Many old blogger friends have also come and gone, making me view blogging as perhaps a transitional phase in our lives. Perhaps we need blogs in our teens and as we make the transition from school to work, but as we shed our skins and become working professionals, we tend to leave our blogger personalities behind. - Ridjal (Podah.com).

I guess both you and I have come to a conclusion that I have been a rather fickle blogger these past few months. In no way will I contest that opinion for even I accept that very fact. Five years ago, I would have no qualms in spending hours jotting down my thoughts and emotions. Today, things have changed.

Blogging no longer gives me the kicks like it used to, and I am no longer that interested in actively engaging myself in online communities. Likewise, an increase in statistics or monetary pay-off does not leave me with a sense of satisfaction. Thus, due to all of the above and so much more, I have decided to end the Fingersdontfing.com that all of you have come to love/hate.

I could have just left my last entry as the one before this, but because throughout these five years I have made numerous friends and acquaintances whose only means of ‘catching up’ with me is through this site, I feel that I should say a formal goodbye to everyone. After all, no one likes to be left hanging, yes?

(BTW no, this is not a joke. I’m downright serious. So please continue read this lengthy entry for these are the final words that I have to say. Thanks aight!)

First and foremost, a big thank you to all my readers who have stuck around for all these years, and let it be stressed enough that I have benefited tons from your kind words and encouragements in the darkest of times. Many of you have seen (or rather, read) me grow up from the silly little adolescent I once was, battling on whether to be a poseur mod or a poseur punk, into this lady who’s still silly and little, but battling on more important issues that is life.

I cannot express enough on how each and everyone of you who keep coming back, have ever written me a comment, sent me an e-mail or beeped me on MSN, have brought at least a moment of happiness in my life. It might seem like an over exaggeration, but trust me, for a person who does not have much self confidence in herself, the help and concern poured onto me has made growing up a much easier thing to do. So, thank you so, so much.

I would also like to take the opportunity to extend my sincerest apologies if anything I have ever written has unintentionally caused hurt to anyone. This blog holds home to many of my opinions, and as human beings, no two humans can be on the same page on every single thing. In the expressing of my opinions, I might have stepped on someone’s toes but trust me, I have no intention at all to hurt.

In any case, I cannot recall any incident in which I have written something with the intention of hurting, but if I had ever done so, from the bottom of my heart, I am sorry.

Lastly, the reason why I am not pulling the life support for Fingersdontfing, is because this blog holds too much important memories for me. Love found, lost and found again, downfalls of friendships and the sowing of new ones, tears and joys. If Dumbledore has his pensieve, I shall have my blog :)

Also, the name ‘Fingersdontfing’ has long became a synonym to my own name, and to me, it would be a robbery of my own identity if someone were to buy the name over. Afterall, Fingersdontfing Petom does not sound as nice as Fingersdontfing Faddy, does it? Kekeke…

Because I love writing, I might find a place to write sometime in the future. But as for now, the curtains are closing after the final scene and I take my place back in the stands with all of you. I wish you all the best that life has to offer, and I hope you’ll pray that I find my peace.

So long, kids, and goodbye…

Day in, day out, doing the exact same things just so that I can feed my needs. How I wish I could run away and have a good, long break, free of ANY responsibilities and just have a jolly good time…

Sadly life isn’t as such and well, a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do. Sigh… Wish I was a kid again :’(

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Last Sunday my aunt opened her doors to her newly bought condo to all the relatives and I am totally floored with the place. Named Ris Grandeur (which was easy to locate, given that it was a stone throw’s away from Shaz’s place), I have to say I am IN LOVE with the location!

Sitting at her bedroom balcony, the never ending gust of wind which was coming from God Knows Where buoyed me to sleep right there and then, only to be waken up by my young cousin who poked me and asked, “Kak Dilah buat ape?” (TIDO LA DUH, HAHA)

I sat there for a long time, just feeling my hair fly (heh heh rebonded mah), overlooking the humongous resort-like pools (plural, mind you) and listening to the cousins’ overjoyed splashing around and hoots of laughter. Over and over again, I lamented to myself how great it would be to live in such a place, where the whole environment creates a sense of a perpetual holiday.

And then I found out the price of the condo hahahaha… Suffice to say my bubbles burst right there and then :P Ah wells… Who knows, eh?

I campaign for a 4 days work week! This is so that the weekends will last for 3 days, leaving ample time for me to divide it between people close to heart. Friday for friends, Saturday for the boyfriend and Sunday for the family :) I think that the proportion is just nice and sounds more appealing as opposed to 5-2 which is SO unbalanced.

Anyone wanna vote me as the next MP? Kekeke…

P/s. ***** prices up 10% :( I just hope I can save up on time to avoid another rise in prices.

It is a common consensus that the Mrt holds host to many bewildering stories on human behavior. Other than the lively discussions we’ve had on Mrt Rides Part 1 and Part 2, a scroll through Stomp.sg will give one endless food for thought on what kind on characters exist in Singapore nowadays. For a moment I’d like to step aside from the chaos of depraved teenage boys or broken-hearted Minahs, and look at the ‘normal’ commuters aboard.

I think that many of us are in the same boat, where, bored out of our wits sitting in a seemingly endless journey, our eyes start roving about looking at the people around. While some like to give a once-over on a person’s clothes and move on, I have this thing where I would ’study’ the person. This means that I would look at his clothes, his behavior, and from there, make a deduction on his lifestyle or history.

Of course, I know in the end that my deductions are baseless and can never be proven, but it just gives me a kick to feel as if I can read this stranger sitting in front of me. I feel that if I keep this conclusions to myself, and always keep a reminder that my thoughts are purely fiction, I cause no harm to anyone.

A few nights back whilst I was on the way home, I sat across a young family of four. To the extreme left was a Eurasian Mum, complete with blonde hair, freckles and blue eyes. In her arms which were covered with the short sleeves of a plain t-shirt, was her son who could be in the range of 7-8 months. The son, giggling and smiling widely at the antics of his mother, was a cross between her as well as his Chinese father, seated on the right. Between the parents, their young daughter, probably 4 years of age, sat playing with a ragged doll.

As I sat opposite them, I noticed the father, decked in office attire albeit in a very slipshod manner, staring into space as if deep in thought. His hands in his pocket (which were filled to the brim with crumpled paper), he kept looking at his shoes, oblivious to his two children next to him, as well as his wife, who was actually talking to him. On his face, to me, etched a million worries and concerns, and most importantly, a sense of weariness and resignation.

The wife who finally realized that her husband was only there in body, gave his hand a slight nudge and gave him a smile. The husband lifted his head for a moment, nodded, and continued staring at nothing. Sensing this, the wife gave her husband one last look, sighed, and reduced herself to silence.

This tension ran for the next few stations, until their stop finally arrived. Promptly, the mom got up carrying her son in her arms, heaved a huge haversack over her back, held her daughter’s little hands and left only the echoes from her well-worn slippers. The father, he took his time getting up, stuffed his hands back into his pocket which now, had papers halfway out, and dragged himself behind them. His mouth twitched into a grim line, as if preparing himself to face the hard realities now that his short escape on the Mrt ride was over.

As the doors closed behind them, I felt a tinge of sadness. In my head, I had conjured up images of the couple in happier times, before the cold hard facts of life and heavy responsibilities caught up with them. To me, it was a waste that the father, in his pursuit to provide for his household and make ends meet, was too exhausted and drained of energy to ‘be’ a husband and a father. As for the mom, I could see that she was trying so damn hard to please her husband and help in whatever ways she could, but had to bear with a lukewarm response from him.

Thus in that Mrt ride, I got myself a reminder that many a times as we are carried with the highs and lows of lives, as we struggle against the currents, we tend to misplace the people who are there to help us in the first place. It is sad how two people who love each other enough to promise their lifetime together, could be so distant after a few years.

I don’t know about you, but the prospect of that scares and saddens the hell out of me :(

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