If you have approximately 1h and 22mins to spare, go and watch this video.

The 9/11 Incident-The truth unveiled

I 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 me how fake it is. At the end of it, you’ll realise that the crash of the WTC tower wasn’t an act of terrorism.

Ironically, it was the work this prominent figure who condemns the act of terrorism.

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 having a special someone who has a voice that is capable rocking the Indoor Stadium way better than how The Click Five did during the Hollaback Crew Finals. One who can touch everyone’s heart through the meaningful words of her song and on another occasion, put you into hot water ’cause your neighbour downstairs complained that you are tearing her ceiling apart.

Imagine that special someone goes by the name of Kelly Clarkson…

How wonderful…

All of a sudden, I find myself at the relaxing at one of the breakwaters by the beach, admiring the blue skies as planes fly past from afar. As I tucked my shades up the crown of my head, I saw the hottest girl of all the hottest hot girl in my ‘Hottest Hot Hot Girl’ list.

We made eye contact and she gave me that flirtatious look that made my already-raging hormones roar to life. Within the blink of my eye, I find her sitting right beside me and we’re already in the midst of sharing our deepest thoughts in mind.

Ahh… Jes..sica… Al…ba…

But then I quickly find myself back in a school environment, rushing for a class which I was late for. First class of the semester some more. And a class which I don’t know who the lecturer will be except for today.

I kept picturing a pretty, young lady standing in command of the class, donning thin-rimmed glasses and holding a cane on one hand. *whack* Ooohhh… She has this air of confidence around her that simply spreads like wildfire across the room and possess a sweet smile that melt the hearts of many.

Someone in the mould of Suzanne Jung…

But wait, isn’t that part of my fantasy a reality right now? Suzanne Jung, the Channel NewsAsia newsanchor, my lecturer for my Feature Writing module? Well, that I ain’t dreaming. ’cause she really is..

Read more about her here. I read/heard/seen somewhere that she’s attached to this Korean guy though. =(

But it’s good enough that she appears right before me every Thursday. As for the other days, I’ll rely on my ever-reliable TV set. To keep myself updated about the news everyday, of course. You know what’s an essential part of our life right.. *coughsehemcoughs*

Oh man, Thursdays suddenly is so meaningful to me this semester…

Am I still dreaming?

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 when what’s sold is actually more or less the same everywhere?

Still, a drop down there once in while won’t tire my mind out. =)

I just got a new-found love.
Maybe it’s your image, maybe it’s not.
Suddenly, my love for you blossomed.
I don’t know why,
but it happened…

I love you,

TOPMAN.

HAHAH! Gotcha! But seriously, I think I’m falling for TOPMAN. And no, I’m not gay ’cause TOPMAN is not human. It’s such an obvious fact already right? Okay, I’m underestimating people’s intelligence here.

TOPMAN’s stuffs are nice… and pricey too. A cap can cost $29 bucks? But it’s worth the design though! I’m attracted to the tops too! And the belts! Cool-ness! Haha! But the jeans… I guess I’ll stick to cheaper alternatives.

The membership card is sooooooooo darn attractive. But you have to spend $150 on a single receipt in order to get hold of one. WTH!!! 150 FREAKING DOLLARS LEH!!!

I made a pact with my friend about it-to spend $75 each-and thus get the card. I only have their cap in mind now, I’m still pondering how to use up the other $46.

By the way, anyone knows of a FOSSIL shop that sells its merchandises other than watches here? Minus off the cufflinks and bags also; I know it’s available at Heeren.

I mean, look at this. Something I wish to spell C-R-E-A-T-I-V-I-T-Y…

… and cheeky too. Like me right? =p

And it’s double-sided.

Imagine going to lectures in the morning, bearing the guai side of me. Wear specs, wear the much more ‘decent’ side of the shirt and then come night time… HELLO MOS!! HELLO ZOUK!!! Out come the vainpot me, with contact lenses and the ‘wild’ side of the shirt. HAHA! =D

Sounds like a ‘Jekyll & Hyde’ story there.

Hmmm… come 18, will I be different? I hope I will, positively. =)

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 path that we’ve taken,
I saw footsteps,
yours
and mine.

Now, I find myself all alone.
Solitude.
Isolated.

As I bring myself to look at the horizon ahead,
a clear path awaits me.
Will I venture into it with a new set of footsteps?
Or will it be of the same kind as before?

I shake my head,
and breathed out a deep sigh
I see hope, laughter and joy;
tears welled my eyes.
I am still accompanied by lost memories.

But one thing’s for sure,
It’s all up to me now.
And guess what?
I’ve started to carve out my own path.

Alone.
Solitude.
Isolated.fitri

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 scenes’ who painstakingly try to match my hideous face with celebrities-they must have spent hours doing so, I look like Ilhan Mansiz.

At least 64% of my face does. I don’t know what happened to the other 36% though. Could he be my long-lost brother? How come he’s in Turkey?!?!

He may be Turkish but he ain’t no kebab-seller at Banquet, mind you. He’s the main striker for his own nation. And that is REALLY something. I can’t even represent school for any competitions, what more see my face in Singapore’s contigent at the Commonwealth Games.

I also looked like Adrien Brody. Adrien who? Yes, the one who acted in ‘The Pianist’. I must be honoured. But he must be disgusted. But yet again, it’s only 48% similar. And yes, I heard that heavy sigh of relief, Mr Brody.

Lastly, me as a Pavel Nedved-look alike. HAHA! How I wish I got his beautiful, long locks! And of course his soccer skills!

I don’t like the website; must find a better one. They didn’t see any similarities between me and Chad Michael Murray. Cannot, cannot… not good.