<?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-3889994672059918536</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:14:16.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Average Little Thing .</title><subtitle type='html'>If you always put limit on everything you do, physical or anything else. It will spread into your work and into your life.

There are no limits. There are only plateaus, and you must not stay there, you must go beyond them !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerandirs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889994672059918536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerandirs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mohamed Yousof</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337361203302403069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889994672059918536.post-8057457795845872798</id><published>2009-03-13T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:19:19.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another Unpredictable Storm.</title><content type='html'>It has been of some time that we left the stage&lt;br /&gt;where were led by peers and seniors with what&lt;br /&gt;to do towards our actions or supposingly said&lt;br /&gt;to feed us knowledge required to head on with&lt;br /&gt;the frigtening term know as " life "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wake up one day and realize your life sucks?&lt;br /&gt;That's when I realize Karma.&lt;br /&gt;When you do good things, life give you good things.&lt;br /&gt;And when you do bad things, life give you bad things.&lt;br /&gt;This is my story, My name is Aer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really the icing on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;But as Rocky Balboa had said " Nothing gonna hit you harder then life "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my job hunt has been going rather bad.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Recruite Express Personally and Kelly services&lt;br /&gt;and yet to recieved any call backs. Then one comes to wonder&lt;br /&gt;what's with the big introduction to the company and the 15minutes&lt;br /&gt;interview for in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then sending out over 10 resumes, there's still ain't no reply.&lt;br /&gt;I recently sent one resume to the CPF branch, who has been giving me&lt;br /&gt;issues with my Bank account. And will be talking to Computer Sciences.Corp&lt;br /&gt;whiles deals with some Minor IT project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposingly I got a Job at STeng , but last minute , due to the boss being&lt;br /&gt;overseas, I got to wait for his return. What' a twist of fate. I actually went to&lt;br /&gt;get a Neat look because of that rather then keeping the long hair down to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up coming activity is 8th April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Morning Graduation Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;- Night Gradution Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard quite a lot about a special "Slaying" that's gonna happen on the Graduation Ceremony so I gotta keep on eye on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Than that, I guess it's staying at home watching the news on repeated headlines about&lt;br /&gt;the economy falling and people being retrenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess at times like this, we're all encouraged to say " YES I CAN ".. hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889994672059918536-8057457795845872798?l=aerandirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerandirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8057457795845872798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889994672059918536&amp;postID=8057457795845872798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889994672059918536/posts/default/8057457795845872798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889994672059918536/posts/default/8057457795845872798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerandirs.blogspot.com/2009/03/yet-another-unpredictable-storm.html' title='Yet another Unpredictable Storm.'/><author><name>Mohamed Yousof</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337361203302403069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889994672059918536.post-3729299529410380884</id><published>2009-01-28T01:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:03:07.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter's Journal : The Bait</title><content type='html'>On A Particular Wednesday, on the very last week of&lt;br /&gt;this AY, I had a little adventure with a group of previous classmates of I.&lt;br /&gt;I Dare to say so that it is indeed a humorous story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So This is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Initial Idea was to meet up with Farhana,&lt;br /&gt;Eshther Alicia Marie D/o Joseph Gerrad Xavier and Huda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Upon close to time of arrival , longnames said she had a bad stomach&lt;br /&gt;ache and can't go out ! The shortestname said she got tuition. So it's only Me and Farhana left&lt;br /&gt;which, definitely not consider an outing. Being the brilliant that I am ( also fashionably late ),&lt;br /&gt;thought of a nice way to get people to come &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being slightly late, I got to find this girl hidden amongst the crowd of people. Then I spot her, it's easy to spot her , when he's annoyed at someone being late&lt;br /&gt;( She says.. waiting for the lift at my block is not consider as ON MY WAY ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met the Wrath of her !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC_en9feTTs/SX9KCYBlwZI/AAAAAAAAADk/VpP2IViA7Ug/s1600-h/farhana.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296033091480306066" style="WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC_en9feTTs/SX9KCYBlwZI/AAAAAAAAADk/VpP2IViA7Ug/s200/farhana.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Don't mess with her ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. It was a scary moment back then .. Recalling the excuse that the longname had given, it arose my suspicion. No way, she is going to outsmart a hunter / liar like my self :) So thinking this true, I lay a trap for her !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you trapped a S.P .. while long story cut short. We went to her place despite her will , my idea of course and .. while this is what happen in short !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC_en9feTTs/SX9OE7FIgUI/AAAAAAAAADs/7k5rx591574/s1600-h/eshtrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296037533296656706" style="WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC_en9feTTs/SX9OE7FIgUI/AAAAAAAAADs/7k5rx591574/s200/eshtrap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Manage to Trap the beast and tie her up of course :)&lt;br /&gt;Yes Yes, she was upset but eventually come along willingly&lt;br /&gt;after she is fed ( Mcdonals )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's alright now as you can see ... SMILES on her Faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC_en9feTTs/SX9QCqXpoHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UvzF7t-w4m8/s1600-h/eshcry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296039693474439282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC_en9feTTs/SX9QCqXpoHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UvzF7t-w4m8/s200/eshcry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Eshter with us , well, that's enough reason for another one&lt;br /&gt;to join the party right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... same concept !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC_en9feTTs/SX9VtTrnAcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KbOqre_ywIU/s1600-h/hudatrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296045923676651970" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC_en9feTTs/SX9VtTrnAcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KbOqre_ywIU/s200/hudatrap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macdonals for her too .. but the whole party came !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Just 1 to 2 , to everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;So what happen after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** To Be Continue **&lt;br /&gt;*  When i got time to draw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889994672059918536-3729299529410380884?l=aerandirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerandirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3729299529410380884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889994672059918536&amp;postID=3729299529410380884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889994672059918536/posts/default/3729299529410380884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889994672059918536/posts/default/3729299529410380884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerandirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/walk-in-park.html' title='Hunter&apos;s Journal : The Bait'/><author><name>Mohamed Yousof</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337361203302403069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC_en9feTTs/SX9KCYBlwZI/AAAAAAAAADk/VpP2IViA7Ug/s72-c/farhana.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889994672059918536.post-3212344251078816890</id><published>2009-01-27T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:54:03.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection : Re-Creation</title><content type='html'>There comes a time , In every body life , that we sat down and wonder what we have done so far. Thinking about the choices we made , wondering if the decision is right or wrong. Just as Frequently , we tend of ask ourselve,  which do I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I Should'nt Have&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm Glad I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both answers are undoubtfully inevitable to avoid in life,&lt;br /&gt;but as we progress so does life, For every action there is&lt;br /&gt;an equal and opposite reaction. Beautifully said by the&lt;br /&gt;Guy who had apple dropped on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce&lt;br /&gt;Remember&lt;br /&gt;Regret&lt;br /&gt;Rejoyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What already happened already past, what we look&lt;br /&gt;forwards is the future us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we do , or what to decide from now on , still base&lt;br /&gt;on the same old principles. Like it or not, years ahead of&lt;br /&gt;our future, we will still be thinking , if it was choice #1&lt;br /&gt;or #2.  Imaging what would happened if the other path&lt;br /&gt;was chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was always said that the right path is always&lt;br /&gt;the harder path but who actually says that ? Can&lt;br /&gt;One manupulate the situation so the the right path&lt;br /&gt;always be easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a goal right now , I have a goal in mind.&lt;br /&gt;To accept the one self is to gain  confidence of one's ability.&lt;br /&gt;I will be challenging the barrier that blocks the confidence&lt;br /&gt;and walk a path and say , I am glad that i did ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889994672059918536-3212344251078816890?l=aerandirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerandirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3212344251078816890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889994672059918536&amp;postID=3212344251078816890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889994672059918536/posts/default/3212344251078816890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889994672059918536/posts/default/3212344251078816890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerandirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/reflection-re-creation.html' title='Reflection : Re-Creation'/><author><name>Mohamed Yousof</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337361203302403069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889994672059918536.post-3467506798486949344</id><published>2009-01-25T20:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:47:18.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melody in Life</title><content type='html'>From the distance , I hear&lt;br /&gt;The voice of laughter&lt;br /&gt;So very loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;like it don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closer I hear,&lt;br /&gt;Stranger it seems.&lt;br /&gt;The closer I hear,&lt;br /&gt;More becoming of tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness and Joy&lt;br /&gt;Happiness or Sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;The melody of life&lt;br /&gt;is one that we will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to hear what we hear&lt;br /&gt;But to see what we see.&lt;br /&gt;To bear what we bear&lt;br /&gt;To know if it still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions run across ,&lt;br /&gt;Sadness or Joy.&lt;br /&gt;Music is an instrument&lt;br /&gt;being played from night to dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Life is the instrument that we play&lt;br /&gt;till end of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is the Music&lt;br /&gt;The Music is Life.&lt;br /&gt;This is the Melody&lt;br /&gt;Melody of Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889994672059918536-3467506798486949344?l=aerandirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerandirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3467506798486949344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889994672059918536&amp;postID=3467506798486949344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889994672059918536/posts/default/3467506798486949344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889994672059918536/posts/default/3467506798486949344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerandirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/medoly-of-life.html' title='Melody in Life'/><author><name>Mohamed Yousof</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337361203302403069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889994672059918536.post-6683267968531920425</id><published>2009-01-19T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:09:00.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curtain Closess : Conclusion ! De'Republic Finale'</title><content type='html'>Final Chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special occur here. Everything was how things were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;With the additional project needed to be submitted, it is just a regular semester.&lt;br /&gt;But what impact the most is actually the last few weeks upon graduations. The feeling&lt;br /&gt;of it ending too early is rivaled as much as the feeling stating , it's about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People you don't want to meet, becomes a cause of , " I wanna to at least for the last time ",&lt;br /&gt;people seem to become much more meaningful and bonds suddenly strengthen as the day&lt;br /&gt;closes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end comes the same with every ending, Pictures, Food and more importantly memory.&lt;br /&gt;The dawn of polytechnic life comes to an end, with soo many uncertainty awaits us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the brave men of the country, we will do the national honour by doing its service, while the ladies battle it out in the fierce economy. Many aspect is to become next, but for this chapter for the polytechnic, the curtain has close and it will never open again, for now , comes a new era where the stage and spot light is bigger then ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Thanks to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;My Apologies to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Let us meet each other in the future with smiling faces and curious minds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889994672059918536-6683267968531920425?l=aerandirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerandirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6683267968531920425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889994672059918536&amp;postID=6683267968531920425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889994672059918536/posts/default/6683267968531920425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889994672059918536/posts/default/6683267968531920425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerandirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/curtain-closess-conclusion-derepublic.html' title='The Curtain Closess : Conclusion ! De&apos;Republic Finale&apos;'/><author><name>Mohamed Yousof</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337361203302403069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889994672059918536.post-2596148788443897784</id><published>2009-01-18T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:57:59.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curtain Breaks - Slay &amp; Slain: D'e Republic Climax</title><content type='html'>The Curtains are wide open , letting us in Upon the entry for the real purpose&lt;br /&gt;of our main educational college , that is to study for what we are paying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the door first open, being in a classroom W55m, definitely has an aura of&lt;br /&gt;unpleasanary , definitely much harder to interact despite the first year experience.&lt;br /&gt;You can smell the level of political disagreement event before you met anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was not mistaken at all, that year it self, was the year, not sure which soul&lt;br /&gt;gave me that name ' Master Slayer ' , simply because I tease certain people in&lt;br /&gt;class for their weird or oximoron behaviour syndromes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do meet people, at that point of time, similar, and god know whos again,&lt;br /&gt;call us slayers. And who do we slay? As mentioned by one of them , F-Faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission : To Make the World a better place by defeating the evil that dwell amongst us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare say, it was my most indecent and horrible behaviour I had ever displayed in my&lt;br /&gt;entire life. When I do recall it , I don't really call them pleasant memories but more or less&lt;br /&gt;becoming something that I never really like in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to speak, the victims of the targets are : ______, ______, _______ and whosoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I do believe that point of time , being mean feels soo good that it somehow devour and swollow me whole that I became a different person completly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do tease them now, but I dare say, at the very least, It has drop to a certain level. Maybe more acceptable , or maybe I am able to make more friends this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only the  Victims , but everyone else in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first semester was fun and thrilling, making me feel real high, but despite that&lt;br /&gt;if given a chance, I would take most of the moments away. Definitely, I always want to&lt;br /&gt;be known as Mr.NiceGuy , Never Master Slayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our fun , definitely , but somehow , I do believed my went too far to some extend.&lt;br /&gt;so what do I do to make that up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Being me is who I am , so apparently ,&lt;br /&gt;I got to change who I am first, to able to acceept myself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come in the 2nd wave of the next semester. On the contrary , it does&lt;br /&gt;not have any 'bad' feeling towards it. It has an happy go lucky atmoshpere and there&lt;br /&gt;I manage to display my jovial joker prankster type again.  Those were happy moments&lt;br /&gt;where we have a group leave 3rdmeetingandwatch moview session and letsskipclassandplayxboxsession. It was interesting , meeting interesting people which i do want to keep contact still like Kwanchakaweeratannaphon and my lovely Ohmeiqimaria and alot of more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd semester main class of the total opposite from the first sem, and its is the semester where i met a special person :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889994672059918536-2596148788443897784?l=aerandirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerandirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2596148788443897784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889994672059918536&amp;postID=2596148788443897784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889994672059918536/posts/default/2596148788443897784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889994672059918536/posts/default/2596148788443897784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerandirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/curtain-breaks-slaying-and-laughing-de.html' title='The Curtain Breaks - Slay &amp; Slain: D&apos;e Republic Climax'/><author><name>Mohamed Yousof</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337361203302403069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889994672059918536.post-1079318899385417715</id><published>2009-01-18T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:18:08.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curtain Awakes - Arrival :D'e Republic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i316/cena39/HPIM1852.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republic Polytechnic,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The college that where I will be graduating very soon in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;From a place with soo many doubts, I some how , really doubts those doubts now.&lt;br /&gt;From the steps of Singapore Poly , I walk off and enter Republic Poly. Now , I have to&lt;br /&gt;step towards the Republic of the Country with National Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the steps of entry , I started out , inferior to the rest, due to my secondary&lt;br /&gt;school nature of always being picked on. Such memories are one would love to overcome&lt;br /&gt;and prove wrong .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first year started out , in a easy and playful manner, definitely easy and fun. Though&lt;br /&gt;things to some point, did not go on well. As dynamic as the class is , certain idealogy will&lt;br /&gt;conflict and sparks started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Things went smoth to rough for me over there. Probably because I want to be different soo much that I went over board with some things or perphaps , I force around the situation. You can say, it was a thetherical play with a twist in the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then starts the second semester, where everyone started out with new classmates, but I do&lt;br /&gt;have to admit, that this bunch of class is pretty interesting. People I know where were more like&lt;br /&gt;me and many of time were excellent talkers. One of Name is Mr. Muhammad Khalis Emran,&lt;br /&gt;who claims arguable beyond Iron Chef who if all person to be blame , is probably the one that&lt;br /&gt;planted the seed of evil onto me. Not much politics but alot of interesting characters and&lt;br /&gt;happening . It was my first , Clubbing I have ever been to and definitely the first Binalle exibition I have attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year ended smooth, not much to end about but making new friends, interesting people&lt;br /&gt;definitely and I got to taste Khalis Egg Sandwhich and honey grazed chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 1.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i316/cena39/HPIM1863.jpg"&gt;http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i316/cena39/HPIM1863.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i316/cena39/HPIM1852.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i316/cena39/HPIM1856.jpg"&gt;http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i316/cena39/HPIM1856.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i316/cena39/HPIM1852.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i316/cena39/HPIM1852.jpg"&gt;http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i316/cena39/HPIM1852.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute Video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9E5AFKwKXSI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9E5AFKwKXSI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3FQ7Q8upPw&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3FQ7Q8upPw&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3wTZUQHjvU&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3wTZUQHjvU&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Probably the only time in RP where I'm actually more towards decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i316/cena39/HPIM1852.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Year 1.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i316/cena39/CIMG0733.jpg"&gt;http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i316/cena39/CIMG0733.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i316/cena39/CIMG0732.jpg"&gt;http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i316/cena39/CIMG0732.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i316/cena39/CIMG0801.jpg"&gt;http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i316/cena39/CIMG0801.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889994672059918536-1079318899385417715?l=aerandirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerandirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1079318899385417715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889994672059918536&amp;postID=1079318899385417715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889994672059918536/posts/default/1079318899385417715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889994672059918536/posts/default/1079318899385417715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerandirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/curtain-in-closing-conclusion-of-de.html' title='The Curtain Awakes - Arrival :D&apos;e Republic'/><author><name>Mohamed Yousof</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337361203302403069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
