tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74889901895615361632024-03-06T12:10:39.453+08:00Qualms of Lifealifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-73866624537488177672010-10-10T22:16:00.002+08:002010-10-10T22:18:22.339+08:00The little book that I hope would change my life<blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" >The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari</span></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >A good read. I just so happen to read it because it's a bestseller not knowing of it's powers. Let's hope this is the turning point that I needed in life. =)</span></span>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-48614465095566408542009-12-30T14:14:00.003+08:002010-01-01T11:52:41.923+08:00The 2010 year<div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">For some it’s the time for reflections</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">It’s that point of time to get that checklist of resolutions written a year back</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Scratch off those things you’ve done and wonder at why the heck we didn’t manage to do the ones that we’ve set our mind to do</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Not for me though.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">I guess I’m just being stubborn and adamant that just because the year changes, doesn’t mean it has to be the point for reflection, of resolutions.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Instead of a yearly evaluation kind of person I would rather think of myself as more of a ‘evaluate when needed’ kind.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Pretty random, yes, but it works just as well if not better.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Fast response time I would say and lesser idle time.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">(At least that’s what I told myself to believe =P )</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">So for those of you thinking of what resolutions to set for the coming year,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Good Luck! May you get all the rabbit’s foot, four leaf clover, horse shoe to equip you for year 2010</span></p></div></div>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-6457910330061214052009-11-15T09:43:00.003+08:002009-11-15T09:50:11.772+08:0015th November 2009<div style="text-align: justify;">Exams are over. At least for now. I did averagely well I think. But that doesn't matter anymore. Because it's over and done with. In a few hours time, I'll be heading to pick lil miss lia and we're off to Port Dickson. Going with our friends. Staying over for a night. She has work tomorrow. So I'll have to wake her up extra early and head back to KL in the wee hours. She's working now. I'll be workin soon too. Plus in December, she's starting her Masters PLUS working. I won't get to see her as much. But I'll try harder =) Booked flight tickets to Kota Kinabalu in May. May 11th-16th 2010. RM254 for 3 flight tickets to and fro. Damn that's cheap. But then the flight tickets might not be transferable so if it isn't then I've just wasted one seat. Oh well. RM254 for 2 person is still considered cheap anyways.</div>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-73677092576678860102009-10-31T12:42:00.002+08:002009-10-31T12:44:27.638+08:00The Count<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">It's Saturday the 31st.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><b>13 more days til the end of my finals</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><b>=)</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">p.s I'm not an all american reject hardcore fan but i got free tickets for the concert later!!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">p.p.s Weeeeeeeeeee</span></span></span></div>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-64575778992275266572009-10-19T17:00:00.002+08:002009-10-19T17:26:59.624+08:00The Race is NowWhat race you might be wondering. <div>Probably its more of a mental race I would say. </div><div>I am racing against time. </div><div>Racing against the things that denies me passage.</div><div>Racing against everything else.</div><div><br /></div><div>Shall I just sit on my loins as time passes by,</div><div>I'm not.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going all out.</div><div>I'll do what I can.</div><div>the best I can.</div><div>And then I shall sit back and watch the success it will leave behind.</div><div><br /></div><div>Exams, AIESEC, datelines and what nots.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's all in a days' work for me =)</div>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-6084943724081125422009-09-25T09:19:00.002+08:002009-09-25T09:30:58.371+08:00Me and Music<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Since I've stopped taking my guitar lessons after Form 5 I've never actually learned something on my own. Maybe it's because there's nobody to push me. No reason to learn. Because at the end of the day, I play the guitar because I want to. Because it's one of the ways I can really just express myself (albeit most of the time when I'm doing that I'm in my JAZZ mode). </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After I went into matriculation and then on to university plus AIESEC and all that I just can't seem to find the time to play my guitar anymore. Not only my guitar so to say, but rather, with music. Last week, I took out the didgeridoo that my dad bought. Put on some beeswax and started learning how to play it =) Then i started to stop and listen. Listen to the sounds that it produces, doesn't matter if it sucks now but I'll practice whenever I have the chance =) I also changed my guitar strings and finally manage to got my lazy ass up to the guitar store to change the strings to my Floyd Rose guitar.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Music is back in my life. Well I hope it stays.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Right now I have to figure out a way to remember all those skills I've lost on the guitar.</span></span></span></div>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-22688129159636424462009-09-16T21:24:00.003+08:002009-09-16T21:34:39.792+08:00Back on track<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Life is finally back on track.. After all the crazy rollercoaster rides with Xcapade UM and AIESEC International Congress 09 in the Palace of the Golden Horses and numerous classes and even mid term exams being left out. I am finally back!</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Hari Raya is coming and this year believe it or not I feel like buying a pair of Baju Melayu. Unfortunately, i don't think I can manage to get one. With the packed schedule and my brother who's in Melaka. Well maybe we can afford some last minute shopping. My family never fail to do that last minute shopping the night before raya =p Oh and this year my open house will be scaled down teehee. Yup sorry guys, i have to do it. What with last year having about 50 of my friends coming (not including my bro and parents' friends). My dad said this year maximum 25 people only =p</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So i guess it's difficult for me this time around. If you invite 1 person, then u have to invite another person.. and when u invite another person, you have to invite 3 more persons.. =S</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Imagine what its like being choosy and picky with who to invite. Might as well invite everyone right? =p</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Selamat Hari Raya guys. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Maaf Zahir dan Batin </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div></div>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-46068535179295295032009-09-15T08:20:00.002+08:002009-09-15T08:26:58.864+08:00I'm back.. i hope<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">More than a month since my previous post! </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">I've been so caught up with a lot of things that I guess time just flies. With Xcapade UM in Port Dickson, AIESEC International Congress 09 in the Palace of the Golden Horses for almost 2 weeks and right after that i had 5 freaking test and quizes within 12 days! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Life's crazy right now. Well its bearable but of course me being me I would always want to complain :p</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Right now I'm in the middle of starting my thesis. Which means numerous visits to the Tribology Lab. Hari Raya is coming! Green packets!! Woohooo!! =)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Stay tuned for my next post :)</span></span></div>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-62982191791020316522009-08-08T21:42:00.003+08:002009-08-08T21:57:21.877+08:00The Kid Called Me<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">I was watching the movie Jack starring Robin Williams just now and a funny thing came to mind.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br />Have you ever tried to picture how you would look like when you're 60?</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Well I tried but I just can't imagine how I would look like.<br /><br />This boyish face of mine doesn't seem to fit into a 60 year old man's body. I just can't.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Then I tried to imagine myself 'growing' up. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Being an adult.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Acting like one.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">But I don't want to.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">People say that there is a kid in all of us.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">The kid in me isn't hiding.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">It's there right in front of me every time I'm staring into the mirror</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">That's me. The kid. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Albeit a 22 year old one :)</span>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-35431041502358271522009-08-06T09:36:00.004+08:002009-08-06T09:51:21.941+08:00Reflections and Feelings of the Moment<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><p>Finally have the urge to write something</p><blockquote></blockquote></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">Now comes the 'what should I write about part' <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">I have a meeting with a lecturer from IMU later. As I was calling Dr. Syed just a few minutes ago I can't help but wonder what I've turned into after only a few years in AIESEC. <blockquote></blockquote>I still remembered during my 1st year in UM, marketing calls make me shiver. Tremble. But now, I'm so getting used to it that it seems like an everyday job. Wow.. I've gone through a lot throughout this few years :) <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><div align="justify">It's been exactly a week since I've met Lia. At first it was her CC Trip to Langkawi. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">Now she's home quarantined. Tested positive of Influenza A but unsure whether its H1N1 or not though</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote>I hope she gets better. Coz I really really miss her a lot :( </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote>Luckily i guess her DT in India really did prepare the both of us for this. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">We know things are going to change. And it DID.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">But by now, after India, we're prepared for the changes and accepting it :)</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote>*hugs* see you soon lia!!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></div>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-77692603561564627262009-07-29T23:16:00.001+08:002009-07-29T23:27:09.684+08:00Just Feel Wrong<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">Its been crazy running around doing loads of things and somehow it just doesnt seem right.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">My life shouldn't be like this.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">Gotta do something about it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">and FAST.</span>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-85407548463272308342009-07-11T22:51:00.003+08:002009-07-11T23:02:26.812+08:00Lectures oh darling lectures :)<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;">After more than 6 months i finally started classes!!</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;">and as usual for the 1st week, i didn't skip any... yet =p</span></span><br /><blockquote></blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;">Well I've chosen my thesis title.. Although its not something I would want to do if given the choice but hey it serves me right for not choosing it sooner. It's something to do with lubricating oil in engines and a four ball machine. (I have no idea what that is)</span></span><br /><blockquote></blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;">Oh and the usual classes with lecturers which most of them I'm familiar with. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;">Well can't really say i'm really familiar with some of them considering i skipped most of their classes heheh</span></span><br /><blockquote></blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;">The highlight was definitely my sitar class! French class was good too but sitar class just overshadows the rest. </span></span><blockquote></blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"><blockquote></blockquote>I felt, connected again to music. Something i've always enjoyed doing. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;">It's been quite a few years since I've felt so connected to music. Particularly a musical instrument :) </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;">I felt at ease while playing. The pain while sitting on a yoga posture to play the instrument was chuck way back into my mind. Mind over matter. <blockquote></blockquote>Yup. That's what i keep telling myself =p</span></span><br /><blockquote></blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;">As for AIESEC, I'm in the MC office 5 times a week and i feel like a full timer. Work starts pretty slowly for me but towards the end of the week i pushed it up a notch. Not fast enough to my liking though. <blockquote></blockquote></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;">I'll do better next week. I'll survive. I'll pull through. Like I always have ;)</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;">Lia's coming back on Thursday :)</span></span><br /></div>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-45214624447591680492009-06-29T16:46:00.003+08:002009-06-29T16:57:23.950+08:00Last few days at work<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">It's my 2nd last day at work.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">I have nothing to do.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">Well for the past month or so i barely have anything to do</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">The different thing about today is I'm bored AND I'm feeling restless. <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">It's like when you're having your exams and you've gone through all your exam papers except for that 1 final paper. <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">You can't wait to finish the paper and leave it all behind you.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">That's what i'm feeling right now!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">I'm already in my holiday mood!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">so restless!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">arghh!!!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote>p.s - 17 days til lia comes back :)</span></div>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-19215702562702327332009-06-24T12:06:00.002+08:002009-06-24T12:59:00.611+08:00What's After SPM<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">Last week I got an e-mail from </span><a href="http://www.whatsafterspm.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">www.whatsafterspm.blogspot.com</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#33ff33;"> and they told me that my story was selected to be published in a little book titled What’s After SPM. So what did I write about? Well below is the original version of what I’ve written to be published. They did a few altering with my version adding some bombastic words here n there but at the end, it still sounds like me which I truly appreciate them doing. I can only write a maximum of 800 words so enjoy!!</span><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">The Journey</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><br />I chose to study Mechanical Engineering and luckily for me, I was accepted into Universiti Malaya to pursue a degree in Mechanical Engineering. Out of the 8 choices I had put in my list of course selection I actually managed to get my first choice! But to tell you the truth I was happier that I got into UM rather than the course I was offered. UM being just 30minutes away from home and 15minutes to Mid Valley and One Utama Shopping mall made me smile even more gratifyingly. I thought to myself, “Wow, I’m gonna be a university student soon” and that’s that.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">The day came and I step put into the lecture hall of Malaysia’s Top Public University (or so it claimed). The first thing that struck me was wow, all these people, the whole 91 of them taking this course are going to be my course mates for the next (fingers crossed) FOUR years.<br />As days gone by, I started to realize how different it was studying back in high school and the NOW that I live in. Back in those days, my friends are from various race and religion and they speak understandable English. But now, out of the 91 UNIVERSITY STUDENTS taking the same course as me, only about a handful speaks decent English. How can these people be here in the first place? To top it all off, there is a vile thing that’s happening in most public university and it is called polarization and no I’m not talking about those colourful polarization effects that we get from science experiments but rather I’m talking about RACIAL POLARIZATION. </span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">In lecture halls you see people sitting in groups easily distinguishable by skin colour, language and the like. We live in a country so multicultural, so varied, many different races and religions living in peace and harmony. But is that all there is to it? Do we just merely live WITH other races or do we include other races into our daily lives. Do we accept them as one of our own or do we merely acknowledge their existence and carry out with our own daily things we do.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">I hated the fact that our public institution cultivates minds like these. Great minds in a polarized society. I hate the fact that students are so engrossed in their studies while their social and soft skills are left untouched. I hated the fact that university students from a public institution can’t speak proper English! I searched high and low, trying to make a difference, making a mark, finding for loopholes in this polarized society and one day out of nowhere, I stumbled upon AIESEC.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">It seems to me to be the only one society or organization in university which accepts you for who you are not because of what your race is or what not. I discovered a place I want to be in. AIESEC is an international youth organization, claiming to be the world’s largest youth organization, acknowledged by the United Nations for upholding what they envision which is Peace and Fulfillment of Humankind’s Potential. They achieve this by providing youths with these 3 main things. </span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">1) International internship programs<br />2) Global Learning Environment<br />3) Leadership Opportunities </span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">Through AIESEC, I felt a place where I belong throughout the 3 years of my university life. The longer I am in AIESEC, the more it opened my eyes to the outside world; a world where people are all the same but somewhat different and unique with one another. Now it’s my 3rd year in AIESEC and I’m currently leading a team of 5 great individuals (2 Chinese, 1 Malay, 1 Indian and 1 Eurasian) and together we are managing an AIESEC Local Chapter in Universiti Malaya with 32 people under us, changing people’s lives through our Exchange Program each day. Next semester, I’ll be in the National Committee. Working closely with 10 other individuals from various universities we will be the top leaders of an organization in Malaysia comprising of more than 500 members. Exposing me to skills even most adults find hard to comprehend. The skill of managing people; unpredictable individuals which we all are. It thought me how to be a leader.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">I’ve come to love this organization for the simple fact that it does not discriminate. Whether you’re a Malay, Chinese, Indian, Kadazan, Iban or whatever race, you CAN be an AIESECer. I’ve stayed so long because it has provided youths like you and me with a platform to speak their mind and do great things. I believe I’ve found my purpose in life through AIESEC. Found a place which accepted me, anyone for that matter. So long as learning is the reason you come to AIESEC. Then learning you shall get. I am an AIESECer.<br /><br />Mohamad Alif<br /> </span></div>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-25463439242583266492009-06-09T11:41:00.006+08:002009-06-09T12:58:36.709+08:00Habit<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#33ff33;">Have you ever wondered what would happen to people if they don't have habits.It could be the flick of the hair, a pause in a sentence, sniffing out loudly or so many more things.Imagine if all of us are free of habits. </span></div><blockquote><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote><div align="justify"><span style="color:#33ff33;">Well i think habits are what makes us unique, distinct to one another.You may or may not have known of the many habits that you have and it could be good or bad, irritating or acceptable but what's more important is the fact that it's difficult to change it once its a habit. </span></div><blockquote><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote><div align="justify"></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#33ff33;">Have you ever been put into a situation when u were doing something unconciously (ie: rubbing your chin) and that out of a sudden you came to realise what you're doing and reacted in a way that you have no idea why the heck you're doing this. </span></div><blockquote><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ff33;">Habit lies in the sub-concious mind. </span></div><blockquote><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote><div align="justify"><span style="color:#33ff33;">The more frequent we do something, the more sub-concious it could be. Take driving for instance. There were a few occasions when I was driving along a familiar road when i realize that my sub-concious mind took over. It's like you didn't even realize that you're actually driving until you reach home! </span></div><blockquote><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote><div align="justify"></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#33ff33;">It's weird. If i am free from habits. I won't be cracking my knuckles once in awhile. I won't be flicking my hair. Or the other things i have yet to realize that i always do. </span></div><blockquote><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote><div align="justify"><span style="color:#33ff33;">There are good habits and bad ones. Of course i'm not gonna spill out my bad habits heheh but that's not the point. The point is, if people don't have habits, they wouldn't be people.They would be monotonous beings, more precisely, a robot. They would be perfect. Too perfect for my liking.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#33ff33;"><blockquote><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></blockquote>Why am i writing this blog? Could be a habit.. You just gotta find the pattern i suppose</span></span></div>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-46825537626716941702009-05-29T23:33:00.004+08:002009-05-31T09:00:59.889+08:00The Morning Blues<div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >A few weeks back i had the chance of taking the Putra LRT during the morning peak hours. Its been awhile since I've actually taken the train(thanks to me car =p ). I never thought I would live to see this day. The day when fellow Malaysians actually queued up in front of the doors to the trains to get in.. Well its not really a line and there are those few ignorant fools jumping queues but what the heck! There was actually something that resembles an orderly queue as I was waiting for the train. I was smirking my way as I squeezed my way through the train resembling that can of sardine people always compare to when its so freaking packed and compact. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ></span></blockquote></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >After awhile standing, trying my very best to keep myself erect (literally) and looking around I realised that I was feeling so solemn. I looked at the person next to me. then the lady on the other side. Then i turned all over looking at each of the people's faces around me and it struck me with a blow!! None of them are smiling! Everyone are like walking zombie's lost in their own world. Thinking of the 'what would i do if i wasn't stuck on a sardine train, thought. Everyone's eyes we're staring dead into space. <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" >I decided that i wouldn't be like them. So i smiled. I smiled as if it smiling would keep me alive. As if it's the happiest day in my life. SMILE people SMILE!! <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" >It doesn't really matter if you have a reason to or not. Coz smiling just makes the world a better place. for YOU, ME and THEM</span></div>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-66395095117763161782009-05-22T11:07:00.002+08:002009-05-22T11:22:58.410+08:00Gone are the days<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">This post is dedicated to the.. gone are the days things of hostel life... Coz now i'm actually living at home!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Gone are the days when ....</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">1. Food is served on time 3 times a day</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">2. Curfew is meant for the publics' oppinion on university students' safety and not for students (Coz the UM pak guard doesnt bother anyway)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">3. Random late night movie dates</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">4. Late night/early morning parties</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">5. Random yum char sessions at places too hard to comprehend.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">6. Sudden AIESEC meetings </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">7. Others which i can't think of right now..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">Gone are those days... sigh</span>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-87304078235905257542009-05-20T10:08:00.003+08:002009-05-20T11:30:30.768+08:0013 days and 56 more to go<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"> It's been 13 days since she left. About 56 more days until she comes back. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">It's been hard sometimes,most of the time, needing someone to talk to. She's always there for me physically the 3 years and 5 months we've been together. Well now she's still there for me i guess. Just not physically.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">I yearn for her. Now more than ever before. I miss having her near me. Just having to drive at most an hour to see her. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">I'm waiting for your return lil lia. and i yearn for u. now n always.</span>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-83061809690450650352009-05-11T22:21:00.002+08:002009-05-11T22:53:37.074+08:00lil miss lia<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">Lia left on Friday. She went to the land where gandhi was born. The land so vast and so rapidly booming while at the same time so traditional. The land called INDIA. Why of all places did she choose india? Well firstly its because its within her budget and the other reason is because she wants to experience how its like to be in a country like India. Which the world populace portrays as somewhat a dangerous overly populated country. She chose india so that she can experience those things, and to see whether india truly is what the media has said it was.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">I miss her dearly. She left with a good cause.. and i supported her all the way through.. but deep down inside... i feel like grabbing her close to me n not letting her go. hugging her tightly with my head lying ontop hers.. breathing in the sweet smell of the perfume that i gave her.. not wanting to let her move away no matter what the reason is.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">It'll be 65 more days until i get to see her again. I'm glad i have numbers to count down to. counting the days. knowing that she's gonna come back. I hate not knowing. Cant imagine her being away from me and without me knowing when she's coming back. at least i know.. at least i know.. and for that.. i'll wait.. willingly.. patiently.. and hopelessly in love..</span>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-34983879487994820042009-04-26T22:47:00.008+08:002009-04-27T22:54:10.517+08:00A job offer i CAN resist<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjal8JRVlZwfb5Bv5w0ejUcfAbkYwjeg94TdYnbfqlvMB9II-C4TUli_WAUJfIgsebenx2a6MLQV24_WOACa7K4Zy_L2ODh5yp8S_5qFGb7PGOc_kxpXqP0sZcFe-S93A2HKJ1GZ_5xOZU/s1600-h/globe.gif"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329029988195188818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjal8JRVlZwfb5Bv5w0ejUcfAbkYwjeg94TdYnbfqlvMB9II-C4TUli_WAUJfIgsebenx2a6MLQV24_WOACa7K4Zy_L2ODh5yp8S_5qFGb7PGOc_kxpXqP0sZcFe-S93A2HKJ1GZ_5xOZU/s320/globe.gif" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#cccccc;"><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The economic situation right now seems to be affecting everyone. You see a rise in the number of the jobless. Retrenched. Let go. Fired. For the lucky ones who still has a job, they either have to:</span><br /></span></div><ol><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Work harder</span> </span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">Salary cut </span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Transfered to a far away place</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></div></li></ol><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">Amidst all this things happening to people all around me, I was actually offered a job. A job which actually pays well. A job which i can start right after i graduate one year from now. You probably would have thought "Wow what the heck did he do to get offered a job right after he graduate" or "Lucky Bastard! Everyone's looking for jobs but you're offered one a year in advance" but instead, as i was sitting in the office, sitting overlooking my boss as he was telling me about "working something out" for me i was thinking of ways to say no to him. I was trying to recall what the heck did I do wrong to make him so impressed with me. This isn't suppose to be like this!! It's a short term thing! All this while as I was talking to him I fixed my face with that silly grin of mine. While still holding that grin I told him : </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"I'll see how lar"</span> </span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"></p></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cccccc;">I have plans. And it involves at least going overseas working in different environments, a whole different country. My plans involve AIESEC even after i graduate. At least for an Exchange program. It's true when people say anything can happen and heck i'm a true believer in those words but to me for the time being... that's what i wanna do. </span></span></div><div><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Sorry boss. Maybe after 2 perhaps 3 years from now ;) Either that or u better make me one hell of an offer i can't resist </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </div></span>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-53898871555776934882009-04-24T22:28:00.004+08:002009-04-24T23:10:00.314+08:00Exams.. how i miss you<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#33ff33;">I feel really isolated and alone right now... </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">I'm sitting on my red plastic chair criss-crossing my leg on my side of the room in this abode i call 'home' for the past 3 years of university life cursing at this god forsaken hand-me-down laptop from my dad. I just watched Valkyrie halfway through and suddenly it all goes slow motion and i can't take it anymore!! My roomate is half studying while the other half of his attention is else where between facebooking and humming a tune. This past week was the only week since January that i actually came back from work and actually manage to be in my room the latest at 7pm. My life revolves around AIESEC and Lia of course :) It's not that I've never noticed it before but I didn't know that life is so boring without both of them. No more meetings til late nights, dinner dates, hanging out at mamak sessions. I'm gonna miss those things. Instead of meetings now we have daily reminders, dinner dates turn into a quick bite or some tapau food, and hanging out at mamak stalls turn into me going back to my room being alone. I'll be staying at home next semester, no more late night mamak-ing for me. Instead, i'll be home with my mom, just the two of us on alternate months (since my dad is only around on alternate months) while my brother will be venturing his new beginning into University or pre-U (depending on what he gets).</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">I miss exams... i hate working... </span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">but then again people always want what they don't have. </span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">At this moment, i don't have classes and exams.. gosh how i miss skipping em ;)</span></span>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-3119543971154330472009-04-10T23:31:00.002+08:002009-04-11T09:02:16.238+08:00yasmin ahmad<span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">Need i say more??</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"><a href="http://yasminthefilmmaker.blogspot.com/">click HERE to jump on to her blog</a></span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">The short clip she posted recently gave tears to my eye :')</span></span>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-5817164370190748232009-04-09T22:37:00.003+08:002009-04-09T22:47:30.920+08:00One more year to go<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">Well have you ever thought what would happen to you in a few years time?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">I used to spend a lot of time reflecting about the past and contemplating about the future but lately i just don't seem to have enough of those "moments"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">I have approximately 1 more year as a student! Then i'll be off into the working world. I'm afraid to be honest. Afraid to face the world. This seemingly nice and peaceful reality we're currently in at the moment. Wait til you get yourself into the working world!! Imagine actually having to earn for a living. Put up with god knows what kind of bosses and working with god knows what kind of colleagues. It seems that life really isn't all that nice and sweet with silver linings in each and every cloud. I yearn to stay longer in this place called university. To just be in classes you can skip. Not sitting on your desk from 8-5 (Or worse standing on site from 8-5)!! I've gone through only 3 months of my internship and while i've learnt a lot from it I'm still just scared of having a working life. A working life without a life.. you work.. and work.. and earn.. and for what?? </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">May I have what i have right now til the last of my days. Now and always.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">What is it you might ask?? Well just the feeling of being contented i guess ;)</span>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-5107719682748501182009-03-17T09:37:00.002+08:002009-03-17T09:39:39.332+08:00Relativism<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;">For there are no right and there are no wrong. Just something somewhat better relative to another.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">-ALif's theory of relativity, relativism-</span>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-22323534642209916592009-02-24T10:54:00.000+08:002009-02-24T10:55:25.645+08:00Wisdom Tooth<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">I pulled out my wisdom tooth the other day. Well 'pulled out' seems so subtle compared to what i went through. After months of waiting a dentist from UM finally called me up and made me an appointment. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;">Then it came. I sat there thinking happy thoughts, afterall, i've pulled out 4 other teeth before i had my braces on. The process the dentist explained to me seem severe and downright scary. But then it was all in the mind. The only pain i felt was when they injected me with some bius. After that it was all mind over matter. I survived after a 30 minute ordeal.<br /><br />She had to cut open some of my gums, and then use an electric saw and cut my tooth into tiny little pieces. Then only the pulling starts. I had MC for 2 days!! Well it was painfull a lil bit but i got over it quite fast :)<br /><br />That was only 1 side. I'll be plucking the other little devil on my left side. Then i'll get another round of MCs. Hehehe i feel really bad only working for 2 months but already asking for so many leave days. But hey what to do. It's not my fault. Its just circumstance :p</span>alifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378noreply@blogger.com1