Thursday, April 29, 2010

free pizzas?

dear blog mishpuchah,
its me again invigilating to invigorate this blog with irrepressible isle of words.

who would resist the irresistable pan pizza with the Hawaian Seafood on top, and thats why i got one, for free.

haha. its a long story though.

people who serve others should be laudable, but this is the opposite.

at that particular moment, i ordered 6 pizzas with add ons of chicken wings for RM210.00. as they promised and statedin the company policies, that they had 30 minutes guarenteed arrival and hot as it just came out from the burning hot stove. they did a great job on that. those orders safely arrived 32 minutes later (i dont mind 2 minutes extras).

but wait.

it doest even mean all pizzas were here already, noticing the missing-in-action figure, i abruptly, called 1 300 88 2525, yes, which linked me to the HEADQUATERS, in KL.

"yes mr, i'll inform my staff for the immediate response" said the operator.

*rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnngggggggggggg, suddenly, the phone rang.

it was the Pizza X Branched(branched as X as confidential as it is).

"i'm sorry mr. because of our mistake. But why do you called our HQ?"uttered the lady in charged with morose.

"and i'm really sorry for that you got scolded bad, idk that it was your HQ at first, just make sure u didnt do such thing again"i wisely spoken.

"ouh, okay, so, for the regret, we'll send you free pizza, okay"answered the lady again with sigh in the end.

"if thats okay with u"with glee they considered it as a yes.

wow. 15 minutes later, there they were, the 6th pizza and another one of free. thankful indeed i am. and then, there are leftovers. a box of it. hahaa.


Monday, April 26, 2010

i regret it. sorry.

dear beloved readers,

there was i, on the rooftops of KBMALL for a noon prayer. after i finished performing the need of every muslim on this planet so called Earth, i went outside.

i went outside and walked my way to the stool. yet, i saw nothing. seriously. and then, obviously, there was a man, an old man, around 40 to 50. considering nothing, i sat on the stool, ignoring the old man. he was lying to the wall to untie his shoe for wudu', while i'm sitting on the stool, wearing my shoes back. at first i didnt think that it was an act which might lead me to be an imp. but now, i realized that i have busted my integrity towards the human race intelligence. am i? huhu.

oh,how i wish for the time to come back and correct my mistake. i didnt forsaw, that this feeling of regret climbing their own way, from my deep conscience to the top of my thoughts. the old man, should be dignified. i wasnt supposed to do so. i am falling.

and i know, that it was a no boisterious much as the politics can be, but it is a wrong deed. the youth, which may includes me you and you of the age 15 to 30 something (i'm not sure), should give some respect for older people, because they know more of Earths than we do. they are people with tremendous experiences which may teach us to do things right in the future.

so, respect older people!

judging my act of simplicity yet, a worst one, thee shall bear in thou thoughts, that people make mistakes.

bearing the thought alone results to nothing, remember it, apply it to your daily life. be blessed thee shall be for your kind act.

thats all. thanks.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

everything clearly potrayed

dear readers,

upon my vision towards the tv for 30 minutes filled with information with TV3, for Buletin Utama, i learned that a nation should speaks as one. and that automatically, deducts the spirit of 1 Malaysia.

the acumen here, disgraced politician should know their roles in inspiring the nation to develop the sorority Malaysia that speaks as whole, as one, for the theme ; 1 Malaysia.

plotted great by Buletin Utama TV3, from the dirts in the Parliament to the bottom end of the Hulu Selangor field. kick-started by, Anuar Ibrahim, uttering harsh words toward the Government, telling that, the idea of 1 Malaysia, is adapted without 100% origionality from 1 Israel, and without regrets which clearly showed that it was not rather adapted as a whole idea from Israel, our PM, Najib answered.

and then, the coverage made easy by TV3 crews on the latest hip at Hulu Selangor shows that, Malaysia with a bit filth in politics and corrupted and also, blidnfolded with luxury and greeds.

if you now know what i mean, you might also want to wake up from this delusion that holds a string towards 1 Malaysia.

aiming the opposing team because they had no power to the media coverage since they oppose was not good at all. it gives us super vision that they are opposing for no reason or even bad and ugly reason.

yes, corruption happens. but, they were blindfolded. think. they were just hooking up votes so that they'll win.

Islamic topics, shouldnt be discussed, but the problem here is, Islamic features, is the main pole for PAS. arguement on this topic, will end at least for 3 days with police and JAKIM. ahaha. (a joke)

speaking as whole, for politics in Malaysia.

thats all. thanks.


Friday, April 23, 2010

old hags hit like a sand bag.


its Friday. and i am thankful enough, that i confronted no dilemma today.

well, performing Jumaat prayer is no longer a doubtful compulsory thing for men to do.
from old folks to monthly years old kids. (is it?)

yes. so, for the regular basis on any other Friday, except today, with no dilemma, as already mentioned, i went for a Jumaat prayer.

and. here comes the title that tells;

old hags hit like a sand bag

as i walked myself into the mosque, pacing for my favourite place, under the barely-rotating-stain filled-fan, there was an old man. just like any other old people who was there, he also, murmuring, chanting some words praising the Lords great creations on the planet so called Earth, i guess. (???)

but then, there were also, terrible kids about 10 to 12, uttering words, i could barely heard from quite a distance. very. but they're just kids, what do they really know?

but heres the speaking title, the old man i was talking about just now, seemed to be disturbingly loud. he chattered like it was a sale or a Bar Mitzvah party. and he did noticed that people were noticing him and giving him the look to keep silent. but the more the people warned him, the louder he would be. seriously, he should be ashamed of himself due to such disgrace. meanwhile, the kids did stop when the sermon started. but the egoistic-maniac-extremely-annoying Pak Cik, which was the old hag hit like a sand bag. they bother nothing as they keep on speaking out loud. gosh, i thought he'd never stopped.

shouldnt they keep their mouth silent and forbid kids to talk or even playing in such places. and tell nice meaningful and full of moral values story and words? what an old useless hag. urgh.

thats all. thank you.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

pointing fingers to no one.

hello dear beloved readers,

well, it seem to get harder for me to reply post or even post something here, its all about me today. me going to colleges, me going to places, etc., its just me.
the fact is, i had loads of things going on through my mind. and it sicks the hell out of me. i tend to blog those ideas but it seems that i am too lazy.


heres one.

okay. that day when i was at the Taman Tengku Anis for a jog, X(not a real name, although its quite fascinating) spotted someone. apparently to be his friend Y. then, upon hearing their conversation (as if the title said; pointing fingers to no one) i was not entirely shocked with the words from his mouth. read.

indications; green text - Y + Yellow text - X

"eh, is that u?"
"of course its me"
"are u done jogging?"
"yes.have u"
"no. just out from my bed, and even, i pray the for Subuh (dusk prayer) at eight"
he bragged.

wow, what a guts to brag about his not-even-to-be-bragged habit. mirror thyself dear.
and there was i, with nothing in my mind except for feeling sorry for him.

and thats why people. dont brag, especially about the imperfect deeds for the religion we performed unless, we were too good for it and theres nothing more about religious, why dont u just brag about your mother etc. that would do a conversation far more enthralling (is it?).

thats all. thanks.

wah. sila tanya. titek .

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

honestly, what do you think, personally about shinchan :p ??

dear readers,
this is another questions in my formspring inbox.
well here goes.

frankly speaking, its fun for the whole family, yet there are parts where they should do some ripping before they'd air it. there are parts that only support adult supervision due to uncensored content that may flood child brain with disgraces and typical bad figures.
this will occasionally, brings arsenal to kids and their environment. such inappropriate movements and sayings or even changed quotations made by the main character Shin Chan and his father, could simply, filth child minds with frauds with no fault, which may cause abusive thoughts in mind and eventually, leads to massive social illness that are currently being the most burden burdening the government who are confronting with dirty politics, typical aristocrats and filthy parliament with thier moronic problems which may cause tremendous problems on the worlds gravity. (deep acumen).

fasten your seat belt, get urself ready for bad prospect of the toddlers favourite tv cartoon. its not a bad accusation on provoking people to banned the series but at least, you'll realize the danger of letting TV power run wild in your homes. well, here goes.

by simply watching the series, your child will adapt something you wouldnt even want to;

harsh words.
nasty movements.
junks food-feeding.
abandoning mothers at shopping complex particularly on sales time.
neglecting homework; teachers, friends, and even family.
dirty and filthy child sex fantasies (ouch).
many more.,

so, in short, do sth about that. save ur child from these things. dont say i didnt warned you. huhu.
and child, kids like shin chan may seems very cool, but behold the true him; be-friend them never.

thanks to anonymous for the question.

Ask me anything

Sunday, April 11, 2010

what would u like your name to be if it is not fitri?HAHA

dear readers,
this is one of the best questions i've got in care to ask more.

wow, this is real hard.
so, let start with my name. hardly known as Mohamad Fitri, which mean, Mohamad; the name of our great prophet, unless, the spelling was wrong, because of the interpretations on Arabic language seems very confusing. no people, can figure this thing out fromits shell and nest at the very moment, i believe. The second name, which is Fitri, from a book, in my collections, means, clean and hygiene. i wonder if its right. i was born in 2nd of syawal, Hari Raya. huhuhu. n thats why i got my name.

now lets get back to the question.
what would i like my name to be if its not fitri, let say, from my favourite artist, band, and everyone, i would like to be named; Nur Firdaus. and its not even connected to bands etc. hahaha. the point is, the deep meaning. Nur stands for Lights. which in deep will occasionally mean, the guide to good life. ei? (idk). the second name; Firdaus, which is the name of a heaven. the best one. whatever names you got, dont think,it has nothing to do with your life. every name, have a meaning, and words is more than words,its a pray. when you called somebody's name and they answer it, it can be considered as a prayer for them, for example; you called me; Fitri!, and i answer yes. that means, you pray for my hygiene. get the acumen? thanks for the question Hanis Solehah.

Ask me anything

Friday, April 9, 2010

friday's dilemmas.

dear beloved readers,

i'm writing about my dilemmas on friday; last night.

so, as usual, friday in the eastern zone, particularly, kelantan, is a great day for an escaped to a world of our own; of life and no work. in short, holiday.
but, the last day of hardwork that pays to the people living in other zone in malaysia.

however, i'm having loads of dilemmas. lets start.

i woke up from my deep sleep when its time, and the time is; when its about 15 minutes before Jumaat prayer. and heres the dilemma. i dont want to wake up early, its holiday, c'mon, no one wants to get up that early. the dilemma is caused by my conscience.


"eh, fitri, dont get up early, you'll have to take bath twice, first; before breakfast, then, second time for jumaat prayer, dont get up laaaa".
"you will have to change more clothes too. if u just stay asleep, you'll be in ur pyjamas and when u wake up to go to jumaat prayer, you can simply take a bath and change to ur baju melayu, does that save more time and water.=P"

but it seems that other force keeps waking me up. my mom. haha.

thats the first dilemma.
here goes the second one.

the conscience again;

"go nowhere, you wont have to change from your baju melayu"

thats another dilemma.
but, when, the family planned to go and visit mishpuchah or even shopping mall, i have to change and that is against my conscience.

do you know the point of writing this entry?
to tell you that i'm deeply in stress because all of the outside force that keeps telling me to disobey my loyal conscience.
tension! urgh!

thats it. thanks,.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

those culprits again.

dear readers,

remember those culprits, who broke in and stole some things in my house?
i wrote about them in previous post. if u didnt have the chance to read it, worry no more.
click here for the post.

so, here i am, writing about them, AGaIN!

how awful could they be? extremely.

since the last time, they went into my house, there are more.
three more houses in a single night, in my housing estate were broke in on last night.

considering such a havoc, people should regret themselves due to their highly-egoistic-more to moronic brain of not reporting those cases to the responsible authority, police.
this is because those culprits were having a bash from peoples hard work.
therefore, the act of not reporting those crime scene to the police, raised up no awareness to those shit people and led them to do more illegal things and as the result, people suffer.

since my house were broke into, my dad lodged a police report. the police came to our house and did their job. but it seems hopeless. and i'm starting to get sick of they too. =P!

but, realizing the state of alert, my dad, took actions. he called the police in Bukit Aman. (why so jauh?) and talk to the police there, and they guaranteed that they will conduct more search.

or shouldnt they hire a super-minded-detective who understands criminally-taught-pro minds.?

thats more like it.

its not like i'm blaming those cops for not doing something, but it seems that they, dont even care about us. its not the property we were concerned about, but, they safety of the housing area. we're all are put in a highly-hazardous state whereby, we cant even leave our house. and the feeling is, seriously, pathetic.

to make it more interesting, they're thinking about making a report to Aduan Rakyat.
haha. gila glamour.
what do you think they could do with this? haha.

thats all people. thanks.

Monday, April 5, 2010

officially eighteen.

dear readers.

060492 in memory.

song playing; "Happy Birthday To you"

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to FITRI, happy birthday to you!

my inbox keeps on collecting thousands of mail of people wishing me happy birthday, my phone ran out of battery because of lots of vibrations due to texts, facebook keeps giving me notifications, oh, how i am thrilled for today.

Because time itself is like a spiral, something special happens on your birthday each year: The same energy that God invested in you at birth is present once again. - Menachem Mendel Schneerson

the saying, is rebut-able.

yes, God gave us the same energy, yet, what you're about to read is perfectly, considerable and logic with no fallacies on the other hand.

heres the hypothesis;

the greater the age, the greater the responsibilities.

hypothesis is accepted btw.

technically, as we grow older, we have more responsibilities and more things to talk and share with which are also called as experiences.

well, to me, not much experience i gained as i went to boarding school for 5 years. feels like i am a persona non grata. a france word for the words unwanted person.

universities, paperwork, jobs etc will be ahead of you. in short, life.
all of us are well told that, children under 18, are prohibited from doing all sorts of things. pity.
but when you're old enough, the conscience will tell you, how hard it is to grow older with time.

it keeps telling you;

"hey, you're old enough to do amazing things"

two and last (the hardest part)
"hey, you're old, work your tuche up, and earn something for a living, get up."

hearing to the first one sooth us, yea, what do we say,

but, on the other hand, the second one, scared the hell out of me. jobs, people around us, commanding us to do things, etc, seriously, its mind-boggling.

but, hey, listen to this quote;

You are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely

but, the consequences are deadly severe.
you may end up like a rat in a hole.
dont be.

its amazing how conscience taught us to write, some said that, its the murmur of the heart.
and what do i care about all this, all i know is "joi de vivrae"
i'll sure do. i'll do so.

"Happy birthday Abe"mom and dad uttered some simple words with loving gestures.

i just love you guys.
thats all. thanks.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

SONG COVER: Hari ini dan semalam by 6ixth Sense

dear readers and listeners,

i'm touched by your support of keep downloading my song cover. its a pleasure to entertain you guys.

so, i want to tell you this, that i'll be back active at blogging from now on. more post to come, just wait and follow me.

so, as a start, i'll let you listen free my new song cover on the song popularized by 6ixth Sense, Hari ini dan semalam.

click to download.
Hari ini dan Semalam Piano Cover by Fitri.mp3

or alternately, you just can listen it here; wait for the buffered player.

thats it.

heres the previous downloaded songs by me;



Hari ini dan Semalam Piano Cover by Fitri.mp3

Hazy Piano Cover.mp3

i believe i can fly.mp3

I Turn to you Piano Cover by Fitri.mp3

The Climb Piano Cover by Fitri.mp3

This is me Piano Cover by Fitri.mp3

When You're Gone and Keep Holding on Mashed-up Piano Cover by Fitri.mp3