<?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-7488990189561536163</id><updated>2011-07-08T21:31:47.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualms of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-7386662453748817767</id><published>2010-10-10T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:18:22.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little book that I hope would change my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;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. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-7386662453748817767?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7386662453748817767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=7386662453748817767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/7386662453748817767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/7386662453748817767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-book-that-i-hope-would-change-my.html' title='The little book that I hope would change my life'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-4861446509556640854</id><published>2009-12-30T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:52:41.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2010 year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;For some it’s the time for reflections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;It’s that point of time to get that checklist of resolutions written a year back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Not for me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Instead of a yearly evaluation kind of person I would rather think of myself as more of a ‘evaluate when needed’ kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Pretty random, yes, but it works just as well if not better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Fast response time I would say and lesser idle time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;(At least that’s what I told myself to believe =P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;So for those of you thinking of what resolutions to set for the coming year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Good Luck! May you get all the rabbit’s foot, four leaf clover, horse shoe to equip you for year 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-4861446509556640854?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4861446509556640854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=4861446509556640854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/4861446509556640854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/4861446509556640854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-year.html' title='The 2010 year'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-645791033006121405</id><published>2009-11-15T09:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T09:50:11.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15th November 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-645791033006121405?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/645791033006121405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=645791033006121405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/645791033006121405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/645791033006121405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/11/15th-november-2009.html' title='15th November 2009'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-7367709257667886010</id><published>2009-10-31T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:44:27.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Count</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;It's Saturday the 31st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13 more days til the end of my finals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;=)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;p.s I'm not an all american reject hardcore fan but i got free tickets for the concert later!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;p.p.s Weeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-7367709257667886010?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7367709257667886010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=7367709257667886010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/7367709257667886010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/7367709257667886010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/10/count.html' title='The Count'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-6457577899227526657</id><published>2009-10-19T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:26:59.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Race is Now</title><content type='html'>What race you might be wondering. &lt;div&gt;Probably its more of a mental race I would say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am racing against time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Racing against the things that denies me passage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Racing against everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall I just sit on my loins as time passes by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll do what I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the best I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I shall sit back and watch the success it will leave behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exams, AIESEC, datelines and what nots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all in a days' work for me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-6457577899227526657?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6457577899227526657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=6457577899227526657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/6457577899227526657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/6457577899227526657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/10/race-is-now.html' title='The Race is Now'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-608494372408112542</id><published>2009-09-25T09:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:30:58.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;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). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Music is back in my life. Well I hope it stays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right now I have to figure out a way to remember all those skills I've lost on the guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-608494372408112542?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/608494372408112542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=608494372408112542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/608494372408112542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/608494372408112542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-and-music.html' title='Me and Music'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-2268812915963642446</id><published>2009-09-16T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:34:39.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagine what its like being choosy and picky with who to invite. Might as well invite everyone right? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maaf Zahir dan Batin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-2268812915963642446?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2268812915963642446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=2268812915963642446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/2268812915963642446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/2268812915963642446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-4606853517929529503</id><published>2009-09-15T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:26:58.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.. i hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;More than a month since my previous post! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;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! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Life's crazy right now. Well its bearable but of course me being me I would always want to complain :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;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!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Stay tuned for my next post :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-4606853517929529503?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4606853517929529503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=4606853517929529503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/4606853517929529503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/4606853517929529503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back-i-hope.html' title='I&apos;m back.. i hope'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-6298219179102031652</id><published>2009-08-08T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:57:21.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kid Called Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I was watching the movie Jack starring Robin Williams just now and a funny thing came to mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to picture how you would look like when you're 60?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Well I tried but I just can't imagine how I would look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boyish face of mine doesn't seem to fit into a 60 year old man's body. I just can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Then I tried to imagine myself 'growing' up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Being an adult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Acting like one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But I don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;People say that there is a kid in all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The kid in me isn't hiding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It's there right in front of me every time I'm staring into the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;That's me. The kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Albeit a 22 year old one :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-6298219179102031652?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6298219179102031652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=6298219179102031652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/6298219179102031652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/6298219179102031652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-that-i-grow-up.html' title='The Kid Called Me'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-3543104150235827152</id><published>2009-08-06T09:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:51:21.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections and Feelings of the Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally have the urge to write something&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now comes the 'what should I write about part' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;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. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;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 :) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been exactly a week since I've met Lia. At first it was her CC Trip to Langkawi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now she's home quarantined. Tested positive of Influenza A but unsure whether its H1N1 or not though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I hope she gets better. Coz I really really miss her a lot :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Luckily i guess her DT in India really did prepare the both of us for this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We know things are going to change. And it DID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;But by now, after India, we're prepared for the changes and accepting it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*hugs* see you soon lia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-3543104150235827152?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3543104150235827152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=3543104150235827152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/3543104150235827152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/3543104150235827152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflections-and-feelings-of-moment.html' title='Reflections and Feelings of the Moment'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-7769260356156462726</id><published>2009-07-29T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:27:09.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Feel Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Its been crazy running around doing loads of things and somehow it just doesnt seem right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My life shouldn't be like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gotta do something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and FAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-7769260356156462726?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7769260356156462726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=7769260356156462726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/7769260356156462726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/7769260356156462726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-feel-wrong.html' title='Just Feel Wrong'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-8540754846327230834</id><published>2009-07-11T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:02:26.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lectures oh darling lectures :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;After more than 6 months i finally started classes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;and as usual for the 1st week, i didn't skip any... yet =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;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)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh and the usual classes with lecturers which most of them I'm familiar with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well can't really say i'm really familiar with some of them considering i skipped most of their classes heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;The highlight was definitely my sitar class! French class was good too but sitar class just overshadows the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I felt, connected again to music. Something i've always enjoyed doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's been quite a few years since I've felt so connected to music. Particularly a musical instrument :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;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. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yup. That's what i keep telling myself =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;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. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll do better next week. I'll survive. I'll pull through. Like I always have ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lia's coming back on Thursday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-8540754846327230834?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8540754846327230834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=8540754846327230834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8540754846327230834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8540754846327230834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/07/lectures-oh-darling-lectures.html' title='Lectures oh darling lectures :)'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-4521462444759168049</id><published>2009-06-29T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:57:23.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last few days at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's my 2nd last day at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well for the past month or so i barely have anything to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The different thing about today is I'm bored AND I'm feeling restless. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's like when you're having your exams and you've gone through all your exam papers except for that 1 final paper. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;You can't wait to finish the paper and leave it all behind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;That's what i'm feeling right now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm already in my holiday mood!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;so restless!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;arghh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;p.s - 17 days til lia comes back :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-4521462444759168049?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4521462444759168049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=4521462444759168049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/4521462444759168049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/4521462444759168049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-few-days-at-work.html' title='Last few days at work'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-1921570256270232733</id><published>2009-06-24T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:59:00.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's After SPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Last week I got an e-mail from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whatsafterspm.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;www.whatsafterspm.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; 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!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1)      International internship programs&lt;br /&gt;2)      Global Learning Environment&lt;br /&gt;3)      Leadership Opportunities &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohamad Alif&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-1921570256270232733?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1921570256270232733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=1921570256270232733' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/1921570256270232733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/1921570256270232733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-after-spm.html' title='What&apos;s After SPM'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-2546343924258326649</id><published>2009-06-09T11:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:58:36.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Habit lies in the sub-concious mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;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! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Why am i writing this blog? Could be a habit.. You just gotta find the pattern i suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-2546343924258326649?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2546343924258326649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=2546343924258326649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/2546343924258326649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/2546343924258326649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/06/habit.html' title='Habit'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-4682553762671694170</id><published>2009-05-29T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:00:59.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;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. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;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!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-4682553762671694170?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4682553762671694170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=4682553762671694170' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/4682553762671694170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/4682553762671694170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/05/morning-blues.html' title='The Morning Blues'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-6639509511776316178</id><published>2009-05-22T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:22:58.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone are the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;This post is dedicated to the.. gone are the days things of hostel life... Coz now i'm actually living at home!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone are the days when ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Food is served on time 3 times a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Curfew is meant for the publics' oppinion on university students' safety and not for students (Coz the UM pak guard doesnt bother anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. Random late night movie dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. Late night/early morning parties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. Random yum char sessions at places too hard to comprehend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;6. Sudden AIESEC meetings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;7. Others which i can't think of right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gone are those days... sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-6639509511776316178?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6639509511776316178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=6639509511776316178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/6639509511776316178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/6639509511776316178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/05/gone-are-days.html' title='Gone are the days'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-8730407823590525754</id><published>2009-05-20T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:30:30.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 days and 56 more to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt; It's been 13 days since she left. About 56 more days until she comes back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm waiting for your return lil lia. and i yearn for u. now n always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-8730407823590525754?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8730407823590525754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=8730407823590525754' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8730407823590525754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8730407823590525754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/05/13-days-and-56-more-to-go.html' title='13 days and 56 more to go'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-8306180969045065035</id><published>2009-05-11T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:53:37.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lil miss lia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;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..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;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..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-8306180969045065035?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://lianashani.blogspot.com' title='lil miss lia'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8306180969045065035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=8306180969045065035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8306180969045065035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8306180969045065035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/05/lil-miss-lia.html' title='lil miss lia'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-3498387948799482004</id><published>2009-04-26T22:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:54:10.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A job offer i CAN resist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SfSEijPHQFI/AAAAAAAAABI/31rblt1crZg/s1600-h/globe.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329029988195188818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SfSEijPHQFI/AAAAAAAAABI/31rblt1crZg/s320/globe.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;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:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Work harder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Salary cut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Transfered to a far away place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;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 : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'll see how lar"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-3498387948799482004?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3498387948799482004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=3498387948799482004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/3498387948799482004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/3498387948799482004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/04/job-offer-i-can-resist.html' title='A job offer i CAN resist'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SfSEijPHQFI/AAAAAAAAABI/31rblt1crZg/s72-c/globe.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-5389887155577693488</id><published>2009-04-24T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:10:00.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams.. how i miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I feel really isolated and alone right now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;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).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I miss exams... i hate working... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but then again people always want what they don't have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At this moment, i don't have classes and exams.. gosh how i miss skipping em ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-5389887155577693488?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5389887155577693488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=5389887155577693488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/5389887155577693488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/5389887155577693488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/04/exams-how-i-miss-you.html' title='Exams.. how i miss you'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-311954397115433047</id><published>2009-04-10T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:02:16.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yasmin ahmad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Need i say more??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yasminthefilmmaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;click HERE to jump on to her blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The short clip she posted recently gave tears to my eye :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-311954397115433047?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/311954397115433047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=311954397115433047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/311954397115433047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/311954397115433047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/04/yasmin-ahmad.html' title='yasmin ahmad'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-581716437019074823</id><published>2009-04-09T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:47:30.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more year to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well have you ever thought what would happen to you in a few years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;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"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;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?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;May I have what i have right now til the last of my days. Now and always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;What is it you might ask?? Well just the feeling of being contented i guess ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-581716437019074823?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/581716437019074823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=581716437019074823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/581716437019074823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/581716437019074823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-more-year-to-go.html' title='One more year to go'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-510771968274850118</id><published>2009-03-17T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:39:39.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relativism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;For there are no right and there are no wrong. Just something somewhat better relative to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;-ALif's theory of relativity, relativism-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-510771968274850118?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/510771968274850118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=510771968274850118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/510771968274850118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/510771968274850118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/03/relativism.html' title='Relativism'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-2232353464220991659</id><published>2009-02-24T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:55:25.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-2232353464220991659?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2232353464220991659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=2232353464220991659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/2232353464220991659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/2232353464220991659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/02/wisdom-tooth.html' title='Wisdom Tooth'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-202585723162935313</id><published>2009-02-19T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:32:56.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 19th 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wow it's been more than a month since my latest post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well albeit the busy working and AIESEC schedule, i finally found time to actually slip into blogging mode. Now all i have to do is figure out something to write about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Which is... err me?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Working isn't really tiring or hard, neither is it exciting. It's just mundane. Repetitive. Boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well maybe it's because it's only been 1 and a half months since i've started working as a trainee. Maybe it's because of the company i'm in. Maybe it's just how working life is. If working life is really gonna be like this then i better open up my own god damn company and make sure people don't go bored to death in front of their desk doing monotonous work! I did have my share of 'fun' working. Well if you wanna compare it to the things we described as 'fun' in AIESEC then this will be dead last on the fun scale. Going to project sites, maintenance work, just doing nothing. Counting the days left working. the hours left. Heck sometimes i even count in minutes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;AIESEC well has been pretty hectic last week. 5 nights a week i was out because of AIESEC. Meetings and receptions and the like but nothing i'm complaining about :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;AIESEC UM elections is coming up :) I just finish preparing and compiling the election package. Fingers crossed!! I doubt my leadership pipeline a bit but we'll just see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-202585723162935313?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/202585723162935313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=202585723162935313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/202585723162935313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/202585723162935313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-19th-2009.html' title='February 19th 2009.'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-868632400947600095</id><published>2009-01-15T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:38:47.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A working life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's my 10th day working today. I have roughly about 147 working days more to go. I'm afraid that it'll be like this. Being a trainee in a local engineering company. A small company with only 4 people including me working in the office. Sometimes you learn things. But sometimes learning seem so long and draggy. Since I've been working here I haven't actually started doing any work yet. Just maybe some design assignments using AutoCAD and visited to maufacturing plant. My company deals with manufacturing Aircond system for factories and clean room and all that stuff.So everyday I sit in the office 6days a week from every Monday to Saturday. From 8.30 in the morning to 5.30 in the evening except on Saturdays we work half a day. I 'work' and i 'work' and i 'work'. Well at least i pretend to work most of the time hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I take things one thing at a time. This is only working as an intern. I dread going out into the real world. I wonder what it'll be like having a working life. Monotonous?? Well maybe.. Anything you repeatedly do can become monotonous no matter how fun it was doing it the first time. Well at least i get to think a lot of AIESEC while working. Push people... Get Xchange realizations... Achieve results :) We're tied with TUC at the top spot with 16 Realizations right now but TUC will be getting more realized by the end of January but fear not. By February we'll have another 4 realizations at least ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Believe it or not i miss classes. or rather i miss skipping classes! Coz i can't skip work!! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-868632400947600095?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/868632400947600095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=868632400947600095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/868632400947600095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/868632400947600095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/01/working-life.html' title='A working life'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-6821670810260078326</id><published>2009-01-04T08:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T09:40:42.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Member Committee 2009/2010 Elections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3rd January 2009,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Taylor's University College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;8am-10pm ++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;As I woke up that morning around 6am I took my shower and planned to go through my election speech. I took out the set of clothes i wanted to wear and tried to iron it but the damn iron wasnt working. So i chose the most uncrumpled shirt i can find and by then it was already 7.15am. We're meeting in UM at 7.30am. No time for speeches... I went with Lia and met up with the guys in UM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The drive to TUC was just a normal drive. Something you would expect when you're attending any other AIESEC events. When we arrived and the moment I see so many people in their suits in TUC i felt the butterflies in my stomach. Swarms of them coming out from cocooning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was freaking hungry. I ate a slice of sandwich while walking up the stairs but it felt like chewing sand. Well wishes we're being exchanged. Warm hugs and firm handshakes extended. I was nervous as hell. I went in and waited.. carried out my usual crazy antics and that helped a bit :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cafrey went up first. I watched him go. He seem natural up there on stage doing his thing. Using his slides and powerpoint connecting with people. Then it was the VPs turn. I was 5th in the line of 10 people. Right in the middle. As we waited outside and see one by one people go, those butterflies we're turning into hornets waiting to sting. Then it was Serena's turn. I was next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The door opened and ushering me was AC/DC's Rock N Roll Train. The people, the faces and the song. All other things seem oblivious. I jumped on stage. I did my thing. I came out. I felt those hornets took flight. Replaced by a vast emptiness called hunger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The rest of the day things went on quite alright for me. The verdict came and I got the Vote of Confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Out of the 10 MCVP candidates, 8 got the VOC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our sole MCP candidate, he got through as well ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've taken this few steps. Waiting for the next bigger leap to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thank you AIESEC in Malaysia for believing and having faith in me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;p.s I didn't cried guys =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-6821670810260078326?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://aiesec.my' title='Member Committee 2009/2010 Elections'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6821670810260078326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=6821670810260078326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/6821670810260078326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/6821670810260078326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2009/01/member-committee-20092010-elections.html' title='Member Committee 2009/2010 Elections'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-8921189764913074810</id><published>2008-12-28T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:56:50.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first step</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;January's coming near.. December's ending...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One month will go... and another will come..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;DECEMBER 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Just when i thought that there wouldn't be anymore changes during the year. I made a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A change of heart. A change of plans. A change of direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The plans i set my mind to a few months ago seem irrelevant. While I was standing in front of the plenary in MyLDS 2008, I looked around and thought.. All this seem so amazing.. it seems so wonderful and so close to my dear heart. This organization all of us are in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I decided to run for the National Committee.. The AIESEC Malaysia Member Committee 2009/2010. I felt a pang of guilt when those thoughts crossed my mind at first. I was so certain of my plans at first. Everybody thought that I would be sticking to it and I have no intention of doing otherwise. Then the time came, I don't know what gotten into me, (maybe the hours time persuading people to run for MC during MyLDS) I decided to run. But to run for elections I have to have a new plan!! After thinking really hard, I decided that going for my internship in January would be the best way possible. So I scrambled high and low, make use of whatever network that I have and found a place in Puchong. Well I wouldn't say it's the best thing that could happen to me but considering I was desperate I took it up anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Then I submitted my application, but not after I spent time thinking over and over and over again. The times spent talking to Lia especially, she listened to me over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Should I run for elections?" Should I? or should I not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I submitted my application. So no turning back. Looking at the candidates. Well I was excited!!  I felt like I was sky diving without any parachute!! Zooming down towards mother earth!! I'm glad that Boey decided to run at the last second :) What an amazing team it will be next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It's gonna be a tough ride. A tough journey ahead. I'm confident, but at this point of time I'm too confident. And that's a bad thing. I won't be preparing my speech just yet. But i hope i will. I plan to make an impact. Either by making a fool out of myself or the other way around I don't give a damn. I will make an impact. and that's a promise ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-8921189764913074810?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8921189764913074810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=8921189764913074810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8921189764913074810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8921189764913074810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-step.html' title='The first step'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-4292921595225388767</id><published>2008-12-24T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:40:54.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Member Committee AIESEC Malaysia 2009/2010 here i come :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-4292921595225388767?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4292921595225388767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=4292921595225388767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/4292921595225388767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/4292921595225388767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-chapter.html' title='Another chapter'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-9211081911570487404</id><published>2008-12-17T10:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:26:43.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I broke a lot of things lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Maybe its better off this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i yearn for it not to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-9211081911570487404?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/9211081911570487404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=9211081911570487404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/9211081911570487404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/9211081911570487404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/12/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-2490343751772440874</id><published>2008-12-14T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:09:19.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 3 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was slightly more than 3 years ago that we became an item. &lt;/span&gt;I didn't know why i said yes in the first place Lia because i hardly even know you that time but looking at how things are right now i have no regrets at all. The times we've spent, the moments together, light happy moments, miserable draggy moments, it doesn't really matter even if we go through bad times together because at the end of the day we always cherish our times together and that is what matters the most to me hun. Happy third year anniversary Lil Lia. We spent our 1st in NLDS, our 2nd in MNC, and our 3rd... well it was kinda like in the break between MNC during Raya Haji. Days become only figures. Figures that adds on in time. And those figures become testament to my loyalty towards you. Love you lia!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-2490343751772440874?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2490343751772440874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=2490343751772440874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/2490343751772440874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/2490343751772440874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-3.html' title='Year 3 :)'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-7074506523256930447</id><published>2008-12-12T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:14:06.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From NLDS to MyLDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It started 2 years ago in USM.. I was a chief delegate for LCUM.. I was also a first year student in a local Universiti. Coming from a missionary school with a class so full of other races i wasn't my true self when i went into Universiti. It transformed me into becoming a reserved person. Someone totally not me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then i found AIESEC. I saw ruben one day at the RD stall and i thought hey why not join it. It's not like i have anything better to do anyway :) and so i did. But still, i have no idea what it truly is about. I didn't even know that AIESEC offers Xchange at first. I joined because i had nothing better to do and because Lia was there as well  heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wasn't that active for awhile. Attended a few episodes and that's it. Of course then i joined Xcapade in PD. It brought me closer to AIESEC in a way and i joined a project right after called Window to the World(WTTW). The same goes to this project. I wanted to be involved but at the same time i didn't find that passion.. that thing that strives me to doing more.. and so i did my part for the sake of doing it. While in the midst of the project, an oppurtunity came by in the form of NLDS 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In December 2006, i was selected to become the chief delegate for LCUM. I remembered one day when i was actually still contemplating whether or not to attend NLDS 06 when suddenly i got a phone call from Terence (LCP 06/07). He congratulated me saying that i was chosen as a chief delegate. I was speechless. I have no idea what i got myself into and at the same time i felt responsible. I mean.. Somebody actually noticed you and gave you this oppurtunity to be a chief delegate. Who cares what it was back then, its a 'chief' of something!! Being a CD was an eye opener. I did not notice it at first but throughout NLDS i realised a change in me. A change that i never saw coming. A change that made me who i am right here today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Recently i just came back from MyLDS08 in UPM. My 3rd NLDS. I went as an LCP. Totally different experiences. But none less fulfilling. I had choices to make, decisions that would affect the whole AIESEC Malaysia community. I am in charge of AIESEC in UM. But at the same time i need to earn each n everyone of their respect. Because without them i would not be here. Life gives you oppurtunities all the time. I found mine in the form of AIESEC. Thank you for that. And may this conference be not my last. Nor may this experience be not my best. Because i believe the best has yet to come ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-7074506523256930447?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7074506523256930447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=7074506523256930447' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/7074506523256930447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/7074506523256930447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-nlds-to-mylds.html' title='From NLDS to MyLDS'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-4835945474981718882</id><published>2008-12-01T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:34:04.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That thing called life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arghhh stress!! Last week was crazy!! Had a full 4 days of AIESEC Experience!! :p Went to the MCs office on tuesday to review the Compendium and the following 3 days i was with the Presidents n MCs for TCM2! Heck it aws tiring but it was definitely worth the time spent :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As soon as i got back my mom told me to pack up coz the whole family's going balik kampung and it just slipped my mind!! I packed and left the next morning to Melaka first for little tini's cukur rambut ceremony :) my cousin's baby growing edy heheh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next head to Batu Pahat and for the whole 2 days i was there i was stuffed with food, food n a lot of food!! Simplicity at its best :) Now i'm back!! With pre-MyLDS only a day away and i havent really prepared my stuff yet!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yikes!! Now i wish for more AIESEC time to prepare my AIESEC stuff!! And heck Legislation clashes with RAYA HAJI!! WTH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-4835945474981718882?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4835945474981718882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=4835945474981718882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/4835945474981718882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/4835945474981718882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-thign-called-life.html' title='That thing called life'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-6985787450795764491</id><published>2008-11-25T10:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:17:39.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn me ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;It feels like the exam period all over again! With tons of work to do but so so so freaking lazy! A lot of things to be completed. datelines to be met but yet so so lazy! Well have you eaten something really really tough? (tough as in really chewy til the point it becomes inedible?) I feel like that right now. Well in a way i think of myself as that piece of meat heheh Being so freaking stubborn and not giving up but at the same time not knowing why on earth is it being so tangy and tough! I feel like i'm never gonna give up! That's for sure. But at the same time i'm not doing anything to help the situation. Never giving up is one thing. That's just being stubborn i guess. Well i am stubborn. Most of the time i won't admit defeat even when the whole roof is collapsing on to me. Even now at this point of time, i won't give up.. And i'll start doing something instead to prove that i'm not giving up. Instead of just saying i wont give up. I'll actually try to do things instead!! Well i know its how it should be done in the first place but rambling everything out blogging aimlessly about sometimes helps me realise things :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-6985787450795764491?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6985787450795764491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=6985787450795764491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/6985787450795764491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/6985787450795764491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/11/stubborn-me.html' title='Stubborn me ;)'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-1767664415160442026</id><published>2008-11-22T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:33:35.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When all else fails</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;When all else fails,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rise up and persevere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do that thing you just did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;If that's the best you can do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then try harder, reinvent those ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Try new things, do it differently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just make sure with every single step you make,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;you know you're trying, and you know you're getting there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Persevere!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-1767664415160442026?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1767664415160442026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=1767664415160442026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/1767664415160442026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/1767664415160442026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-all-else-fails.html' title='When all else fails'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-1338078882581923420</id><published>2008-11-20T08:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:49:24.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because exams are over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Exams are over!! Woohooo!! Monday after my paper i straight went for a movie! Madagascar2 hahah well not really a first choice for me but hey anything goes cause you know why? Exams are over!!  Then at night i had an EB Meet with my dearest EBs and you know why?? Because exams are over!! After the EB meet we went to grab some err supper and sent FC back home and talked in the car and do weird crazy things and you know why?? Because exams are over! Then me, lia, may yee n melvin went to the lookout point and stayed there until the early mornings and you know why?? Because exams are over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on tuesday met up with UM's Chief delegate and his assistant and then me n lia went to Bukit Bintang to shop with no money!! ahahaha and you know why?? Because exams are over!! Yesterday went for a farewell lunch for Ming Ching and Kent Heng because they are leaving for their internship in Taiwan (Sadly it's not under AIESEC though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today later in the afternoon i'll be meeting up with James for some AIESEC stuff. And you wanna know why?? Because I'm an AIESECer ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-1338078882581923420?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1338078882581923420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=1338078882581923420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/1338078882581923420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/1338078882581923420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/11/because-exams-are-over.html' title='Because exams are over'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-5278485294632881980</id><published>2008-11-17T09:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:34:01.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious waiting :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;TWO more hours until my last paper of the semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR hours until its over :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-5278485294632881980?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5278485294632881980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=5278485294632881980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/5278485294632881980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/5278485294632881980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/11/precious-waiting.html' title='Precious waiting :)'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-6476626081793224666</id><published>2008-11-15T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T09:46:10.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>48 hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Approximately 48 more dreadful hours.. The last exam paper.. Its so close.. Yet so dreadful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm trying my best to studythis freaking subject but i just cant! My body is already in Holiday Mood! Full Speed ahead! Woohhoooo Study?? What study?? Exams are nothing!! Holidays coming!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;K let the part of me who's worried take over me once again... Well i screwed up my previous paper... Sitting in the exam hall looking at the freaking paper wondering how can i possibly scavage some marks over here when i know next to nothing about it?? Hahah plus counting on all the carry marks and estimating the marks i'll get for the amount of crap i wrote.. Well li fah said she thinks she's crazy for calculating all those when in fact she's suppose to be answering the questions.. Well you're not... Coz there are people out there who does that... and I am one of them as well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So right now.. at this point of time... I have my book on my left.. My notes on my right... My lecturer's slides just a click away.. but i'm blogging.. and wasting my time... Not doing what i'm suppose to be doing... and why not?? I have no clue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-6476626081793224666?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6476626081793224666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=6476626081793224666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/6476626081793224666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/6476626081793224666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/11/48-hours.html' title='48 hours'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-5546933923797357191</id><published>2008-11-10T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:13:48.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Vibes??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm getting bad vibes from studying this Mechanical Vibration subject!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Getting vibes from studying freaking vibration! I'm about to go crazy studying this stuff!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Serves me right for studying last minute though... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And the worse part of it is that i rarely touched the subject throughout the whole semester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So now i'm left with approximately 28hours to cram all those vibration stuff into my tiny little brain. (When i say tiny i'm not refering to my size as a whole but more to the brain in general when compared to other parts of the body thank you).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Failing is ok since i'm already planning to extend my studies for a year to do my internship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well its OK but its NOT AN OPTION!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wish me luck! Pray for me! Do whatever you normally do when your friends are sitting for an exam. Gotta bury myself into my notes now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-5546933923797357191?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5546933923797357191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=5546933923797357191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/5546933923797357191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/5546933923797357191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/11/bad-vibes.html' title='Bad Vibes??'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-8480862113379982317</id><published>2008-11-06T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:57:39.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hijau - Zainal Abidin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hijau by Zainal Abidin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumi yang tiada rimba, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seumpama hamba,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia dicemar manusia, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yang jahil ketawa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumi yang tiada udara, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bagai tiada nyawa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pasti hilang suatu hari, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanpa disedari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumi tanpa lautan, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akan kehausan, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pasti lambat laun hilang, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duniaku yang malang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dewasa ini kita saling m&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;erayakan, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kejayaan yang akhirnya membinasakan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apalah gunanya kematangan fikiran&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bila di jiwa kita masih lagi muda, Dan mentah... Ku lihat hijau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumiku yang kian pudar, Siapa yang melihat, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di kala kita tersedar, Mungkinkah terlewat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Korupsi,opresi,obsesi diri.. Polusi,depressi,di bumi,kini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh..anok-anok, tokleh meghaso mandi laok, Besaing,maing ghama-ghama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ale lo ni tuo umurnyo bejuto.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kito usoho, Jauhke dari malapetako&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ozon lo ni koho nipih nak nak aghi, Keno make asak,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hok biso wei,pasa maknusio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seghemo bendo-bendo di dunio.. Tokleh tehe.. Sapa bilo-bilo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Easy going song, environmental, human ignorance, reminds me of the NOW we're in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-8480862113379982317?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8480862113379982317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-3960824285467548839</id><published>2008-11-05T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:46:25.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At times like this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At times like this,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;should i bask under the light,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let it tingle my senses,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or hide in the shadows, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;under the tree.. in the field.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;should i feel the grass underneath my feet,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;those soft green things, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blanketing the dirt below, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;turning brown to green,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nature at it's best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At times like this,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we shall rejoice,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hand in hand, side by side,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we will, stride by stride,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rejoice.. we will.. rejoice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For how long can we keep saying,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"At times like this"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For time has its ways, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of making small instances seem crucial,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;undeniably,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it has its ways,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at times like this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;falconaire :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-3960824285467548839?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3960824285467548839/comments/default' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-7758430650471596536</id><published>2008-10-25T07:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T07:48:53.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya and Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Last weekend was great! 40 friends came for my open house! Well definitely a lot of people but it worth while. Dissapointed with those who promised to come but did not though hmph. It was also the first time my kepochi cousins and aunts saw lia and boy what a commotion it was teheheh. They didn't actually talk much with her, heck they barely spoke but they were like pointing n smirking giving her that smile that says 'so you're about to join the family eh' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Had loads of food during that day but unfortunately i didn't had the chance to indulge myself in all of them!! That was my biggest regret! Only being able to eat a few sticks of satay, busy BBQ-ing the chicken pieces but in fact i havent even tasted it! At the end of the day i realised just how multiracial my family is. Having a chinese mom and a malay dad. During that day when i realised there are all kinds of people it just made me feel so.... Malaysian :) and that is a fact! no other country in the world have this kind of thing... anyway i well hope to think that way heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and now exams are coming!! the whole week has been projects, lab reports, assignements!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i have 2 weeks to study right now! better make the best out of it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-7758430650471596536?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7758430650471596536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=7758430650471596536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/7758430650471596536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/7758430650471596536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya-and-exams.html' title='Hari Raya and Exams'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-8555065104364703462</id><published>2008-10-18T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:08:15.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My raya open house is tomorrow!! :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-8555065104364703462?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8555065104364703462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=8555065104364703462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8555065104364703462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8555065104364703462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/10/open-house.html' title='Open House'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-2670736976473945531</id><published>2008-10-13T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:45:29.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new skill mastered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I've learned a new skill! A new art form i found on my very own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The art of gathering and making sure that all the problems that you have get tucked into that dark corner at the back of your mind! Well i don't want it to disappear totally but i don't want it to keep bugging me either. So i chucked it way back and ignored it most of the time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;subconsciously&lt;/span&gt; knowing that it's still there and not letting it affect me in any way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It reminded me of a movie i watched way back. it says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Take 5 minutes to mope and cry all you want and then stop and move on with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It doesn't matter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; u take 5 minutes or 5 days to mope and sulk about something that has already happened because at the end of the day.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; OVER! So just pick your self up and move on with live. Do something... well anything! just don't mope ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-2670736976473945531?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2670736976473945531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=2670736976473945531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/2670736976473945531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/2670736976473945531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-skill-mastered.html' title='A new skill mastered'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-2510021475061057379</id><published>2008-10-04T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:19:52.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hari Raya Aidilfitri came once again. Being born and raised in the city I envy those people having a kampung to go back too. That thrill of going back to the little kampung visiting atuk and nenek on Hari Raya. Sadly i've lost both grandparents both my mom's n dad's side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Even when ah-ma was still up and running i remember 'balik kampung' everytime Chinese New Year came but the thing about my kampung is that it's in the middle of town! Batu Pahat town  to be exact and my ahma's house is right in front of a main road!! I envy people having a real life village kampung to go back to every festive season. I want a kampung to go back to! Preferably one in the middle of no where and even better if its a wooden house on stilts by the beach!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hahah so that's just a city boy's little dream(gasp i'm still refering to myself as a boy even though i know i shouldn't be one anymore =P). The only chance of me being together with nature is probably during camping trips back in the schooling days monkeying around. Together with a group of young, crazy and fully packed with hormones  bunchof 10th KL Airscout guys!! I wish to do it again someday. Camping somewhere... anywhere actually... Just being one with nature :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I will someday. All i need is the time, the company, a place and most importantly the WILL to actually do it! One day.. you'll see me carrying my backpack gearing up for a camping trip somewhere. Just you wait guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well anyway raya passed by just like that and while sitting at home in this empty city i realised what i've never experienced as something i really find hard to grasp. That feeling of balik kampung. But hey i have my family around me. Be it my mom, dad or annoying brother. Or the aunts and uncles with other crazy cousins all in KL here nearby. I celebrated Raya with our own family tradition. Something different and yet so similar. Because its not about where. It's about who you're with and how pure your feelings are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maaf Zahir Batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;from the humble me. Alif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-2510021475061057379?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2510021475061057379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=2510021475061057379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/2510021475061057379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/2510021475061057379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri :)'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-9025201591436876584</id><published>2008-09-30T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:40:09.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Knowing what needs done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;versus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Doing what needs done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Will you know what needs to be done and do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Or do you pretend to know what needs doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well i guess it depends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i spent most of my life doing 'things'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Things i enjoyed... hated... shameful things... unecessary things etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But what about things that you do because you have to? the things that others expect you to do and you know you have to comply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The question playing in my mind right now is.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is that the only choice i have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;are the consequences fatal to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;or are the consequences fatal to them instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;what do i get in return?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;happiness of doing something i don't enjoy doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;or knowing that all that i hate doing is actually, technically and well deservedly the right thing to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-9025201591436876584?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/9025201591436876584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=9025201591436876584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/9025201591436876584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/9025201591436876584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/09/thing-to-do.html' title='The thing to do'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-1940077554545500040</id><published>2008-09-21T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:34:26.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of an LCP - post IC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEQuhIMYXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Sf0DmVD073Q/s1600-h/P9030252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251497031843471730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEQuhIMYXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Sf0DmVD073Q/s320/P9030252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's been awhile since i've posted up an entry. Well one of the reasons was i was in Brazil a couple of weeks back for In&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ternational Congress 2008(IC08). I spent 3 amazing weeks o&lt;/span&gt;n a foreign land surrounded by people from more than 106 countries and not to mention spending a whole bucket full of cash. Why 106 countries?? That's because in AIESEC we are officially in 106 countries(not including the expansion countries). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to describe the experience. In fact i don't know how to describe it. IC08 to me wasn't that great of a conference. To tell you the truth, while during the conference i was measuring the impact IC08 has on me and i personally think Xcapade and Malaysian conferences gave me more impact. The funny thing is, I only started to feel the impact a few weeks after IC08. I wouldn't say that its a huge impact but it definitely was something. :) Being in a room with over 600 people and making friends from a different continent with totally opposite cultures. That's the diversity that the AIESEC network offers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;I had an opportunity... i grabbed it... and I'm satisfied with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;OR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;you could say it this way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I worked hard in  what i do and oppurtunity found me instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The reason for this is.. opportunities do not come just like that. You are your opportunity. You need to lift your ass and do something before you get an opportunity. Create your opportunity and it will come. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Right now I'm burrowing myself into assignments and projects which i know nuts about. 2 weeks skipping classes. Is it worth all the trouble?? Yes it definitely was worth all the trouble :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-1940077554545500040?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1940077554545500040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=1940077554545500040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/1940077554545500040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/1940077554545500040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/09/thoughts-of-lcp-post-ic.html' title='Thoughts of an LCP - post IC'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEQuhIMYXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Sf0DmVD073Q/s72-c/P9030252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-7250824677164240051</id><published>2008-07-27T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:41:02.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RD - The end of a beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The end of the beginning, well after so much of hardwork and commitment it finally paid off. With over newbies attended MIA and over 50 people who attended Breakthrough it actually paid off. Wasn't convinced with myself that the team could pull it off but at the end of the day. The statistics prove it all. Being my 3rd year in AIESEC sometimes i think i wish too much. Wanting everyone and everything else to be perfect. Forgetting what AIESEC is all about. The learning. The mistakes. and the learning from the mistakes. All this moulds a person into someone better. Someone somewhat more experience and thus making it a lifelong journey of unforgettable learning. I'm learning and hopefully i'll pick it up fast.  Hey life is short so i better get as much out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; EBs, Management Team, Rene's team, MCs, other LCs and Ben Ong our alumni. You made me realise the reality i am in right now. And i'm sure you've touched the likes of others as well with the short little chat you've had with us. I hope to inspire that day. but aspired was what i brought home. and for that i thank you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-7250824677164240051?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7250824677164240051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=7250824677164240051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/7250824677164240051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/7250824677164240051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/07/rd-end-of-beginning.html' title='RD - The end of a beginning'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-8577541285958891371</id><published>2008-07-03T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:42:49.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody moody me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't know what i'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;Classes are starting, am really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;But something just doesn't seem quite right.&lt;br /&gt;AIESEC is giving me the usual headaches but nothing i can't handle so far.&lt;br /&gt;GE as usual with that freaking snake in charge giving the usual crap.&lt;br /&gt;Whole load of twist and turn from a freaking multinational company shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well obviously i'm in a not so good mood right now.&lt;br /&gt;Just need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;But nobody seem able&lt;br /&gt;Nobody willing, heck even i'm not willing.. to share what i want but will not&lt;br /&gt;Not when i'm feeling like crap and everybody else thinks i'm alright.&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame them though.&lt;br /&gt;I always look alright.. even when i'm not&lt;br /&gt;Cause a smile is what i put on me most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-8577541285958891371?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8577541285958891371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=8577541285958891371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8577541285958891371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8577541285958891371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/07/moody-moody-me.html' title='Moody moody me'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-8852608084491745774</id><published>2008-06-05T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:25:20.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well grades are out. But not the finalise gradings. Stagnant is what i see.&lt;br /&gt;But from where I see myself right now 5 months back. I won't complain :)&lt;br /&gt;my aim was to maintain my results. maintaining or improve.&lt;br /&gt;Studies aside i've had my share of ups and downs the past one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if it doesn't kill you then why bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get up on my own two feet and keep up with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast paced... the life i've chosen... a student life... an AIESECers life.... an LCPs =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie.. i will fret and complain... Its not easy being a leader of an amazing International Student Organisation called AIESEC. But its the path that i've chosen... And even though sometimes it seems like the whole world is upon my tiny shoulders... I know its a burden that would carry me throughout my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming it one by one... step by step and then finally... at the end of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be there looking back at what life was right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on past mishaps and greater glories... well if i have any heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go on... I'm nervous... and i'm scared...&lt;br /&gt;yet i'm thrilled to live my life right now...&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the coming semester to start...&lt;br /&gt;Tackling through every given obstacles&lt;br /&gt;together with an amazing team&lt;br /&gt;greater individuals..&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand we'll find our way...&lt;br /&gt;to get what we want..&lt;br /&gt;in the nick of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-8852608084491745774?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8852608084491745774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=8852608084491745774' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8852608084491745774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8852608084491745774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/06/waiting.html' title='The Waiting'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-6923377849223183574</id><published>2008-05-26T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T01:03:34.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>State of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Busy busy busy!! With what?? Heck i don't know... Been quite some time since my last post but i'm finally here am I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;NPC finally over.. Planning starting to get intense... Change is evident... and Change will do us some good ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-A state of mind-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life in the 21st century flies by us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every second counts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every milisecond important.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The tick of the clock followed by the tock.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reminding all that time waits for none&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taking one step at a time,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm occupied with all that i've asked for,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But not all that i've expected,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sure along the way it is to be expected,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of all the things unexpected.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time spent less for all the usual others,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;while another something takes control over me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but hey i forgot something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's me the one who decides,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the one who says what and where it shall be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am in control,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not regarding time i suppose,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but hey i'm still in control,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i get to choose and choose i will,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i choose to stay to fight for what's right ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-falconaire-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ps i wanted to write a post but instead it turned out to be a poem form hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-6923377849223183574?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6923377849223183574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=6923377849223183574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/6923377849223183574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/6923377849223183574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/05/state-of-mind.html' title='State of mind'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-8287535118252721990</id><published>2008-04-25T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:50:39.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Season!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Exam season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well i'll be damned. Burrowing myself into books and notes each day. Well forcing myself actually. I believe that nobody in their right mind would actually want to spend the whole day studying! It's all about studies and AIESEC lately. But hey i'm not complaining about the AIESEC part ;p what i'm more worried of right now to tell you the truth is wether i could make it to IC 2008 in Brazil later in August. I know it's gonna be pricey. and hell yeah it's gonna be a lot to ask from my parents but i tried and i failed... for now at least =P I'm not giving up hope just yet. I'll beg on my hands and knees if i have to. Do chores for the rest of my life. Obey and listen to their demands! Commiting my very soul to their every need! . Well all that so taht i could go to IC heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had one paper on monday. Now tomorrow will be another paper. This semester i'm really hoping to better my results. Well we all wanna do better but i consider myself lucky in a way. I did not score high previously so every semester i scored a lil bit higher than previously and that's what keeps me going. Wanting to improve. Taking things one step at a time. And tellign myself that i could conquer all this cause lets face it people. It's all in the mind. If you wanna do it then just do it. Blank out everything that's i what you have to do. Hey it sounds better over here but believe me i'm not like that at all in real life ;) Foo Cheong has been with me every single day for the whole week. Studying in AIESEC office. Well I hope it works coz i gotta get higher grades man =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-8287535118252721990?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8287535118252721990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=8287535118252721990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8287535118252721990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8287535118252721990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/04/exam-season.html' title='Exam Season!'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-3567461769416471917</id><published>2008-03-30T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T11:48:40.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute or something like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well i ran for elections the other day and I passed the vote of confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's just the start of the beginning. Going through the Executive Boards Interviews. Selecting what's best for the team. Knowing each person's weaknesses and focusing more on their strength. Making sure everything goes well for the coming term. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;People selection. Planning. and more planning. It's something i've taken up. The challenge that i want. The fire in me.. fueled by the passion i have for this one organisation. You've made me who i am today by letting me be myself. Improving within with my own pace. You did nothing much really. You just gave me a platform. A chance to grab. An oppurtunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I grab what you offered.. and look at me now... Am i different from what i was a few years back??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yes and no... I've learnt how to carry myself into this world unbidding... But I am still the boy who knows how to have fun. The mischievous misfit with a cheerful expression. The ME i was is still the ME i am... But the ME right now has strike the balance. To not just think but to act. To do great things a step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all that i thank you AIESEC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-3567461769416471917?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3567461769416471917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=3567461769416471917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/3567461769416471917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/3567461769416471917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/03/tribute-or-something-like-that.html' title='Tribute or something like that'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-2911663015665445327</id><published>2008-03-17T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:53:21.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhymes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rhymes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I heard the bushes shake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;so i jumped up awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;a baton i did take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;for my dear ol' safety's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;A cat ran underneath the bushes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;all i heard were silent hushes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;as the ground were damped with mushes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;to the sound of my feet in slushes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I cursed the kitty in languages,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;which i think took whole ages,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and sat, flipping through pages,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;while the birds sat in its cages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;-falconaire-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-2911663015665445327?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2911663015665445327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=2911663015665445327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/2911663015665445327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/2911663015665445327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/03/rhymes.html' title='Rhymes'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-436118286625890156</id><published>2008-03-12T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T07:21:12.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elections!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Elections just ended!! But somehow another election is coming... and truth to tell it'll probably be a more life changing experience for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Forget about prices of things going up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Forget about better security for the nation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Forget about prices of petrol going down, (Hey that's what they promised anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Forget about who rules what and how. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Truth to tell i don't give a damn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well not compared to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AIESEC UM ELECTIONS&lt;/span&gt; that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Most AIESECers would ask me the same old question... Are you running for EB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and hey nowadays before they even ask me i would reply a definite hell yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Heheh it's not just the next step... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's an oppurtunity to improve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;An oppurtunity to touch lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;An oppurtunity to make an impact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;An oppurtunity to be somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Make decisions... good ones and bad ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;A learning experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And most importantly.... an oppurtunity of a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So if u ask me why... the typical me would probably say "WHY NOT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but deep down inside i still can't find the answer... It's just one of those things you jump upon without even thinking about... Like jumping headfirst into a pool of thick gooey jelly... not knowing what the heck i'm gonna get...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So I'm taking this big giant leap... taking up a responsibility only god knows how heavy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm doing something with my life... are you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-436118286625890156?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/436118286625890156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=436118286625890156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/436118286625890156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/436118286625890156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/03/elections.html' title='Elections!!'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-5138126767500897963</id><published>2008-03-02T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:21:16.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of true loves and players</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Of true loves and players... Hey most of us out there are still in the midst of looking for the right one and in the midst of all this some of them get lovers instead... I just hate it when people have girlfriends but flirt all over the place... Well at least flirting is the least of the idiotic "i didn't realise what I was doing" crap that this kinda people normally do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yes I have guy friends who's with a special someone but do they bother making them the only one?? No they do not!! and I fucking despise all that shit!! Love cause you mean it god damn it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sigh does the male community knows that this is happening to them?? Yes they know it but is anyone doing anything to stop it?? No!! They don't know how!! Heck even i don't know how to stop jerks from being jerks but hey at least i'm not one of them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Imagine having a girlfriend far off but having other girlfriends nearby?? That's just plain ridiculous... hey i'd understand if they are just friends instead of 'just friends' but sometimes its gone way too far... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everyone has the right to be loved but no one deserves to be torn apart from someone they love and whom they 'think' loves them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well if you have a special someone and you're cherishing every moment together, make sure it stays that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you don't... well good luck to you my friend ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-5138126767500897963?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5138126767500897963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=5138126767500897963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/5138126767500897963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/5138126767500897963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/03/of-true-loves-and-players.html' title='Of true loves and players'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-1397516796250376257</id><published>2008-02-27T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T07:28:37.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Lia ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I need a mathematician to count the times i've said i love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;a doctor to check wether you took my breathe away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;an economist to ponder on oppurtunity cost when i'm away from you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;a philosopher to really understand how much i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;~alif~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ps : it's not taken from a book :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-1397516796250376257?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1397516796250376257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=1397516796250376257' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/1397516796250376257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/1397516796250376257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-lia.html' title='For Lia ;)'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-70996970833265997</id><published>2008-02-22T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T08:20:17.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My car got stolen!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;The title is self explanatory!! I lost my freaking car on Chap Goh Meh!! Wtf man one minute its there and the next the whole damn thing is gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i went to take care of the AIESEC booth in Career Path at around 11am and i parked right in front of Dewan Tunku Canselor in University of Malaya. Then when i wanted to get my ass off to class around 1.50pm to submit my damn assignment i just couldn't find my car!! So i went to the guards to report this and then to the Jalan Pantai Police Station where they ask me to get my ass off to the Brickfields Headquarters... When all was done we went for our 'lunch' at 5pm. And I did all this with Goay and Lia's help. Not to mention Ruben who came along as well awhile later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there for me people. Really appreciate all the help and the concern that you guys showed ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K now back to the story... After our 'lunch' in Pelita! Ruben was about to reach 6th college when Sarjan Dana called and said they found my car!! But without tyres and stuff like that. And yeah we had to make a huge turnabout and when we got there My car was there!! My tyres are gone,stereo, battery and most importantly my CD Collections!! Fuck all those CDs are memories.. Some are gifts from friends and stuff like that and each has a journey of its own... And not to mention it sums up to at least rm550! Sigh what to do... my family came along later and lia,ruben and goay left once they came...My parents went with the police officers to get new set of wheels... When all is done we went to the police station again to settle the paperwork...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh all this doesnt even come close into explaining how my whole day had gone by... but hey shit happens... at least i got my car back... at least i got new wheels and hopefully a new stereo... and most importantly at least i'm not the one paying the bill! =P That was how my day turned out to be.. For all the shits i've gone through yesterday and the agonizing loss i felt for my CD collections... I'll be mourning your lost... The emptiness you've left behind... the silent moments without Prince, The Darkness, Van Halen, Jamie Cullum, Foo Fighters, Chris Botti etc... To those who have it right now... i don't think you would like most of my collections heheh... Well its just life i guess... Shit can happen anytime anywhere without any warning.. and i've handled it well i guess... Well i might fret a lil bit here and there but what's most important is that i've been through it and i've pulled free from it... right now anyway... til then i'll just hope for the best and hopefully my luck will turn around... I've always looked at the positive side of things... and yeah yesterday i think i handled it well... hey i didn't break down or anything marr lolz... To have lost a car and still be smiling about it and not to mention attending AIESEC episodes after that... Wow i amaze myself sometimes heheh... Once again... Thank you Family, Friends and Society... For making my day ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-70996970833265997?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/70996970833265997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=70996970833265997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/70996970833265997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/70996970833265997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-car-got-stolen.html' title='My car got stolen!!'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-4853231410038210864</id><published>2008-02-20T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T07:08:32.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well I had my first share of being there during Career Path 08 in University of Malaya. Well going through companies, talking and even getting little insights of what to expect once i start working. To tell you the truth it freaks me out a little bit. Yes i know that it's competitive and all that but actually being there and talking those 'recruiters' are making me thinking like heck what the heck am i here in this world for! They're not recruiting people! They are basically scaring them off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so used to being the easy going kinda guy and later on once i get into the corporate world will i be able to manage?? Having a major in Mechanical Engineering in the near future but will i be happy with life?? Will I get the chance to do what I like? WHAT THE HECK DO I LIKE DOING IN THE FIRST PLACE?? Am I going to be a somebody?? Am i willing to go all out to achieve something later on?? I guess it all depends on what you want in life that time during that PARTICULAR TIME. So now i'll sit back and enjoy the rest of my student life... Joining AIESEC and meeting people... growing my already booming NETWORK and going with the flow as i slowly merge into a corporate sector... for now i am alif... the idiot whom you guys love to hang out with =P Chilling out!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-4853231410038210864?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4853231410038210864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=4853231410038210864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/4853231410038210864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/4853231410038210864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/02/real-world.html' title='The Real World'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-5777206784292391456</id><published>2008-02-16T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T22:45:31.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part-timing Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Woke up at 7am! Had breakfast a lil bit and studied a bit here and there... i have two tests on monday and wednesday but i'm working from 10am-9pm during the weekends!! Geez imagine those student-working people.... Student in the day and baristas at night! Gosh i can't imagine how they could cope with anything what more enjoying life!! Thank god i'm only doing this for the weekends and only within a months time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Students are jugglers... and AIESECers could be the king's bard in comparison.. AIESEC work, studies, assignments and sometimes work.. hey you gotta be great to be able to pull it off... just having been going through it for a day is enough to actually make me feel so bloody stressed up... with tests, assignments, projects, xchange etc coming along next week itself i'll be damned if i'm not alive by the end of the week... i can't go back home this weekend!! Can't do laundry!! =P heheh but hey work wasn't so bad if u don't mind standing almost the whole day... but heck imagine if i were to be working as a mascott i'll be earning rm160 a day!! And that's a HECK LOAD OF CASH where part-time jobs is concerned..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nevermind the stinking costume or the huge clowny shoes and not being able to breathe in the god knows what thingy's... but hey... it's all fun man... had fun giving out balloons to lil kids and seeing their reaction when they saw kent, our mascot for the 2 hours... hahah part time jobs come to me very frequent lately... all thanks to varun... i don't know wether i should thank you or strangle you bro heheh ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-5777206784292391456?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5777206784292391456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=5777206784292391456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/5777206784292391456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/5777206784292391456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/02/part-timing-saturday.html' title='Part-timing Saturday'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-1328087763749217719</id><published>2008-02-15T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T10:29:32.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well Happy Valentines Day though it might be a wee too late. Being someone not really the type to go all out for valentines day i tend to look at things in another perspective. Like some others say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;            "Everyday is a Valentines Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it might be just a way to wiggle through V-Day whilst saving up some cash.. but to some people they really mean it when they say that every day is a valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Should we just get our loved ones gifts on special occasions??&lt;br /&gt;..Why can't we dine in a fancy restaurant any other day just to let your other half know that the sparks are still shining??&lt;br /&gt;..What makes you think that you should say 'i love you' more times during valentines day??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey look at it this way... If you get gifts or bring your someone out on V-Day wouldn't things cost a lil bit more?? And wouldn't it be better when you just bring them out or get them gifts without no particular reason rather than giving them something when they are already expecting it??&lt;br /&gt;I personally believe the secret to a great gift is the element of surprise...It doesnt matter if the things you get isn't all that great but as long as the timing is right then it'll give wonderous results ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those couples out there, make everyday V-Day ayte.. Cherish the ones you have and live life like you've never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for singles out there, hey V-Day or no V-day-happy hunting AND HAPPY SINGLE's AWARENESS DAY!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-1328087763749217719?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1328087763749217719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=1328087763749217719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/1328087763749217719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/1328087763749217719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/02/v-day.html' title='V Day!'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-3525652405263123332</id><published>2008-02-12T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:22:21.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology oh what the heck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well what a 'great' start to the earth rat year i had... First off my handphone gives me all kinds of trouble.. Imagine someone calling you and they can't freaking hear what you're saying!! Heck if you ever wanna get a handphone don't you ever get a Nokia5300... It's great if you're the type to look after your phone and all that but after a few drops it'll get whacked!! Hey i remembered when back in the days when all it takes for a phone to do is answer calls and reply SMSes... Sadly those days are long gone.. with the coming of a whole new era for handphones every few years u'll basically get bored of a brand new phone you bought today in a few month's time!! I AM NOT those who really care about having hightech handphone gadgets and stuff like that but it's just so hard to get a simple decent handphone nowadays.... what with all the handphones having other unimaginable inclusions... so should I get a new handphone or should i just repair the old one?? heck why bother buying any when in 2months time it'll already be 'outdated' ... I guess i'll just continue using old handphone here til i get really annoyed with it then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-3525652405263123332?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3525652405263123332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=3525652405263123332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/3525652405263123332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/3525652405263123332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/02/technology-oh-what-heck.html' title='Technology oh what the heck'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7488990189561536163.post-8039032521032102609</id><published>2008-02-11T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T09:38:44.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beginning??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well I'll be damned... After years of not blogging, will this be a beginning of a new blogging era... well for me at least =P due to the shift or rather the transition from doing pre-uni to a real uni life... time flies and as time descends upon us all we tend to ignore certain things bit by bit, pushing them aside til one day it just seem so alien to us... well that's what happened with my blogging 'career' if you wanna call it that... one minute i was posting up posts almost every week and then it slowly deteriorates til one day it was totally forgotten... But fret not my subjects! Coz i'm back n i'm whack as ever!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So this is what I do... after a one whole week of CNY break (which was supposed to be spent studying mind you)... on the last sunday of the short hol... posting a beginning of what i've long left behind ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7488990189561536163-8039032521032102609?l=falconaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8039032521032102609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7488990189561536163&amp;postID=8039032521032102609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8039032521032102609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7488990189561536163/posts/default/8039032521032102609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falconaire.blogspot.com/2008/02/beginning.html' title='A beginning??'/><author><name>alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00068146009814444378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qO9sXPYeqL4/SOEGiXERUXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U3GniH6Z4Po/S220/close+up.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
