676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113731118695281676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-went-in-to-xiaxues-blog-and-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113725478146927438</id><published>2006-01-14T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T00:06:21.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough week ahead</title><summary type='text'>Until today, I didn't know DVPA CAs can be so stressful. Ms Kwa kept telling us that after this CA, friends may be enemies and tears might flow out of anyone's eyes. Pretty chim words for a petite woman but I guess after today, I knew what she meant after all.I didn't see any tears nor did I see any friendships broken (I hope not), but the stress level... urgh. if you can measure stress using the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113725478146927438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113725478146927438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113725478146927438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113725478146927438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/01/tough-week-ahead.html' title='Tough week ahead'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113690964735383816</id><published>2006-01-10T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T00:14:15.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back at the things I've done...</title><summary type='text'>Know what? I love looking back at my past. I don't know why but I just love to sit by the beach and let the wind breeze past my face while I recall the past. Just imagine...When I was in my preschool years...I tried to act 'Beng'. I wore a cap wherever I go, until my mum confiscated it once. I cried till my tears ran dry to make sure she learnt her lesson well and never did that ever again. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113690964735383816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113690964735383816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113690964735383816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113690964735383816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/01/looking-back-at-things-ive-done.html' title='Looking back at the things I&apos;ve done...'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113664925538022177</id><published>2006-01-07T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:54:15.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dummies for 'How to hide your face'</title><summary type='text'>I si beh shocked sia when I see this article. Next time when I go out, I must be on the look out for people carrying lots of plastic bag. They may just be the next criminal on the move...Criminals nowadays, they just don't read instructions. Don't they know that putting plastic bags over their heads can cause suffocation?Why didn't they die of suffocation in the first place? It's better off that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113664925538022177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113664925538022177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113664925538022177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113664925538022177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/01/dummies-for-how-to-hide-your-face.html' title='Dummies for &apos;How to hide your face&apos;'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113655709148145887</id><published>2006-01-06T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:18:29.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week to forget</title><summary type='text'>Thank God it's Friday!!!I really, really desperately needed this break. For the whole of this week, I have been sleeping at around 2-3 am in the morning, only to wake up 5-6 hours later.  6 hours of sleep may be enough for some but consider 18 hours of the mind and body working for 4-5 consecutive days...***Designing the web pages for WP took up a freaking hell lot of time. I even stayed in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113655709148145887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113655709148145887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113655709148145887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113655709148145887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/01/week-to-forget.html' title='A week to forget'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113612017245738587</id><published>2006-01-01T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:56:24.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you have for me, 2006?</title><summary type='text'>As we usher in 2006, I bring to you once more the drama serial 'Me &amp; Inner Me', which last took place in the episode 'The Singapore Flyer'. This drama serial will now be shown every Sunday, on fitree.blogspot.com, I hope...Me: So, we now are into 2006. As always people have their new year resolutions blablabla... what's yours?Inner Me: Me? Erm, I think you should get the ball rolling first...Me: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113612017245738587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113612017245738587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113612017245738587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113612017245738587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-do-you-have-for-me-2006.html' title='What do you have for me, 2006?'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113587287550776793</id><published>2005-12-29T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:27:59.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weary, weary tired...</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I chiong-ed my News Writing assignment. Chiong until 4 am. For the first time ever, I have 8 people from my class all online when the clock striked 3 am. I guess we were all heading for the same goal. In the end, i decided it was enough. Too much already lah!!! I fell dead on my bed at 4.30 am. 4.30 am, for goodness sake! and before that I even harboured hopes of going all the way to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113587287550776793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113587287550776793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113587287550776793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113587287550776793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2005/12/weary-weary-tired.html' title='Weary, weary tired...'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113570965400376772</id><published>2005-12-28T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T01:36:22.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies galore!</title><summary type='text'>I've been as busy as a bee these days, especially this week. The 'last week of the holidays', as it reads.spac2go's 10th anniversary, the mass dance practice, the soccer match for CSCC... yada yada yada... plus, I have deadlines staring back at me every second of the day. News Writing's interview and media audit, Web Publishing's designing of webpages, IDEAS model...STOP!!!!!Can someone give me a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113570965400376772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113570965400376772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113570965400376772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113570965400376772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2005/12/movies-galore.html' title='Movies galore!'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113527429798880762</id><published>2005-12-23T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T01:58:18.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is the icing on the cake for the year</title><summary type='text'>You know of the song, or if you prefer it to be a saying, "All I want for Christmas is you"? I think if you're NOT an an orphan or a heartbroken lad or a loner or someone who has lost a loved one recently or...You get the point.... then don't swear by this phrase, can? 'cause I think it's bullshit. It's equivalent to "Looks doesn't matter, it's the heart that matters the most. If your partner </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113527429798880762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113527429798880762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113527429798880762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113527429798880762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-icing-on-cake-for-year.html' title='Christmas is the icing on the cake for the year'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113506903309709578</id><published>2005-12-20T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T16:57:25.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECP - not the expressway lah!</title><summary type='text'>To travel from East Coast Park to Esplanade and back seems alright to me, but to CYCLE that distance is equivalent to a sore butt for me!!! And worse of all, I have to allow my butt to recover naturally. So imagine the pain that I have to endure everytime I do something that involved my butt in participation. Ouch!Okay lah, perhaps that's too much of a exaggeration but you got my point. My legs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113506903309709578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113506903309709578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113506903309709578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113506903309709578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2005/12/ecp-not-expressway-lah.html' title='ECP - not the expressway &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;!'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113483558977149647</id><published>2005-12-17T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:06:29.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't (have to) wait no more</title><summary type='text'>Finally... I got hold of MY VERY OWN MP3PLAYER!!!It's a pretty long wait actually. My patience and endurance has finally paid off. All thanks to my mum, of course. Oh how I treasure her so much right now. Thanks mum. But of course, things didn't start as planned...My destination: Funan IT Mall. I wanted a 512MB player in the first place. Thus, I opted for the Zen Nano Plus (ZNP). But the first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113483558977149647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113483558977149647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113483558977149647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113483558977149647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-dont-have-to-wait-no-more.html' title='I just don&apos;t (have to) wait no more'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113465812080870529</id><published>2005-12-15T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:48:40.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail the new King, Kong</title><summary type='text'>By right the movie 'King Kong' can also be entitled, 'Beauty and the Beast'. I see the impossible happening in the story, a love shared between a human and an ape. Pretty much like the fairytale too, huh?But with Peter Jackson's admirable talent and creativity, he managed to do so. In fact, he moved my heart and brought tears to my eyes. And I can ensure that it'll have to be a movie of a high </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113465812080870529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113465812080870529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113465812080870529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113465812080870529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2005/12/hail-new-king-kong.html' title='Hail the new King, Kong'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113457330153061700</id><published>2005-12-14T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:23:52.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what advances of technology does to you</title><summary type='text'>This is an part of a webpage that I encountered while I was web-hopping. (Or more accurately this is part of Shi Qi's blog- the 'Comments' page)----- ----- Error&lt;!-- Content --&gt;       Please confirm you are a human below.    From:Anonymous OpenID   Identity URL: Log in?  LiveJournal user  Username:Password:Log in?  Subject:   &lt;!-- if (document.getElementById) { document.write(""); document.write(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113457330153061700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113457330153061700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113457330153061700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113457330153061700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-what-advances-of-technology.html' title='This is what advances of technology does to you'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113440274999482164</id><published>2005-12-12T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:54:01.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll wave Dubai, goodbye</title><summary type='text'>Over the last few days, I tried to fiddle around with my blog's HTML codes but I guess I'm not made for these kinda stuffs lah. Just see the end results. I can only manage to change the colour, font sizes and styles. I wanna add pictures! Graphics! Visuals!The worst thing is if you view my blog in Mozilla Firefox, it'll be different from that when you see it in the IE browser. Dang!ARGH!!! I feel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113440274999482164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113440274999482164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113440274999482164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113440274999482164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2005/12/ill-wave-dubai-goodbye.html' title='I&apos;ll wave Dubai, goodbye'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113414396172664601</id><published>2005-12-09T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T23:59:21.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The goal that didn't matter</title><summary type='text'>The writing's on the wall- I'm not the happiest guy in SP after today. My team didn't win the match. It ended in a draw instead. '2-2' reads the scoreline but it should really have been our day today.   But things didn't go as bad. Looking at the bright side, I scored a goal. Yes, you've read it right. A GOAL!!!!! Can you actually believe that?!?!?   If I'd said I scored thorugh a freekick, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113414396172664601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113414396172664601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113414396172664601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113414396172664601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2005/12/goal-that-didnt-matter.html' title='The goal that didn&apos;t matter'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113405031269311980</id><published>2005-12-08T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:59:50.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can this happen to me?</title><summary type='text'>The Creative Writing Club is just not for me! I'm not 'tailor-made' for it! I'm not creative, I can't imagine, I can't visualise. I think it's better suited for people like Lydia and Devon. I don't write stories, that's just not my forte. I don't use bombastic words, form 'flowery' sentences, good at plots that have twists or conflicts! Thus I'm not a good storywriter!I'm sorry Ms Wee. You are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113405031269311980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113405031269311980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113405031269311980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113405031269311980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-can-this-happen-to-me.html' title='How can this happen to me?'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113387745038615952</id><published>2005-12-06T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:57:30.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See No Evil</title><summary type='text'>If you see a beggar on the pavement stretching her hand out, hoping for kind souls to drop some money into her hands, you would certainly feel sorry for her, won't you?I don't.What more she took the extra effort to play an instrument, and better still a tune that's soothing to your ears? Now you would, for sure, be moved by her sincere acts.Not me.She's at the same spot almost every other day, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113387745038615952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113387745038615952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113387745038615952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113387745038615952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2005/12/see-no-evil.html' title='See &lt;s&gt;No&lt;/s&gt; Evil'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113376534376748766</id><published>2005-12-05T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:43:43.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin Quiz Post</title><summary type='text'>Part I-List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your LJ along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to. 1. Hold On- Good Charlotte2. Don't Love You No More (I'm Sorry)- Craig David3. All My Life- KC</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113376534376748766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113376534376748766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113376534376748766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113376534376748766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2005/12/virgin-quiz-post.html' title='Virgin Quiz Post'/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10274291.post-113353425223409255</id><published>2005-12-02T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:39:34.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm shagged now... super-duper-shagged...I have to drag myself up from bed to attend a 8.00 a.m. class, be present for a field trip that was dragged on for like half an hour or so, over the given time, and do my IDEAS project with my team members till 9.30 p.m.Actually I was late but somehow, my good time management skills served me well today. Ehem ehem. Luckily I've packed my bag yesterday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/feeds/113353425223409255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10274291&amp;postID=113353425223409255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113353425223409255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10274291/posts/default/113353425223409255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fitree.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-shagged-now.html' title=''/><author><name>fitri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
