<?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-22140418</id><updated>2011-12-14T11:55:35.325+08:00</updated><category term='Hate'/><category term='astro'/><category term='Jigoku Shoujo'/><category term='Hag'/><category term='sony'/><category term='UBK'/><category term='MP3'/><category term='cheap'/><category term='happy'/><category term='pirated'/><category term='Thief'/><category term='amazing race asia'/><category term='Stupid'/><category term='Angry'/><category term='Rainny day'/><category term='Heart art'/><category term='liars'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='Hell girl'/><category term='excited'/><category term='Mid nite'/><category term='Yong Moi Moi'/><category term='anime'/><category term='DVD'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Sucker'/><category term='AmineTech'/><category term='Sungai way'/><title type='text'>Iced Feather</title><subtitle type='html'>-Different? Special? No. It is just another sad replica created to mimic the real ones, hoping that it has the functions of the real ones...-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-597798295685553188</id><published>2007-10-23T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:58:34.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Iced Feather</title><content type='html'>Wondered why i don't do blogging anymore, the reason is simple...i'm fedup with this blog after staring at it's dark simple nothing new template. I don't feel like deleting this blog from it's existence, after all it did brings many memories and feelings thus, i decided to remain it as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, farewell to my dear almost 2 year old blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to those who somejow wondered here by purpose, this is my new blog&lt;br /&gt;http://judgehanfei.blogspot.com/...still in the process of contructing though....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-597798295685553188?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/597798295685553188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=597798295685553188' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/597798295685553188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/597798295685553188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2007/10/bye-iced-feather.html' title='Bye Iced Feather'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-7470438000903793159</id><published>2007-10-13T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:29:16.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mid nite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sungai way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thief'/><title type='text'>Sg.Way Operation: THIEF</title><content type='html'>Preface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that you guys (my not-so faithful readers) been wondering, what happened to this blog? HanFei die already ar? Why doesn’t she update her pathetic and almost forgotten blog? Is she THAT busy until she doesn’t have even the slightest spare time to update her blog? Got boyfriend already ar? &lt;br /&gt;Hello!!! Do I sound like I have a boy friend here? Gawd, I wish I had one filthy rich boyfriend. Unlike some couples here….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha h ah aha....'curse' me all you want, I don't mind, just don't curse that my STPM will results look terribly ugly or I failed to enter local U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there’s something I want to crap about today, and right now. Thus I decided to finally update my blog, so guys who SOMEHOW ACCIDENTALLY wondered to this blog, I hope you guys can enjoy one of my odd MIDNITE Experience. Happened on 12 oct 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this event as &lt;br /&gt;Sg. Way Operation THEIF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny afternoon or is it rainy morning….?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t really matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one thing is for sure that the day after that day, it is a windy and quiet night, midnight to be more precise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a black guy whose skin is so dark that it made a perfect camouflage for him to move around in a not-so bright neighbourhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly he passed by, house by house, suddenly he halt abruptly just right in front of a house. He glanced the house’s surrounding. Its fence is low and there was nothing dangerous enough to threaten this guy to abort their lecherous plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not his 1st time to do such foul deed in this self-caring, simple-minded and least trustful neighbourhood, and in fact he lost count of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked left, then right. Feeling safe and self-confident, he waved his hand. Indeed he was not alone, there was another with him. A guy appeared from the moonless shadow hurriedly pace to his side. He too had a natural camouflage just like his partner in crime yet his was slightly lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the 1st one glanced around to make sure no one was awake, then, together they moved towards to the short bricked wall, attempting to climb the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night wind was howling. The trees were waving slowly and calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They laughed. They were laughing quietly. They were half way there. &lt;br /&gt;They had faith that tonight will be another good night. &lt;br /&gt;Then, their guffaw froze. The target house was lit. &lt;br /&gt;Did someone notice their presence? Immediately they turned back, thinking of getting away from here as soon as possible. But they were outnumbered. In front of them stood almost a dozen of middle age men, each armed with thin yet sturdy stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stared those 2 with such enmity. This is not the 1st time these 2 did such act around this neighbourhood. In fact they had broken into this street’s residents for more than 5 times in just a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 2 trembled with fear. &lt;br /&gt;One of them tried to glanced a way out. And he saw that one of the mob members wore the slippers wrongly, he was wearing a pink girly left shoe, on his right foot.&lt;br /&gt;And some of them were even gasping for air; apparently, they had such a hurry when they got the news about the sighting of some suspicious black guys in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, out of no where 2 more shadows appeared from the dark close by and started to run further away from these angry people. Some of the mob members tried to chase them but, how can a more then 50 year old man who likes to smoke and drink beer with his friends while watching football late night catch up a 30 year old guy who had such guts to steal stuff from people? &lt;br /&gt;So yeah, they got away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time as the left behind two watched their friend got away safely they started to have the urge to flee just like them. Immediately the 2nd one leaped down from the wall and tried to dash away the angry mob. But he was not fast enough, they quickly surrounded him. Without warning, one of his past victims strike the 2nd one down with the stick. With that, most of the mob started to beat the guy merciless while shouting foul and dirty word at him, “Lu pokai punya tiu anjing, kasi kami pukul lu,  asyik curi kami punya barang, bukan sekali, banyak-banyak kali, tengok lain kali berani curi lagi tak har! Curi lah, curi la!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had opened a chance for the 1st one to run, and thus he ran as fast as he could, with all his might. H e succeeded, leaving his partner bleeding in agony.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships, this is how it is when it comes to saving one’s self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man cried desperately for help, “Tolong…tolong…tolong…” as he fell on the ground. But all of his 3 friend had long gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the mob members tried to stop them, but it was futile for they were filled with uncontrolled RAGE. Neighbours surrounding the house were awakened by the noise; some of them even ran out of their house to watch the whole event unfold in front t of their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon these middle aged men got tired. Many of them stopped, panting. &lt;br /&gt;Somehow that guy, who failed to be a thief, got up and ran with his crippled leg towards the house which he failed to steal. Looking at the pathetic thief’s state, they chose not to chase him instead, slowly pace by pace they cornered him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was cornered,  he leaned against the fence, and stare down, after this fence there’s gonna be a long way down for that streets residence are located at the hill top, while behind that streets residence was a much lower housing ground., the man looked back at the mob once more. He gulped his saliva and then hastily climbed the fence. He jumped, followed behind was a loud pound on the ground below. That sounded as if he had a really painful fall. &lt;br /&gt;The mob was shocked. They couldn’t react in time, by the time, some of the mob member arrived that place where the thief fell (by using a long way to get there), he had long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad they did not get his identity card. &lt;br /&gt;Guessed such hate and haste blinded these not so educated men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the police came. It was 3.30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angry mob looked at each other. &lt;br /&gt;“Which fool called the POLICE? I thought that we agreed to take matters into out hands. See, now we need to make a report and pass thru many procedures.”&lt;br /&gt;No one speak. Some of them sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police came and asked. They checked the place by which the whole event occurred. Nothing was found save for the thief blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one of the mob started to ask his friends frantically (in hakka), “Yiu yin kon dao ngai ke kah nga mao? Ngai tiu xian hau che da ai zak si cet lao ai si, da lot hoi ngai ke kah nga…”&lt;br /&gt;For translations please highlight the word after this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyone saw my fake teeth? I think just now when I was beating that damn thief, I accidentally dropped it…" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftermath… &lt;br /&gt;Many of them started to leave the place and headed back home. They took their stick with them. Many of them pass by another house which located just beside the house which the burglar attempted to break in. Not even once the light of this house was lit.&lt;br /&gt;There was 2 pair of brown eyes staring at them in darkness from that house’s window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me? &lt;br /&gt;What part I partake in this major event of my residence area?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I was one of the bystanders from that house who was awakened by the noise from outside along with my aunt. And we are the one that called the police. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note, &lt;br /&gt;This whole event was reconstructed using reviews, opinions and stories from my neighbours who either witnessed the whole event or just heard it somewhere and my grandma who is very busybody about everything that happened around our house, and finally my imagination to bind them all together. &lt;br /&gt;Thus most of them are Truth, even the slipper and the teeth joke. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make this whole event story-like, since that I have long time no write essays, just trying to regain what I had lost after MUET. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;SO readers, reviews, please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-7470438000903793159?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/7470438000903793159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=7470438000903793159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/7470438000903793159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/7470438000903793159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2007/10/sgway-operation-thief.html' title='Sg.Way Operation: THIEF'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-3813646144828658976</id><published>2007-05-29T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T17:36:48.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jigoku Shoujo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hell girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Jigoku Shojo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/Rlvm1dIvtAI/AAAAAAAAACM/TQWiV9XfguQ/s1600-h/200612721135739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069899611564389378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/Rlvm1dIvtAI/AAAAAAAAACM/TQWiV9XfguQ/s400/200612721135739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I went to Youtube and tried to dig some shows to watch and I stumbled upon this show, Jigoku Shoujo Futakomori, the sequel of a gerat anime, jigoku shoujo. I watched every episodes that are available on you tube and all of a sudden I get all obsess with it all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sypnosis was something like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/Rlvm1tIvtBI/AAAAAAAAACU/n0n9PT7m6jc/s1600-h/0027s.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069899615859356690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/Rlvm1tIvtBI/AAAAAAAAACU/n0n9PT7m6jc/s400/0027s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;闇に惑いし哀れな影よ・・・ 人を傷つけ貶めて、罪に溺れし業の魂 ・・・　いっぺん、死んで見る?&lt;br /&gt;("O Pitiful shadow cloaked in darkness.Thy actions cause men pain and suffering. Thy hollow soul drowns in thy sins. Would you like to see what death is like?" )&lt;br /&gt;-Enma Ai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each short story of which the series consists describes the suffering of a different individual caused by one or more antagonists. A website known as Jigoku Tsūshin may only be accessed at midnight by one who harbors a desire for revenge against their tormenter. Should someone submit the name of one they hate, the Jigoku Shōjo (Hell Girl) will offer them a black straw doll with a red string wound about its neck. If the string is pulled, she will ferry the recipient of the revenge straightaway to Hell, but on the condition that those who request her intervention fall into Hell as well at the end of their natural lives.&lt;br /&gt;During each story, the protagonists' dramas are explained in detail from the start of their grudges, through the escalation of their torment until it becomes unbearable and they resort to the "Jigoku Tsūshin" (correspondence with Hell) - a mysterious black colored web site only accessible at midnight. The contents of the site are only a text: "あなたの怨み、晴らします。 (We will take revenge on your behalf.)", a text box where the grudge's object must be written, and a "送信 (Send)" button. Some time after the post, they are visited by Enma Ai, a young red eyed girl wearing a traditional sailor school uniform. She delivers them a black straw doll (In the second season, the doll may also be red or dark blue depending on who turns into it) with a red string tied to its neck, and she tells them that if they want their vengeance to be delivered, they must remove the string from the doll, and their enemies will be immediately taken to Hell. However, a crest shaped mark will appear on the protagonists' chests, always reminding them that after their lives come to an end, they must give compensation by having their own souls also sent to Hell. (taken out from wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was a masterpiece! It was an interesting concept about people browsing the website to hell and type the name they hate so that the hell girl would send these people to hell.&lt;br /&gt;It shows bitterness in every human relation they could think of. Brother and sister, teachers and students etc, in hatred there lays love, and in love there is hatred. The complex relationships are uncovered one by one. It’s much better than the 1st season, where they mostly focus on hatred and revenge. And the background of the Jigoku Shoujo will be reveal bit by bit (how she ended as a hell girl was explained in the end of the 1st season and the beginning of the 2nd season, go watch them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/Rlvm1NIvs_I/AAAAAAAAACE/vaU1NHKqNhk/s1600-h/DVD_22t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069899607269422066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/Rlvm1NIvs_I/AAAAAAAAACE/vaU1NHKqNhk/s400/DVD_22t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! I love this show so much but the ending was rather sad for the main character, Enma Ai, the Jigoku Shoujo, (translation: Hell girl) and the recurring character from the 1st seasons appeared too, but only once, leaving a cryptic message behind, which makes the viewers in confusion, what really happened to her and her father between 1st and 2nd season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kikuri, I think she’s quite cute! Even though she’s quite evil and sometimes, destroying stuff and meddling Ai’s task, she’s still CUTE! Maybe she’s evil because of her master. :P ( don’t ask me, watch them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the music is quite good, but the rest are much better if you just watch it while paying attention to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favourite scenes, the reappearance of Tsugumi!&lt;br /&gt;(ps. She’s the recurring character I’m talking about!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2EIb4y6jic"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2EIb4y6jic" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the ending I get all depressed again, Ai started out herself as a slightly extra ordinary girl and ended in such a tragic manner. Sigh, I can’t believe she just… … like that! I guess there won’t be a 3rd season anymore, huh? At least the animators did a very good job in wrapping the whole story up. Like Ai said, “This is…the end…now…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browsed the webs and found something interesting; they actually sell Ai dolls, but sadly they don sell them outside of japan and one of them approximately 16800 yen which is equivalent to somewhere RM500! OMG! I can’t afford that…guess I better just stick to watching the anime, which I’m good at…:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/Rlvm1NIvs9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/QPWbrVe17j0/s1600-h/00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069899607269422034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/Rlvm1NIvs9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/QPWbrVe17j0/s400/00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna buy the original DVD! But apparently that seem to be impossible living in this full of pirated DVDs country. Which is the original and which is pirated, I can’t tell until I watch them on video. How sad… anyway, I still gonna buy no matter what it takes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/Rlvm1NIvs-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ghgjyWO67qs/s1600-h/DVD_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069899607269422050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/Rlvm1NIvs-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ghgjyWO67qs/s400/DVD_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she always looked so lonely?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-3813646144828658976?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jigokushoujo.com/' title='Jigoku Shojo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/3813646144828658976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=3813646144828658976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/3813646144828658976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/3813646144828658976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2007/05/jigoku-shojo.html' title='Jigoku Shojo'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/Rlvm1dIvtAI/AAAAAAAAACM/TQWiV9XfguQ/s72-c/200612721135739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-5471759166733515581</id><published>2007-05-26T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T21:03:49.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart art'/><title type='text'>The Heart Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/Rlgvt9Ivs8I/AAAAAAAAABs/pXi5EBmIZHw/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068853847157355458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/Rlgvt9Ivs8I/AAAAAAAAABs/pXi5EBmIZHw/s400/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made this using photoshop for my sister, for her donno whatsoever Lembaga Maintaince stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-5471759166733515581?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/5471759166733515581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=5471759166733515581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/5471759166733515581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/5471759166733515581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2007/05/heart-art.html' title='The Heart Art'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/Rlgvt9Ivs8I/AAAAAAAAABs/pXi5EBmIZHw/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-6331454533189581491</id><published>2007-04-14T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T20:25:11.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainny day'/><title type='text'>Today's Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>Just now I had experienced the biggest storm I ever saw in my whole boring life. Today was an overly hot and sunny day, but, when afternoon came, the sky began to darken so quickly yet no one seemed to bother since everyone here was so used to such unpredictable weather. As usual, my family was going to Taman Mayang's Church for our weekly Mass, we left at 5 p.m., just as we get in the car the rain began to pour upon this shrouded land, at 1st it was just an ordinary rain but then it continued to pour and pour while the wind grew stronger and stronger. All of the sudden, the road was no longer clear, the visibility was only 10m, while every where our car went, there are broken tree branches blocking our path. At that moment, when I saw these things happening, I had an indescribable yet excited feeling! I felt as if I was in a safely protected roller coaster! This was so FUN! For once in my boring life, I had something like this to talk about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mass, the rain had long stopped and the wet land was beginning to dry out and thus my family headed home, only our way, we saw those broken tree branches were sill on the road blocking our path, as we passed by the residential areas, we saw peoples standing on their roof top repair their partially blown away roof. Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that my kampong like residential areas had the most people repairing their houses, since most of their &lt;em&gt;ataps&lt;/em&gt; are simply placed on without any.&lt;br /&gt;Even our neighbor’s was blown off too! Hahahahaha….fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I reached home, only I realized our house suffered the aftermath of the rain too!, some how the waters managed to invade our living room and flooded it while the television set was unable to be switch on! Oh my GOOGNESS! Few moments later, the lights went out! SWEAT, but thank GOD, the light came back and the television was able to be watch again! Hahahahahahaha…………&lt;br /&gt;This was a really adventurous and happy day for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-6331454533189581491?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6331454533189581491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=6331454533189581491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/6331454533189581491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/6331454533189581491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2007/04/todays-rainy-day.html' title='Today&apos;s Rainy Day'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-6178942446042160841</id><published>2007-04-04T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:07:58.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yong Moi Moi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UBK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sucker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hate'/><title type='text'>SUCKER HAG</title><content type='html'>Today, it was supposed to be a ordinary, nothing special, boring Wednesday where I did my weekly Wednesday routine: go to school study, study half dead, then, after school, I had to go to attend my co-curricular activity, ping pong, which I often considered it as a old man’s game. Boring, boring, boring day, it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, today was rather different.&lt;br /&gt;During schooling hour, the Counseling Unit had organized a little talked about selecting the right Universities based you desired career (something like, can't remember much though I tried.) especially for the soon to be graduates of this school, the six forms and the form fives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again as usual, our class was late and we separate into several groups, most of the girls were sitting on the 1st and 2nd row while the rest preferred behind. Me, SuFen and some girls chose to sit on the left side of the lecture hall, while the others chose the right. As my ass was just resting on the plastic made chair, I heard Yong Moi Moi (the infamous teacher who attitude strongly contrasted her role as a caring counselor, feared and hated by everyone she ever meet, that old Sucker Hag.) asking, “those from the U6Bs, please raise up your hands,” followed by “U6S, raise up your hands,” and, “U6F, raise up your hands.”&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that, there were a bunch of girls sitting at the front row did not raise any of their hands during those instructions, she ill-manneredly spoke to those girls on the right side (which is from my class)in Chinese, “Don’t you people have any hands?! Why don't you raise your hands?”&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese version is something like, “你 们 没 有 手 的 阿!? 做 么 不 举 手!?”&lt;br /&gt;What the HECK?!&lt;br /&gt;Such words angered many of those who were sitting on that right side's 1st and 2nd row. Hag, you did not say, “U6A, please raise up your hands,”! And you were angry at, my (our) class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the HAG!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our people replied her, “You did not ask us to do so,” in rather polite manner, but deep in their hearts they very very unhappy about it.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that she did something wrong or rather what she referred it as a mistake, her attitude toward them changed so quickly, faster that a speed of light, she softened yet, she did not apologized.&lt;br /&gt;Hooray! What a great example for the counselors and the students!&lt;br /&gt;Inspiring indeed, DON'T APOLOGISED FOR WHAT YOU DID THAT MAKES OTHERS UNHAPPY, I'm sure to bear this in mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the session was near to an end, Miss Sherlina (our other counselor came forth to give a short speech about calculating our CGPA (cumulative grade something something, can't remember too long.), she looked rather thin and pale, it was obvious to many that she suffers a great deal of torment under the leadership of a tyrant HAG!&lt;br /&gt;Kind of sympathy with her….sigh…&lt;br /&gt;And seemed that that Yong Moi MOi can't bear to see her have so much attention, she urged Miss Sherlina to finish her speech immediately, again in a (三八)and rude manner!&lt;br /&gt;Geez, can't she wait? Well, we can!&lt;br /&gt;Sigh…wonder when will beautiful flower like Miss Sherlina will wither stay too long by the side the stinky yet gigantic Raflesia?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, all these might sound like a crap to you, but there is one thing that really spoiled my mood on this very day. Like that said just now, I had ping pong, yet I doesn't very keen about it, since I don’t know how to play, but today, the funny Mei Kee was with me during co-curricular activities, both of us had such fun playing ping pong, for once, and I played until the teacher in-change told us that we had to leave. Thus we left with a extremely happy mood while joking on the way to meet ShuTing. After that, three of us headed back to our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way, we passed by Yong Moi Moi, I saw her glancing around for something, or rather, someone. Immediately, I knew that she was looking for a petty KULI (苦力) to do her worthless task which she alone was too lazy to do it. I thought that since I was no longer her underlings and pitiful KULI, I was sacked by her without the Pn. Lim Pek Cho being notified, I can just walked pass her without feeling scare or intimidated. And then, she spotted me, she motioned me to come to her side, WHAT THE HECK?!&lt;br /&gt;"Ar...Hanfei come here,” she said. “there's something I want you to do, take this paper to Pn. Konasuyagi(something like that),”&lt;br /&gt;"Har? Do something?” I said reluctantly with a unhappy face since I know that once she asked you to do something, it is going to be a real annoying and tiring job, you gotta run up and run down, at that moment I just wanna go home. So I added, “but you sacked me!”&lt;br /&gt;And you know what the sucker hag replied?!&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care whether you are being sacked or not, YOU STILL A MEMBER OF MY CLUB!”&lt;br /&gt;At that time I was like, WHAT?! But I remained silent with a slight change on my face, from unhappy to unsatisfied. 脸黑. But the fact that, I can't fight that sucker Hag back, she is a teacher after all, and I'm a student, as a student we must always always RESPECT the teachers no matter they are right or wrong. SO I replied, “I don't even know whose that teacher is?”&lt;br /&gt;She rose up her tone and commanded, “She's an afternoon session teacher, come in the couselling room and see her photo.” With that she entered the room which was just beside her with out waiting for me to reply, and before entering the room, I heard she said loudly, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“DON'T SHOW ME THAT FACE and THAT ADDITUDE!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKER HER! It is wrong to give her THAT FACE?! Har!? My ADDITUDE?! WHAT ABOUT YOURS?! YOURS VERY GOOD AR?! I’m NOT YOUR SERVANT ANYMORE AND YOU STILL WANNA ORDER ME AROUND?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NOT OBLIGATION TO HELP YOU ANYMORE OR SUFEER YOUR TEMPER! YOU SUCKER HAG! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gave you the bloody right to do so? God?! You are nothing more but a mere insignificant outdated old hated Hag!&lt;br /&gt;Hail, Yong Moi Moi, for now.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, your downfall will come, and when that happens, you plunge deep down in the endless abyss and will never be able to see the surface, no matters how you cry or shout for help, no one will come to your call, and you live in regret for the rest of your life, remembered only as the old SUCKER HAG in the hearts of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUCKER HAG!&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/22140418-6178942446042160841?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6178942446042160841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=6178942446042160841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/6178942446042160841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/6178942446042160841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2007/04/sucker-hag.html' title='SUCKER HAG'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-8689561073334934479</id><published>2007-03-17T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T14:30:58.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AmineTech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DVD'/><title type='text'>AmineTech</title><content type='html'>Ever been to &lt;a href="http://www.animetech.net/index.php"&gt;AnimeTech&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I've been there dozens of times always staring at thru their glass of Anime/Manga figures. Of course product like these the price of sky high! I never think highly about those action figures they sell, I know how a true good quality figure should be, but at the very least, &lt;em&gt;I thought&lt;/em&gt; that the anime DVD that they sell was 100% imported, with great translation, clear image etc, with everything perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I fell in love another Japanese Visual Novel titled &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fate/Stay_Night"&gt;Fate/Night Stay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, unfortunately I can’t read Japanese and the only resolution was to buy its anime and watch with Chinese or English translation. Being overly obsessed with it, I sought to be the highest DVD quality there is to be available in the local market, thus I went to AnimeTech to seek for the DVD, indeed they have, and it costs &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM59.90&lt;/span&gt;. For me it was &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt; since I know the price of a &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;pirated DVD such as this would cost in the Petaling Street, most of the time never exceeds RM20.00. &lt;/span&gt;I asked my sister to buy it, that night, excitedly I watched. And guess WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/RfuJwwNL5yI/AAAAAAAAABU/EHRP-Y9kFZw/s1600-h/IMG_1460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042775678438336290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/RfuJwwNL5yI/AAAAAAAAABU/EHRP-Y9kFZw/s400/IMG_1460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The DVD that my sister bought for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The images were blurry with pixels&lt;/span&gt;! I thought it was the DVD player's problem when I tried it on my PS2, it was still the same, refusing to believe the fact that AmineTech sell low quality product I tried to seek another way to contradict this fact, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I click “title menu” and to me DISMAY, the phrase ‘play all’, they spell it, ‘paly all’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh my God, how can this be happening to me! Unsettled, I clicked the pathetic phrase “paly all” and started to watch the Anime, and there it goes again! &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The translation, apparently it sort of has a mind of it own, especially the English translation, when the Japanese voice speak the English word ‘master’, that translation was just translated it into ‘Magician’&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/RfuJxANL5zI/AAAAAAAAABc/z2F4lq-DrcU/s1600-h/IMG_1462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042775682733303602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/RfuJxANL5zI/AAAAAAAAABc/z2F4lq-DrcU/s400/IMG_1462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take note at the word 'FAKE' on the blue greenish piece of paper which was approved by the Malaysian Government, HOW INRONIC!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the HECK!!! All these evidence were pointing only to one fact, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;THIS IS A PIRATED DVD&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;How can a company like AmineTech who has 5 branches all around the busiest shopping malls in this country sell CHEAP PRODUCTS&lt;/span&gt;! I can get quality like these at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petaling_Street"&gt;Petaling Street &lt;/a&gt;with half of its price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with great disappointment, I called the Mid Valley branch where my sister bought the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, how may I help you?” A female voice asked softly with Chinese accent in it. Too soft, how she convince customers with voices like these! Geez! And yes, I’m very angry right now.&lt;br /&gt;“Hi,” I greeted unhappily, “Today there’s a customer bought a product by the title of &lt;em&gt;Fate/Night Stay&lt;/em&gt;, and I just got home watched the DVD and the quality was not as I expected…”&lt;br /&gt;“Huh? Erm…please wait for a minute,” the poor girl said weakly, and she went to get someone more superior to her, after waiting for more than a minute, a male voice finally spoke up, “hello, how may I help you?”&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH! These people are so……!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I stared to explain everything I found, and, “Erm…this was the 1st time customer ever complain about things like these maybe, you would like to come over and we discuss about it?”&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK!? Still I agreed, it was much better if I complain to them head on and show them their pathetic product. Then we hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, after been thru so many troubles, eventually, I arrived. Waiting for like 10 minutes the sales boy settled his sales with a young and ignorant customer, I finally explained my presence. The boy went panicked, not knowing what to do; quickly he went to ask a much older looking lady for help. The lady came, and AGAIN, I explained, the lady, started to counter my every fact with what she thought to be a good explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“If you really want a 100% clear without problem DVD, it costs you at least RM119.00,”&lt;br /&gt;HUH? WHAT?! “Then what about those which cost less than RM119.00? Aren’t they all the same?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not reply.&lt;br /&gt;“I am very very disappointed with your company, I pay the triple of the price and I get some thing with quality equivalent to pirated stuff that can be bought in Petaling Street?! This is how you guys do business?” I asked, in disbelieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“This is not our problem, it’s the supplier, and we can’t do anything about it,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HECK! What explanation is that?!&lt;br /&gt;“The problem now, is that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can’t refund&lt;/span&gt;,”&lt;br /&gt;“SO what do you propose I do?” I asked again.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, you can exchange for another title, I will show you,” and she lead me to the a pile of anime DVDs, I again and again hoping to find some interesting titles, but sadly, there is none. After glancing around for like 15 minutes, I eventually, asked the lady again, “Apparently I can’t find any title that is interesting why don’t you one propose to me?”&lt;br /&gt;The lady did as I told, and asked me what king of genre I like and the ending I prefer, then proposed the title&lt;em&gt; please, Teacher&lt;/em&gt; who had been aired by ANIMAX. What the hell, that love story between teacher and student, EW….give me a break! I just shook my head. And she proceeded to introduce more disgusting love stories related anime, eeee-yak! What do I looked like?! Geez!&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t think I like love stories like these,” she continued to introduced other titles, and sadly, most of the Anime she introduced are aired on ANIMAX. For every title she introduced I just shook my head and said, “I watched them on ANIMAX,”&lt;br /&gt;I gave up, so was she, “So, when will the original &lt;em&gt;Fate/Night Stay&lt;/em&gt; will arrive?”&lt;br /&gt;“You wanna wait? It usually takes months…”&lt;br /&gt;“Does it take more than a year?” I interrupted, getting more impatient as I had to rush for my tuition in Petaling Street.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, sometimes it does…”&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated. “Never mind, when it arrived, informed me,”&lt;br /&gt;“You really wanna wait?”&lt;br /&gt;I nodded firmly.&lt;br /&gt;“Then please give me your name and telephone number,”&lt;br /&gt;“The DVD?”&lt;br /&gt;“You keep it and bring it back to exchange when the original arrived, try not to scratch the DVD,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Then you better sealed it,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Right,” and you know what she used to seal it? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just a plain plastic which one can open and the DVD anytime, what kind of SEAL was she thinking? If the DVD is really unintentionally scratched them it all my problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Huh?! Just like that? Don’t you think you should double seal it so that I can’t ever opened it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Like that is enough,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“……” speechless I was.&lt;br /&gt;FINE! I will WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;“You will be working here for a long time, right?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, I will be here,”&lt;br /&gt;Defeated, I left the place, with anger disappointment and unsatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that such proper looking chains of stores would be so deceiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Most of the time we would just think that the price we pay is equivalent to the quality we receive.&lt;/span&gt; (Just like Fullmetal Alchemists) Well, at least that was what I think. But somehow, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;these people manipulated the illusion that most Malaysians have, and used it cheat the ignorant ones!&lt;/span&gt; And sadly, Malaysians are the ones who prefer to keep quiet even though they are being bullied, not wanting to create more troubles.&lt;br /&gt;How more pathetic can we consumers be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/RfuJxgNL50I/AAAAAAAAABk/3PmRmNzgthY/s1600-h/IMG_1464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042775691323238210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/RfuJxgNL50I/AAAAAAAAABk/3PmRmNzgthY/s400/IMG_1464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beware this logo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some advices especially to those who live in Malaysia and Anime a lot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DON’T EVER GO TO ANIMETECH AND THINK THAT THEIR AMINES ARE ORIGINAL FROM JAPAN! CHECK THE PRICES BEFORE BUYING IT! BELOW RM100.00 IS CHEAP STUFF! &lt;/span&gt;Believe me, i don't want you guys ended like me. SO pathetic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-8689561073334934479?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.animetech.net/index.php' title='AmineTech'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/8689561073334934479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=8689561073334934479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/8689561073334934479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/8689561073334934479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2007/03/aminetech.html' title='AmineTech'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/RfuJwwNL5yI/AAAAAAAAABU/EHRP-Y9kFZw/s72-c/IMG_1460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-172803945421526011</id><published>2007-03-12T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T12:42:29.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing race asia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MP3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astro'/><title type='text'>Sony NW-S205F/BM E</title><content type='html'>Woohoo, just received a MP3 thro corier service by the name of AIRPAK!This is my very 1st Mp3! Never had one, never brought one, never interested until now! Actually, i didn't buy it thro e-bay nor onlie stores, instead i got as a prize for winning in the Astro AMAZING RACE ASIA online competition!&lt;br /&gt;Eager to understand the product that i had just won, i went onlie Sony Malaysia to check it details, and this is what i get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040889766888597138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/RfTWiQNL5pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B4WH0IFVjJM/s400/nw-s205f_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Water resistant MP3 player with a stylish design&lt;br /&gt;· Music listening at all occasions&lt;br /&gt;· Music all the time&lt;br /&gt;· Best Companion while Working out&lt;br /&gt;Add. Features&lt;br /&gt;1. Seamless Water-resistant Aluminum body&lt;br /&gt;2. One-hand Operation by Jog Shuttle&lt;br /&gt;3. 2GB Flash Memory&lt;br /&gt;4. Various Sports Assist Functions:&lt;br /&gt;5. Calorie Counter&lt;br /&gt;6. Sports Mode : Target Settings, Stop Watch&lt;br /&gt;7. Music Pacer&lt;br /&gt;8. Built-in G-sensor =&gt; Gravity Sensor&lt;br /&gt;9. Multi-codec Compatibility: Atrac, MP3, WMA (Non DRM), AAC (Non DRM)&lt;br /&gt;10. 3-minute charge for 3-hour playback&lt;br /&gt;11. 18H Battery life&lt;br /&gt;12. FM Tuner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note no.8 : Built-in G-sensor =&gt; Gravity Sensor, whoa G-sensor! How cool is that! According the Operation guide, it says that, it can track you movement and calcultae the distance, steps, and calories that you had burn. Specially designed for those who are ahletletes and loves music, which unfortunately i am not. How ironic... And it cost somewhere RM500! Walau! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, this Sony MP3 is the only thing that can be considered as the most advance stuff in my whole household, the reason is simple, as long it is usable, we use it, we can't afford to follow the trend, we are just a working middle class family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe this was the very 1st time i ever won something that worth more that RM50, i was so worry that Astro forget about my prize when i did not received the prize on the date which i was supposed to, i persuaded my aunt to called the Astro hotline service to ask about it, it seems that the courier service have not yet send the item. The operator asked me to waited for a few more days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is so weird! Isn't that a courier service supposed to send the item ASAP once they got it? After 2 days i finally got the item, not without some mistakes for the courier company again. I got the item opened it only to realised that what a Creative Zen Ipod sort of thing! Worth double times than my MP3, seeking for answers i found an envolope enclosed with in the package, it was addressed to someone by the name of Lam-don't know what-Hoe ( i think), also by Astro! What the heck! I had the thought of opening the I-pod thingy, greedy thinking, but eventually i called the courier company to take back the stuff. Heartbroken, the guy come and took the stuff only to give the MP3, i opened and yeap, it's from Sony, no more mistakes. SIgh, despite so, i am still content that i got something worth RM500, i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-172803945421526011?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sony.com.my/sonystyle/product/productinfo_peraudio.asp?Subcategoryid=40&amp;ProModel=NW-S205F' title='Sony NW-S205F/BM E'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/172803945421526011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=172803945421526011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/172803945421526011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/172803945421526011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2007/03/sony-nw-s205fbm-e.html' title='Sony NW-S205F/BM E'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/RfTWiQNL5pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B4WH0IFVjJM/s72-c/nw-s205f_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-116520176323568263</id><published>2006-12-04T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T11:09:33.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TELEKOM BOLEH!</title><content type='html'>Today there was a guy from TELEKOM came to my house coming to check on our house phone AGAIN. After i told him that there was a guy came to our house a week ago, he starting to go all berserk, and said that it was him that day. He said that there were 3 guys coming but we weren't at home at that time in a very unpleasant tone. (Maybe he was trying to indicate that IT WAS OUR PROBLEM in the 1st place that our house phone was not fixed in time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my granpa came from the front house, seeing whether there was any problem. Then i asked my grandpa, "WAS THERE ANYONE COMING TO OUR HOUSE JUST AS HE HAD PROMISED, the day after?"&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa said NO. Then, I tried to tell him, but it seemed that the WORDs couldn't reach him ears, and my grandpa told him again. AMAZINGLY, he heard what my grandpa said, and though insignificantly he attitude changed towards my grandpa and remained bliss to my presence since then. After checking the whole wire thing, he left WITHOUT EVEN APOLOGIZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what people called AGE DISCRIMINATION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I AM A TEENAGER DOESN'T MEAN THAT I DO NOT HAVE DIGNITY LIKE THE ADULTs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY by Day I am losing more and more faith on our own COUNTRY STUFF...&lt;br /&gt;1st Light Rail Transit then New bus system without informing the Regular CONSUMERS (like me) Now TELEKOM BAD ATTITUDE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSK....TSK....TSK....&lt;br /&gt;MEMANG MALAYSIA BOLEH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Regardless of anything, i'm gonna complain this MANNER-LESS GUY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-116520176323568263?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/116520176323568263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=116520176323568263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/116520176323568263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/116520176323568263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/12/telekom-boleh.html' title='TELEKOM BOLEH!'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-116289270468151037</id><published>2006-11-07T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:45:08.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee....&lt;br /&gt;How long since my last visit to this little santuacry?&lt;br /&gt;Guys...really really sorry, i didn't have the mood to update the blog about my life lately....&lt;br /&gt;Well, how am i?&lt;br /&gt;Fine, i guess....there's so much to say but unfortunately i don't feel like typing so much (again)....&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* bored right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....there's a game designing competition, but i know i ain't qualify...to join...&lt;br /&gt;I can only think of stories but graphicz and the rest....well....no....&lt;br /&gt;~lol~&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic, yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/1760631846[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/1760631846%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah...the good old days....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do ya think about it huh?&lt;br /&gt;Miss the days that will never come again?&lt;br /&gt;Oh just feeling bored?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow...it is a past!&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;*a lame post*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-116289270468151037?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/116289270468151037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=116289270468151037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/116289270468151037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/116289270468151037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/11/shucks.html' title='Shucks'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-116071757601996201</id><published>2006-10-13T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:32:56.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Laying I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/me-laying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/me-laying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe second exams's here!&lt;br /&gt;Doom....gotta go back and study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-116071757601996201?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/116071757601996201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=116071757601996201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/116071757601996201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/116071757601996201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/10/laying-i.html' title='The Laying I'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-116022815860089328</id><published>2006-10-07T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:48:35.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The TRUE DEFINITION</title><content type='html'>If someone asks you,&lt;br /&gt;“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you reply?&lt;br /&gt;Do you answer in YOUR OWN POINT of VIEW&lt;br /&gt;or using QUOTATIONS FROM Someone’s EXPEREINCES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, I really don’t know, YET.&lt;br /&gt;After been through 18 long years soaking myself in EDUCATION and EXPEReINCEs, I still don’t know. Maybe I never really EXPLORE LIFE AS I SHOULD. I just accept what they bestow upon my eyes and ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the True Meaning of Being Righteous or Evil?&lt;br /&gt;Chaos Or Order?&lt;br /&gt;Legal and Illegal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the Borderline between them?&lt;br /&gt;The GREY LINE between white and black…&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I see them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they are too abstract to be seen can only be feel.&lt;br /&gt;Feel? What do you mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;How can you feel? How do you know which is what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just unseen concepts suggested by men and accepted by men themselves. Then we embraced these concepts unquestionably. Many of us tend to accept the Law and Tradition started by men since the Dawn of The Civilisation. To oppose them is to oppose the society by which it’s fundamentally built on. Few dare to re-think using their own definition, they own methods and experiences to re-define the meaning and question the believes that society hold. By doing so, they were condemned as heretics sent by the Devil to cause chaos and disorder among humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these are their Definitions.&lt;br /&gt;What about yours?&lt;br /&gt;Harmony and Disorder defined by themselves, while the younger generation just accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm? Confused? Or Starting to feel bored?&lt;br /&gt;Leave now as you fee like. I will not stop you, i neither have the will or the power.&lt;br /&gt;After all, it is your will, your power, YOUR DEFINITION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you an example,&lt;br /&gt;‘Chair’.&lt;br /&gt;Why must 4 legged thing which we can rest our Arse on consider as ‘chair’?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they called such things as ‘chair’?&lt;br /&gt;They will probably reply, “Because the book says so,” asked “why the book says so?”&lt;br /&gt;“Cause they had set the standards for a chair,”&lt;br /&gt;“Who set the standards?”&lt;br /&gt;“The Older generations, maybe… …”&lt;br /&gt;Ask the Older Generations, “WHY?”&lt;br /&gt;“Cause someone suggested that things with this shape and functions should be call ‘chair’,”&lt;br /&gt;Thus everyone accepted his definition and it was given a name called ‘chair’.&lt;br /&gt;A someone’s definition.&lt;br /&gt;And we took it as ours own definition.&lt;br /&gt;What if I want to that 4 legged thing as ‘fei’, will I be accepted?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe yes, maybe no, only things that was sure is that they will laugh as my so-called Ignorance, denying the definition which the universe had been accepted for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so hard… …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we ask questions?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, of course we can!&lt;br /&gt;They will reply in a subtle manner to get you off your focus and into their line.&lt;br /&gt;This is what they usually do. FOCUS, FOCUS, FOCUS… …&lt;br /&gt;By now, most of you will think that I am talking about the GOVERNMENT, no…NO!&lt;br /&gt;Not only that!&lt;br /&gt;Educations, especially HISTORY, it’s just another tool used by them to play with your mind, HISTORY have been rewritten, some facts have been omitted. The slightest facts can affect your thoughts towards Does this consider as HISTORY?&lt;br /&gt;Depends, on which way you want to think, after all IT IS YOUR DEFINITION, not theirs to decide. But they had already influenced your mind more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re heading towards their direction slowly… bits by bits… …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…sigh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are to think like them, and seldom question their authorities!&lt;br /&gt;This is what most of the GREAT ONES want, Listen to what they think, Feel what they wanted us to feel, See what they thought we are supposed to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plato, Confucius, Alexander…&lt;br /&gt;The WISE, THE GREAT, The RULER… …&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t mean that they don’t made any mistakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the path set by them which most of them dubbed it as the LIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Light or Darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Light, DUH!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again they had decided for us long before our birth. The LIGHT they set for us is always the right way, they define for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge often is seen as BURDEN.&lt;br /&gt;An utter heavy Burden…which chained our own freedom and taught us to cling to our SOCIETY.&lt;br /&gt;Among it’s teaching were PRIDE AND FEAR.&lt;br /&gt;Fear because they fear to be left alone isolated by others thinking that they are heretics. Pride because it is human nature to show-off.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, bind us all together sharing similar thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus in reality, we are not as free as we thought.&lt;br /&gt;We are living in a gigantic cage surrounded by unseen concepts and definitions defined by others to keep us in ORDER and the so called HARMONY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEDOM… …FREEDOM… …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does FREEDOM really means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… … … …&lt;br /&gt;Guess I’ll leave this to you to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we still manage to archieve it?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, only in our hearts, by re-defining everything by which they set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON’T JUST ACCEPT WHAT THEY HAD SET and GIVEN TO YOU, but THINK AGAIN BEHIND EVERY PURPOSE BEHIND IT and BY USING YOUR MIND then RE-DEFINE THEM YOURSELF WHILE NOT IGNORING THEIR WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget, no one have the same way of thinking despite they all sounded alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me… …&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE… … to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotations by &lt;a class="extiw" title="w:Zhuangzi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zhuangzi"&gt;庄子 or 莊子 Zhūangzi (Zhuang Zi; Zhuang Zhou; Chuang Tzu)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To stop leaving tracks is easy. Not to walk upon the ground is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is order in chaos, and certainty in doubt. The wise are guided by this order and certainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-116022815860089328?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/116022815860089328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=116022815860089328' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/116022815860089328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/116022815860089328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/10/true-definition.html' title='The TRUE DEFINITION'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-116022968945875858</id><published>2006-10-07T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:01:29.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatal Sin of my School life</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my worst day in my whole SCHOOLING LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;I played poker with several classmates in an empty science lab during maths.(i didn't take the subject) and was caught by CHAN MOI.&lt;br /&gt;...you guys would have probly guees the out right?&lt;br /&gt;...DOOm...is the only word i could use to descride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fatal mistakes which had cost my flawless school record to be scatched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Poker...is it really a unforgivable sin?&lt;br /&gt;In my DEFINITION, it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;But for them...you have touched the forbiden fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lina's words, till now are still echoing in my restless mind. Haunting me, whenever i rest, whatever i do, wherever i go....&lt;br /&gt;"HanFei, you surprised me the most!"&lt;br /&gt;....sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, i learn something valuable From Chinese History of Literature.&lt;br /&gt;About Zhuang Zi 's View on Life.&lt;br /&gt;It really affected me greatly as i was in a really depressing situation.&lt;br /&gt;I really thought about. Thus i decided to write the article above&lt;br /&gt;titled: THE TRUE DEFINITION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-116022968945875858?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/116022968945875858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=116022968945875858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/116022968945875858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/116022968945875858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/10/fatal-sin-of-my-school-life.html' title='Fatal Sin of my School life'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-116005633189270196</id><published>2006-10-05T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:52:12.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Link of Artificial Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_8103.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_8103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;limit memory to just one individual's experiences from birth&lt;/span&gt;. That is &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;only the surface&lt;/span&gt;. Every life born into this world, whether natural or artificial, requires a parent. And that parent also requires a parent. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Life is connected, one to another&lt;/span&gt;... If you trace the root of all life, there exists one source. The same can be said for memory. All life constitutes an intelligence that holds &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;memory beyond experience&lt;/span&gt;. Memory is not isolated within individuals. It is an accumulation of generations of memories that continues to evolve. You can say that memory and evolution go hand in hand. But most life-forms do not understand the true nature of memories... ...which explains &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;why most memories never cross paths and are left..."untangled."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;~ Garland, Final Fantasy ix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-116005633189270196?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/116005633189270196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=116005633189270196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/116005633189270196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/116005633189270196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/10/link-of-artificial-birth.html' title='The Link of Artificial Birth'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115987034220695116</id><published>2006-10-03T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T18:12:23.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scholarship RIGHT NOW?</title><content type='html'>Sorry to those who kept visiting my blog but found nothing interesting, i know i been all too lazy to update anything. Many apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, recent stuff i've doing are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing PS2 Game, Xenosaga III (too obsess with their great and twisting plot!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studying...maybe(Exams next friday, and it's Chinese literature History, so much too read, too many to memorise...ah my game....)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still fooling around in school though i did tried my best to study. (We had to go to school despite that PMR is taking place while the rest of the school excpt us don't have the obligations to go to school...Sigh...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeay, past my 1st MUET speking test smoothly. Got a Bend 4 grade in speaking!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking about something...related to...scholarship....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just received a call from someone about scholarship....about optics? Is this a con or something....? UK scholarship? AFter graduation immediately get work at England Optical? This is too good to be true.... Temptation is strong...but most probly a con....scholarship? Right now? AFter i have just settled myself in Form Six? Alamak.....my mom asked to check it out whether is this a con or not....if it isn't a con, she wants me to study that field....She said can earn lotsa money....and no need to worry about jobs or unemployed...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Money....indeed i wanna be rich as soon i'm out in to the society and employed, but this isn't what i want...Not these....i want a field related to imagination, but look at me, even in form 6 my studies aren't related to any of my interest...what does form 6 matters?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friends? Not being alone? Maybe....i don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In addition, i don't have the experience nor the charisma to be a high salary manager or whatsovere that guy told me. i'm not prepared...No, not yet....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.......sigh..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of a sudden....i realised i'm getting kinda depressed lately. Everything that is happeneing or happened made me think alot...maybe alittle too much...to the negative side....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Indeed knowledge can such burden....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115987034220695116?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115987034220695116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115987034220695116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115987034220695116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115987034220695116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/10/scholarship-right-now.html' title='Scholarship RIGHT NOW?'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115926563225770431</id><published>2006-09-26T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T18:14:06.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The seeker's will</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_8205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_8205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory. A far-off memory that's like a scattered dream. I want to line the pieces up—yours, and mine."  ~Roxas, Kingdom Hearts II&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115926563225770431?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115926563225770431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115926563225770431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115926563225770431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115926563225770431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/09/seekers-will.html' title='The seeker&apos;s will'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115857223732938202</id><published>2006-09-22T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T15:16:46.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_7763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_7763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who...what am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life is like a movie, if you've sat through more than half of it and its sucked every second so far, it probably isn't gonna get great right at the end and make it all worthwhile. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;None should blame you for walking out early.&lt;/span&gt;" - Doug Stanhope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115857223732938202?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115857223732938202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115857223732938202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115857223732938202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115857223732938202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-am-i.html' title='What am I ?'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115874173562137113</id><published>2006-09-20T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:04:28.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dim Winged Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/winged-horse.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/winged-horse.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/suwei-pic.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crying...&lt;br /&gt;But why? Why am i crying?&lt;br /&gt;No, stop, stop crying!&lt;br /&gt;I said, ENOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;But still tears continue to fall from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to stop them but it seemed that my resistance only is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why did i fail again?&lt;br /&gt;This is the 2nd in this month!&lt;br /&gt;Why am i such a coward, with my big mouth i still managed to fail. Fail in my presentation...&lt;br /&gt;Failure...what will happened to my MUET speaking test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why others tend to bully me just because I'm from Sungai Way?&lt;br /&gt;Home is always so near yet often it seems far to touch.&lt;br /&gt;My home...a place which i loved so dearly yet often i yearn so eagerly to escape from this sanctuary?&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in this place...but aside from those nostalgic childhood memories i had, i had no longer the desire to stay in this place.&lt;br /&gt;Barbaric primitive! Where is thou civilization?!&lt;br /&gt;Why fight over seats in the ships? Why caring so much only to thou self?&lt;br /&gt;Is this what Sungai Way thought you to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul torn into 2...fighting among each others will.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so helpless, so weary...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get out of this world!&lt;br /&gt;My tears... when will it truly stop?&lt;br /&gt;God...Please tell me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115874173562137113?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115874173562137113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115874173562137113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115874173562137113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115874173562137113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/09/dim-winged-horse.html' title='the dim Winged Horse'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115857906200995122</id><published>2006-09-18T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T16:05:31.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Faraway Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/suwei-pic.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/suwei-pic.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Gift for a friend in a place where i never been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A photo which i took in Langkawi's Eagle Square during sunset....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Specially dedicated to today's Birthday girl, Suwei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Though i know you may not see this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy Birthday SuWei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My friend, if I could give you one thing, I would give you the ability to see yourself as others see you... then you would realize what a truly special person you are. " ~ Barbara A. Billings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over. So in a series of acts of kindness there is, at last, one which makes the heart run over. " ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="James Boswell" href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/James_Boswell"&gt;&lt;em&gt;James Boswell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115857906200995122?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115857906200995122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115857906200995122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115857906200995122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115857906200995122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/09/faraway-gift.html' title='A Faraway Gift'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115831364850765535</id><published>2006-09-15T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:47:28.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_8650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_8650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Look abroad through Nature's range,&lt;br /&gt;Nature's mighty law is change." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;–-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Robert Burns" href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Robert_Burns"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robert Burns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (1759-1796), Let not woman e'er complain, 1794 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115831364850765535?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115831364850765535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115831364850765535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115831364850765535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115831364850765535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/09/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115771552297824357</id><published>2006-09-08T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T19:38:43.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STage Fright</title><content type='html'>I have once again embrassed myself in front of the crowds thinking that i could no longer have public speaking phobia.&lt;br /&gt;I have a big mouth but it wasn't as useful as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;As a form 6, i embraseed the others. I even muttered 'HELP ME!' during the talk!&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, oh man, oh man.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much time to express it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know one thing,&lt;br /&gt;today, i have added another shameful memory into my timeless album that i will never forget...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.....&lt;br /&gt;I hate my phobia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115771552297824357?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115771552297824357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115771552297824357' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115771552297824357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115771552297824357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/09/stage-fright.html' title='STage Fright'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115685049032901425</id><published>2006-08-29T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T22:18:59.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressing Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wouldn't blogging for a while since i will be visiting Medan located in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, Indonesia!&lt;br /&gt;Actually this a church related trip. Vocation maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ANyway, there are other things that i wanted express....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;... ... ... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kinda depressing though... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beware!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/sad-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/sad-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Longing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings... ...Towards this place which i have once called it an un-leaveable sanctuary... ...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not confused about this feeling but i can't confine it too deep into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;People say ignorance is bliss, but &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;knowing too much can also be a burden to bear&lt;/span&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the fate that my descendent will face ... ... And my family... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This place is no longer a sanctuary but a future Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my dreams and ambitions can never be archive as i thought in this place.&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hellish Abyss that keeps growing bigger and bigger&lt;/span&gt; by the day as i watch us being HUMILIATE, step on. While our GREAT ones try to reconcile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life of Form 6 has driven me to gain &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;forbidden fruits of this place&lt;/span&gt; where i once tried to ignored it. Medias, both Bahasa Melayu and Chinese. I saw how different both sides thoughts can be even thought it's about the same news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;RAGe is silently growing in my unhappy and ignored heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ANGER... ...had just silent my thoughts... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/XL%20House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/XL%20House.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xiang Leng House: The Last View.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i watched as my neighbours who lived opposite of my house lots moved their stuff out one by one. It was kinda weird to feel sad to watch that. (including Xiang Leng's House)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because they have being living in this neighbourhood for so long... ...&lt;br /&gt;THis neighbourhood will &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;no longer be the same&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;childhood memories can forever remain only as a memories&lt;/span&gt; dear to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;These&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; feeling will be forever here&lt;/span&gt; but the view will change from a old short looking lots of illegal houses into tall skyscapers.&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;we can no longer see the sunrise&lt;/span&gt; from our metal doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THings Change... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know... ...i know ... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things Change... ...&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/22140418-115685049032901425?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115685049032901425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115685049032901425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115685049032901425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115685049032901425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/08/depressing-thoughts.html' title='Depressing Thoughts'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115657355837010301</id><published>2006-08-26T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T14:25:58.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Misadventure Of Cold Fly</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since i really write any article about my recent life. But today I decided to write my short adventure of getting myself home since my routine transport has been forfrieted .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Weather : Looks kinda dark....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a tuition today at 6 p.m. till 7.30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that i have no security of waiting bus to arrive at the time it ussually will, i decided to leave early for the bus at approximatedly...4p.m. AT that time the sky was dark as it was gonna rain, thus i brought a long big umbrella with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut short of the craps i managed to arrived at the Lrt Station at 4.40 p.m. On the LRT i kept hoping that the sky would rain since it's been hazy for quite a while and I have a big umbrella by my side. And it really rained...Real heavily. My leapt for joy as i'm happy that i canuse my use umbrella while grinning those people who didn't bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahahahahaha........SUCKERs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFter tuition Honkiat and i headed for the LRT station, in order to get home. To our dismay, the LRT Station was CLOSED!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK?!&lt;br /&gt;Crowds were gathering at the shut tight Entrance discussing, mumbling. Curiously i asked one of them.&lt;br /&gt;"Erm...excuse me? WHat has happened?"&lt;br /&gt;"THe LRT tracks are flooded due to heavy rain."&lt;br /&gt;"What the.....?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great just great!&lt;br /&gt;Just when you started to have 100% faith and confidence while dependent solely on this GOVT. property, it turns around and give you a kick in your ARSE!&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;SUCKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few miniutes panic and struggle trying to find an alternative way to get home while not troubling my parents (since it take a long way from my home to Pasar Seni). We wanted to take a cab, but it's way too expensive and dangerous. LUckily i remembered that there's a bus head staright to home, but the problem is.....which bus stop? Considering there' too many bus stop here in this Capital.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all these gibberish useless thought, we managed to find a similar looking bus stop there...we waited for our bus.&lt;br /&gt;Honkiat was Lucky, Rapid KL 53 is everywhere, they kept coming while my typical Rapid KL33D is nowhere to be seen. Soon Honkiat departed leaving me with abunch of unhappy people who were suffering the same fate as mine. I waited and waited from 7.40 p.m. till 8.15p.m. During this period my parents kept calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How are you gonna come home?"&lt;br /&gt;"Want me go there and fetch you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't the bus here yet?"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you on the bus?"&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some 'old' friends while waiting. 2 adult friends. Both of them were finding the 33D and they don't know whch bus stop was. Maybe because they wanted more poeple to be with them and share their unfortunate stories to others thus they unconsciously made friends with me.&lt;br /&gt;I always, yes always made some friends under such circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by 8.15 p.m. the bus finally arrived and it took me 45 minutes to get home compared with the LRT....&lt;br /&gt;Reached home by 9.00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted 1 hour to get to tuition and 1.30 hour to get home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID PUBLIC TRANSPORTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING HERE IS RELIABLE!&lt;br /&gt;BUS! LRT!&lt;br /&gt;GO TO HELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piece of advice before i blow myself up.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever have too much confidence on public transports even if they never fail you.&lt;br /&gt;Always prepare for the worst!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115657355837010301?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115657355837010301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115657355837010301' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115657355837010301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115657355837010301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-misadventure-of-cold-fly.html' title='The Little Misadventure Of Cold Fly'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115648922865039311</id><published>2006-08-25T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T15:00:36.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>State of Bloody Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_7530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_7530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where choice begins, Paradise ends, innocence ends, for what is Paradise but the absence of any need to choose this action?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                     ~ Arthur Miller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115648922865039311?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115648922865039311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115648922865039311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115648922865039311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115648922865039311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/08/state-of-bloody-innocence.html' title='State of Bloody Innocence'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115622793338777394</id><published>2006-08-22T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T14:25:33.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow down and Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/Dead%20fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/Dead%20fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We are so captivated by and entangled in our subjective consciousness that we have forgotten the age-old fact that God speaks chiefly through dreams and visions."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                        ~ Carl Jung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Special Thanks to my sister and cousin along with their friends for willing to be my model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115622793338777394?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115622793338777394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115622793338777394' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115622793338777394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115622793338777394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/08/slow-down-and-think.html' title='Slow down and Think'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115606204603412575</id><published>2006-08-20T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T16:22:26.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denial of Rejection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/rejection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/rejection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who is the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red rusted core&lt;/span&gt; and who is the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;surrounding purple-blue&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Malaysia — to whom does it belong? To Malaysians. But &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;who are Malaysians&lt;/span&gt;? I hope I am, Mr Speaker, Sir. But sometimes, sitting in this chamber, I doubt whether I am allowed to be a Malaysian. This is the doubt that hangs over many minds, and ... once emotions are set in motion, and men pitted against men along these unspoken lines, you will have the kind of warfare that will split the nation from top to bottom and undo Malaysia."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lee Kuan Yew (During 1963 Singapore state elections)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ketuanan_melayu"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click here for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115606204603412575?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115606204603412575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115606204603412575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115606204603412575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115606204603412575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/08/denial-of-rejection.html' title='Denial of Rejection'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115598754613074951</id><published>2006-08-19T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:39:06.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Running Stream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_7478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_7478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Water and air, the two essential fluids on which all life depends, have become global garbage cans."&lt;/em&gt;                                                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                               ~ Jacques Cousteau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115598754613074951?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115598754613074951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115598754613074951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115598754613074951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115598754613074951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/08/running-stream.html' title='The Running Stream'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115580605001646829</id><published>2006-08-17T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T17:14:10.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Creation and Destruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_7509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_7509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's this?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have guess it at the 1st look, but looked closely at it's colour....it differs and pay attention, it's not just as simple as you think, just like the world which revolves around us, DO NOT be deceive by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ignorance is bliss."&lt;/em&gt; - anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115580605001646829?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115580605001646829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115580605001646829' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115580605001646829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115580605001646829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-creation-and-destruction.html' title='Of Creation and Destruction'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115564719238937785</id><published>2006-08-15T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:06:33.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head of Disiplinary</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;SIEN SEIN SEIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must think so when you visit this &lt;em&gt;Sien&lt;/em&gt; blog, reading the same old stuff nothing new ...well, sorry guys, my computer just burned down with all 'it's internal organ' in flames, thus i will not be using it for along time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exam just ended last week thursday, although it's only a 4-day exam i felt as though i been living a hell outta that 4 days. it's like weeks. Those exams are much harder than i thought, 3 different exams a day, while the science class only have 2 per day.&lt;br /&gt;Tiring, when the results do come out, they suck big time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you heard the word Disipline, what is the 1st word that pops up in ya mind?&lt;br /&gt;For me well, it's 'TEACHERS' it always has something to do with those people in the school. In my life, disipline always has to do with those teachers bladdering about being good in school. &lt;em&gt;Sien...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Unit bimbingan Kaunseling, i was sudden;y being promoted as &lt;em&gt;Ketua Disiplin&lt;/em&gt; a.k.a. Head of Disiplinary for that society. II didn't contribute anything, not even the most common thing to do if you wanna have a post in that Unit, writing a propasal. I didn't do it. And now look at me, i'm Ketua Displin. At 1st i thought it was a useless post that has nothing to do except, &lt;em&gt;goyang kaki&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong, Yong Moi Moi used my post to treatened those who didn't work for the society whole-heartedly. She treaten the President that if he dosen't be more firm she's gonna use me to replace him.&lt;br /&gt;What the Heck?!&lt;br /&gt;Do i looked like a useful leader to her? not to mention decisive....&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm not a good leader plus i'm not willing to sacrfice my schooling time for the society!&lt;br /&gt;Studies is more important than that!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna resign and yet those co-curiculum marks are so tempting....more than 90...even my post as Kelab Pencegahan Jenayah's Secrateary couldn't get that high!&lt;br /&gt;SHit!&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks man, now, Yong Moi Moi seems to notice me, the little unwilling side character, and i had tp present myself to her like everyday during recess and i'm sure late for me after recess period ortotally miss it!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, such torment......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115564719238937785?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115564719238937785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115564719238937785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115564719238937785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115564719238937785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/08/head-of-disiplinary.html' title='Head of Disiplinary'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115444502361519156</id><published>2006-08-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:10:24.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragment of Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_4705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_4705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... and what you are left with is a premonition of the way your life will fade behind you, like a book you have read too quickly, leaving a dwindling trail of images and emotions until all you can remember is a name."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~ Bright Lights, Big City by Jay McInerney &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115444502361519156?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115444502361519156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115444502361519156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115444502361519156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115444502361519156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/08/fragment-of-memories.html' title='Fragment of Memories'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115415377124602133</id><published>2006-07-29T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T16:40:17.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Neighbours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/User.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/User.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really talk about my neighbours, in fact i don't think i ever talk about them in my blog. Why? Because there's nothing to talk about them nowadays no one really cares nor knows who is living besides, they are just minding their own bushiness.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess everything have &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;an exception&lt;/span&gt; about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor....Or rather the one who rents house from my grandparents and then lives beside my house. This family&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; consists of 4 kids and 2 adults&lt;/span&gt; a typical family where you could find everywhere. They &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;moved in about 3 months ago&lt;/span&gt; when the previous renter finally brought anew house near somewhere (i don't know where). They slowly they left. The house beside mine was left vacant for 2 weeks till a Chinese lady old enough to be my grandma came and asked about it. Due to &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;the racist mind my family had&lt;/span&gt;, they agreed to rent the house to the lady's relatives from Sabah. The rent was &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;RM 500 each month&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN CHEAP! A whole house rented to them by the cost of RM500!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, they moved in a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;They were such an &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;odd family&lt;/span&gt;, the Father who looks like a Chinese and yet somehow Malay while the Mother totally Chinese and the kids, 2 malays approximately in the age of 14-16 while the other 2 are Chinese one at primary school while the last is just an one year old baby.&lt;br /&gt;since they moved in, they just &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;closed their door the whole day&lt;/span&gt; unlike us or the previous renter where they only locked the metal gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;rumours&lt;/span&gt; from my sisters that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;they are ashamed to let us see that they are so poor&lt;/span&gt; till they can't effort to have any furniture or television in the house(not theirs!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;True or False?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another rumour stated that the &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1st 2 kids doesn't belong to the Mother&lt;/span&gt; but the children of the Father's previous wife. I wonder how the Mother can bear to 'jaga' these 2 kids at 1st but then when i discover what kinda of person that Mother is, i guess it doesn't really matter to her who those kids belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;True or False?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the third rumour was, those 2 adults&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; always went out during late night&lt;/span&gt; because they were searching for customers......especially the Mother always wearing so ever flashly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;True or False?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that they always and i mean &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ALWAYS CLOSED their door&lt;/span&gt;, the nearby cats seem to be think that that place is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a suitable place for them to do all their cleaning such as shitting and peeing in front of their house door&lt;/span&gt;, which cause &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the stench to flow into my house&lt;/span&gt; every fixed time. It lasted for a month only then the Mother started to clean their front compound for just one Saturday then returned to their lazy to clean routine. Ever since they just let the rain to do all the clean up for them. Lazy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;True not false&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i saw it with my own eyes and experiences the stench with my own nose&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people, they &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;always bring those weird and suspicious friends and relatives&lt;/span&gt; of theirs into our house(meaning mine and grandparents) compound. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Especially Malays&lt;/span&gt;. They keep &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;spying&lt;/span&gt; on our houses looking in and out. We are&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; so afraid of these people&lt;/span&gt; whether they are good or bad, in this dangerous society, we &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;don't trust anyone&lt;/span&gt; especially people like them. Eventually, my &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;grandpa went and give them some warnings&lt;/span&gt; about bring people like them into our house compound, whether they listen or not, I don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, they always pay their rents and bills late and I mean &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Real Late&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Everytime, my grandpa gotta go and ask them for the debt. They always reply the same answer. "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not enough money to pay, please pay for us 1st&lt;/span&gt;,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1st i thought because they are poor so it's all right, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;the debt can wait&lt;/span&gt;, my grandpa waited for sometime, at the middle of the month only then they pay the money. But these event &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;lasted too long&lt;/span&gt;, i urged my grandpa &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;to kick them out of our house&lt;/span&gt;, but....My grandpa was too kind he just returned me with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that their&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; parent aren't always at home&lt;/span&gt; the kids tend to take care themselves by eating &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Maggie Mees and junk food for lunch&lt;/span&gt;. After that they would &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just litter these rubbish at anywhere&lt;/span&gt; they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn These people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when raining, they &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just ignore that fact that their clothes are still hanging&lt;/span&gt; outside the house(not theirs!) and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wait for people to pick for them&lt;/span&gt;! And i was one of their victims. Cause we thought that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no one is at home after knocking the door&lt;/span&gt; for so long. I could still remember the &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;heavy drops of rains&lt;/span&gt; non stop dripping on me while picking up their colour faded &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;undergarments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one memory that i dislike to recalled....&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yew&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While collecting those clothes, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;one of them opened their back door&lt;/span&gt; and then left, indicating that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i should put those clothes in theirs then close the door for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Terrible ain't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today moring &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the old Chinese lady&lt;/span&gt; who introduced them to us come and give these people a visit. She came to gave them a warning about their terrible attitudes towards us. I was at my small living room watching TV as &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;they had some arguments&lt;/span&gt;. It lasted for 10 minutes. The next time I knew was one of the aldults of that house presumely &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;the Mother slammed the room door&lt;/span&gt;. Then the lady&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; started talking to my mother giving warning about these people&lt;/span&gt; as they would &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;secretly moved out during quiet night&lt;/span&gt; when they don't wanna pay the rents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also said that, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That husband and wife often go to the nearby arcade and play during the night, they have the money to play those games no money to pay rents?! Hmm! Last time when they can't pay the rent they secretly moved out when everyone is asleep, be careful of them , next Monday, I will come here and ask them for the rent again, if they don't pay yup can kicked them out&lt;/span&gt;!" and she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after I quickly &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;reported to my grandma&lt;/span&gt; about everything the old Chinese lady has told us. Again I &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;urged my grandma together with my grandpa to kicked them out&lt;/span&gt; of the house and &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;changed the locks&lt;/span&gt; along with the keys if they aren't willing to, or maybe they might comeback and seek revenge if we still have the same locks. This time she agreed. She told me, if this time they don't pay their rent on time, they will kick they out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good riddance for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115415377124602133?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115415377124602133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115415377124602133' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115415377124602133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115415377124602133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-neighbours.html' title='My Neighbours'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115355089673713953</id><published>2006-07-22T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:03:18.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of an useless yet meaningful(?) Afternoon</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not posting frequently, I been too occupied with enjoying my life as a lazy pig in my comfortable sanctuary. In other words, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LAZY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday was the Six Form Society's AGM which was held in the Lecture Hall. One of the worst time wasting AGM i ever been in this whole year. It cost my 3 hours and my transport of going home. It was supposed to start at 1.30p.m. but as you guys know that Malaysians especially Chineses are always late for almost every occasion thus it start at some where near at 2 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st we need to listen to a bunch of going-to-retired committee members to talking about themselves and their post which was &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;VERY BORING and SLEEPY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIENZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Stupid session take an hour to finish followed by the elections and voting of the new committee members. During this session, those male &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Science streamers&lt;/span&gt; were as though they were owning the place, keep screaming and shouting. (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheol lar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!)These people are like 2 face beings. During class they are as quiet as if they were muted. In the AGM, they were like &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;primitive Barbarians&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut Up lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can't you guys respect others when they are talking about their vision when they become the new commitee members?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez...&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Male Science Streamers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Bored to death session take my 1 and half hour to complete. After this were the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'GRAND FINALE' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of the AGM and the Angel and Mortal game. (The game ended on this very day). Those ex-committee picks someone on the list and asked them who were their angels and some of their personal info. If failed, they will be face the&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 'ultimate punishment'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And Due to the cunning attempts by those &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lame seniors,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all of those who were called out were sentence to face the punishment despite that they managed to guess who is their angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ultimate punishment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sticking a xylophone tape on a guys hairy leg and pull his leg's hairs out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was interesting, but them, it turned to be another lame senario, where the one who was asked to pulling the guys hairs was blocking us, plus it was far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW THE HELL ARE WE GONNA SEE IT!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it sound exciting, but the fact is....BORING, real boring, there's nothing fun about it. And i thought they were gonna announce the Angel's real name, but they doesn't they just assumed we all could guess out correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they have brain.....&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Disappointed with those seniors&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This whole event ended at 4.30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;Why do i even bother of attending this &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;LAME AGM&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, cause the &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;attendance are compulsory&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID STUPID STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind....&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow i still mange sto have a short chat with my angel. A real short one&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;finally met my ANGEL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My guess was right, she was one of my classmates, sister!&lt;br /&gt;Foo Jing Seng's sister, Foo Jing Wen.&lt;br /&gt;It was very weird when we finally came face to face....&lt;br /&gt;The situation was really awkward. I don't even dare to stared into her eyes. She was a very quiet person. Real quiet. We didn't really talk much. She was a very different fella in the letter where she sounds more cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....Really hope that we could continue with the mailing system. But It was abolished on that very day since the game was officially over...&lt;br /&gt;LoL.....&lt;br /&gt;Guess that the end of my little imagination that i had been holding in my heart since the beginning of the game....it's like a long lost memories hidden in the darkest corner of my minds.... childhood memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;bye bye Gin Tonic&lt;/span&gt;....and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO TO HELL 6 Form society AGM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115355089673713953?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115355089673713953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115355089673713953' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115355089673713953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115355089673713953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/07/end-of-useless-yet-meaningful.html' title='The End of an useless yet meaningful(?) Afternoon'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115121003442837037</id><published>2006-07-18T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:42:53.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Conflict</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9388/620/cluod%20kikyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9388/480/cluod%20kikyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weird, it seems that i currently dosesn't have any conflict after last week...&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha...free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115121003442837037?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115121003442837037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115121003442837037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115121003442837037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115121003442837037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/07/inner-conflict.html' title='Inner Conflict'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115287061522082609</id><published>2006-07-14T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:45:37.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I FAILED!</title><content type='html'>Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;I failed in My probay TEST! i been fired!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy now! So relieved! I am now officially back to my normal school life as a ordinary form 6 ! How happy i'm! Happy happy Happy!&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys congrats me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Testimony as a PROBAY AND PREFECT IN TRAINING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During me 3 weeks as probay it felt as if i was in National Service, everything i did i did in the dark, in fear of other prefects see me breaking the school rules....Such as eating in class during recess when i was supposed to be on duty to keep an eye on my class block, BLOCK C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they often forced us (especially me and sufen) to catch a student a day.....&lt;br /&gt;Today is my last day, and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a damn about it!&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna be so XX and catch my friends again. (I caught few of my friend in the past weeks with my friends' permission. And somehow they were happy to be caught by me. Weird.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then today, one of my colleague and classmates , i think that the desperate thought of passing the probay test had made she caught our classmate which was the same fella i caught in the few weeks,YC. She was forced to stay behind while the others went back to their class. Her friend, SN stayed behind to wait for her, instead she was caught too.&lt;br /&gt;And you know why?&lt;br /&gt;Because they didn't pin their hair....&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, this made me kinda despise her...&lt;br /&gt;YC doesn't want to stay back only to be have her name recorded in the discipline book unless i caught her only then she will be willing to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;play play mah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115287061522082609?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115287061522082609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115287061522082609' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115287061522082609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115287061522082609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-failed.html' title='I FAILED!'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115269803547947477</id><published>2006-07-12T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T17:53:55.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sixth Artz</title><content type='html'>Just started a project called the sixth artz.&lt;br /&gt;Jeez....so plain what i'm i suppose to do with it?&lt;br /&gt;And i'm so paiseh to let people check this site, no , not just yet....&lt;br /&gt;Guys any idea to change it's looks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sixthartzchs.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sixthartzchs.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115269803547947477?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115269803547947477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115269803547947477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115269803547947477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115269803547947477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/07/sixth-artz.html' title='The Sixth Artz'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115081351925291023</id><published>2006-07-10T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T16:58:14.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Fence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9388/620/between%20fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9388/480/between%20fence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115081351925291023?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115081351925291023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115081351925291023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115081351925291023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115081351925291023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/07/at-fence.html' title='At The Fence'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115218070463397851</id><published>2006-07-06T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T18:11:44.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Poem</title><content type='html'>....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What must I sacrifice to make my work worthwhile?&lt;br /&gt;What must I do to let them understand?&lt;br /&gt;What must I choose to ensure what I did is right?&lt;br /&gt;What is my path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I gotten myself into such matters?&lt;br /&gt;Why am i still so naive after all these years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be burden by my own choices and paths,&lt;br /&gt;Such is the nature of mankind,&lt;br /&gt;or is it only myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Desire, My Dream,&lt;br /&gt;My Destiny, My Fate,&lt;br /&gt;My burden,&lt;br /&gt;My Life, My Way,&lt;br /&gt;My Friends, My Family and Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been to school today, I did many things which even myself do not comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;I Skipped my duty as prefect.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived late for the PRS Workshop.&lt;br /&gt;I been lectured by my junior.&lt;br /&gt;I missed my class.&lt;br /&gt;I made a report about those little girls.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;I criticized someone loudly and embarrassed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped my duty because of the workshop;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived late for the workshop because i can't stand to leave class when the teacher was teaching, i was afraid that i might never gain up;&lt;br /&gt;I been lectured by junior because i arrived late for the workshop, she understand what it means to skip class, her spm was closing in...Which is more important? SPM or STPM? College or government Universities??&lt;br /&gt;I missed my Chinese history class because of the workshop;&lt;br /&gt;I reported to Felicia because of the little juniors misbehaving and inappropriate way to sit;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the account homework that was given by Pn.Quek;&lt;br /&gt;I criticized someone because his breath stinks loudly and might have hurt him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have i been doing all these time today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115218070463397851?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115218070463397851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115218070463397851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115218070463397851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115218070463397851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/07/todays-poem.html' title='Today&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115182552836605095</id><published>2006-07-02T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T16:12:07.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHS 50th year Jubilee Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;CHS 50th year Jubilee Celebration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/p5HJjETmJOw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay, i made my 1st own video by using pictures i took during the school 50th year jubilee carnival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used a day time to finish this video and it took me nearly an hour to upload this stuff!&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda lazy to using words to describe things that happened on that day, and they say,&lt;br /&gt;"not all thing can be describe with words," ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakakakakakaka...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who couldn't attend the celebration!&lt;br /&gt;And those who attend too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;HanFei aka Sinkales&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115182552836605095?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115182552836605095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115182552836605095' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115182552836605095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115182552836605095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/07/chs-50th-year-jubilee-celebration.html' title='CHS 50th year Jubilee Celebration'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115156615915168737</id><published>2006-06-29T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T15:29:19.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goose Hunt!</title><content type='html'>Today, i spent most of my time in school 'goose hunting', running up and down doing silly stunts in front of the juniors. So damn embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;In another words, I played the treasure Hunt organized by the not so manly Mr. William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today is my 2nd day as probational prefects.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, i think this job sux big time, and the prefects board wasn't as organised as it used to be like i remeber in my memory...... few years back when i just enter this school.....so messy, i don't even know how to describe it....it's damn mess!&lt;br /&gt;And just like yesterday, i skipped my duty during recess and before school over. I even miss the 11.30a.m. meeting just because of the stupid goose hunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shh.......don't ell people about that..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO weird it's like i don't have the energy to do so. to lazy.....&lt;br /&gt;Guess i wasn't fit to be a prefect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the stupid treasure hunt......&lt;br /&gt;that was one stupid hunt!&lt;br /&gt;The tasks were embarasing and stupid plus hard!&lt;br /&gt;But we as only form6s to join the treasure hunt game has our advantages. Because the commitee members who in-charge of giving tasks in different places are mostly our friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be more precise it's like 10 of them out of 9 were our friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahahahahahaha..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some tasks such as sudoku, they just let us thru cause well, they don't want us to waste our time. And they were so anxiuos about our visitation to their station, i can see from the expression and the way they talked to us,&lt;br /&gt;"aiyoh, when only you visit us oh?"&lt;br /&gt;"this is the &lt;em&gt;xx&lt;/em&gt;th time you pass here liao ler!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the game....well....they are stupid, the 1st task that they give us was finding a place related to a quotation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'a temper is a valuable possesion, DON'T LOSE IT!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran up and down, checked high and low.&lt;br /&gt;And found 8 of the station's location. yet not one of them related to the quotation! then finally , we found one station at the reading corner, we asked her, IT WAS THE RIGHT STATION, though we still couldn't figure the clue out.&lt;br /&gt;She told us, 'look at the quotations in the reading corner," we lifted our weary heads, and saw it. There it was the quotation! it just above the reading corner and we had to waste our time and energy to search the whole school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it makes me wonder, do i really understand my school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st tasks she given was, to search the whole school for 19 english quotations.&lt;br /&gt;We found only 17, we wanted to just give in andgive her the 17 quotations, but she said, '17 quotations got 5 marks , 19 got 15, so you want to give up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not!&lt;br /&gt;Again, we searched high and low. Still we can't find the reamining too.&lt;br /&gt;In desperation, you know what SuFen and Jyy Wei did?&lt;br /&gt;They went into the closed school library (due to preparations for carnival) and simply picked quotations............the commitee already told us it's not in the office nor the library.....Paiseh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end we only managed to get 17 of them.&lt;br /&gt;Phe,w if i gonna describe every task we did, it's gonna take forever, cause there's 15 of them!&lt;br /&gt;So i gonna skip some of the parts and select the most memorable moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station no.....X(don't remember which station is it...too much stuff)&lt;br /&gt;We were asked to find a way to protect an chicken egg while letting it down from the Library. They gave us 3 sticks of straws, few pieces of newspaper. With SuFen suggestion, we made a parachute. An ultra deformed one. ANd cover it was remnats of the newspaper. then we tried to dropped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;We........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............Failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the newpare which was used to protect the egg was too heavy. thus as punishment for our failures, 4 of we had to simultaneously do the frog jump for like 2 meter long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd you know where we were at that time?&lt;br /&gt;We were at the fountain!&lt;br /&gt;The were many juniors walking up and down.&lt;br /&gt;The juniors stopped and stared at us as we do our jumps........i'm a probational prefect and a form 6!&lt;br /&gt;You know how 'paiseh' i was?&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due the not so effective schedule of the game, we just did 9 tasks. The game stations were all messes up, cause we did the tasks too fast, they decided to give us a few more tasks. So in the end we did 13 of the task. Then headed straight towards the finished line, the assembly ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the commitee members then told us,&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;due to technical error, you are now finished your game despite that you didn't do all the tasks. We will tried to be fair to solve the problem.&lt;/em&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not my problem as long i finshed it. I don't care the resluts, currently i'm so bloody tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my legs are aching...........&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i feel so old......oh.........the pain.........and yet so ignorant..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~chee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd i had stuff to do corcerninf with my post as the SETIAUSAHA.................&lt;br /&gt;~lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we gonna have a rehearsel for the opening ceremony fro the carnival..............&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115156615915168737?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115156615915168737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115156615915168737' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115156615915168737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115156615915168737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/06/goose-hunt.html' title='Goose Hunt!'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115150748376703499</id><published>2006-06-28T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:11:24.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_5963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_5963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Iced Feather,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got the news that i passed my interview for prefects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy?&lt;br /&gt;Erm.....not really........don't have time to express it , will express it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115150748376703499?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115150748376703499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115150748376703499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115150748376703499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115150748376703499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/06/dear-iced-feather-i-just-got-news-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115140881712364889</id><published>2006-06-27T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:46:57.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overloaded.....</title><content type='html'>Lately i have been too easily regret about almost every decision i have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have joined PRS(Unit Bimbingan dan Kaunseling), Got an interview for prefects, joined Wushu for TaiChi, (Join Club Setia, Club Form 6) and finally Kelab Pencegah Jenayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, all of a sudden, i felt kinda tired.&lt;br /&gt;school carnival is coming, everyone or should i say every club is so bloody busy preparing their own activities on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Taichi and Perfects which i had not yet know the results of my interview, The PRS and Kelab Pencegah Jenayah have their own schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i kept moving back and forth form my class to the PRS room. Damn Tired....&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that we have no class everyone is real busy with the preparation including the teachers, there's no class today. Everyone is like a barbarian moving from one place to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afternoon, our class stay back for the Kelab Pencegah Jenayah AGM.....&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, i have been appointed to be the club's Setiausaha!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SHit, i was thinking to be Penolong.....Instead i got THIS MOST DISTURBING post of all....&lt;br /&gt;There' so many to do as a setiausaha......lol......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perfects.......Should i joined it or not?&lt;br /&gt;Mok Jia Qi(An Ex Prefect) said this job sucks big time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pass or not to pass.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you guys think i take too much societies?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah , i guess so....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115140881712364889?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115140881712364889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115140881712364889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115140881712364889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115140881712364889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/06/overloaded.html' title='Overloaded.....'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115112421174566373</id><published>2006-06-24T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:50:57.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where my Fate Lies?</title><content type='html'>They had returned once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 hours ago, I left Erin's house with a heavy feeling, along with XiangLeng and SueYee. Though we had a fun time in her house but the Grand Finale was much for us to bear. It is a Finale where not many were able to witness cause many have departed as it was getting late, way too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was it you may wonder... Let me tell you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Erin's Dad(a.k.a. UNCLE)'s Talk.&lt;br /&gt;He gave all of those who were still present a talk about our future. What job should we take. How open minded we are. Whether we had made right choice or not. Surprisingly, we aren't as open minded as we think, most of us chose according to our interest. He gave us a short analyze of what will happen to Malaysia's economy in the future. He told us &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT TO LOOK INSIDE THE BOX BUT OUTSIDE&lt;/span&gt;. Every year thousands of graduate come out into the society and they have nothing to do, thus choosing a right job is important as you must understand what the market demand so that you would assure that you will immediately get a job once you release into the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked me what course am i taking, i told him form 6 with Econs, Accounts, General Knowledge as in Malay, Chinese, and MUET. He said thid isn't a bad choice as there is accounts in it. He encouraged us to take Accounts due to the fact that the Overseas such as Australia and China are most need of such skill plus we the Malaysian are consider as Cheap labours. Malaysia accountant are highly demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not what I had in my mind...I'm not interested in accounts. I suck in it.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking to take the easiest course of all. Econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong idea.&lt;br /&gt;RueyWen had such intention too. But UNCLE said, economist is a hard to get work kind of job. Though i did not show my disapoinment out, RueyWen did.&lt;br /&gt;public Relation is not a good jod too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we could even ask more questions, XianLong's Dad came. Four of us left.&lt;br /&gt;It is as though a utter heavy burden suddenly crashing upon our shoulders. Worries and fear are shuddering our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is done is done, I had to finish my Studies in form 6 before I continue seeking my trail of life. May it's be too late, maybe it wasn't, only God knows, where my fate lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I had to really study hard in my econs and accounts, must resist from the habit of slacking off during class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115112421174566373?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115112421174566373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115112421174566373' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115112421174566373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115112421174566373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-my-fate-lies.html' title='Where my Fate Lies?'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115097374443025084</id><published>2006-06-22T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T18:55:44.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catholic High School Carnival</title><content type='html'>Yeah, the Chs is finally enter to it's 50th year golden anniversary in conjuction with that,  our school is gonna hold a carnival to celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;Almost the whole school is busy preparing for the Carnival. Teachers,students, especially the form 6s, it seems that we are quite highly demanded at this moment. Many cluds and societies plus teachers are asking us to lend a hand on that day, including Chan Moi. (ew.....)&lt;br /&gt;Wonder whose side am i gonna help?&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, they gonna held a Catholic Mass in the brother Phillpe Wu hall follow by blessings around the school. As a 'catholic' student, i had to join thus taking most of my part in helping the stalls.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, we are gonna have lotsa foot and drinks stall along with games and funs and some exhibition. Currently i'm not sure whether we need a cupon to play in the games or buy the food.For the previous years, our school never any carnival compare to other schools in our district. Happy, right?&lt;br /&gt;STarting next week, all of us will quite busy. Don't bother to kacau us!&lt;br /&gt;Whahahahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i almost forget, the Carnival is held on the 1st of July 2006 starting from 7.30a.m. to 5.00p.m.(i think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi, remember to come on that day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115097374443025084?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115097374443025084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115097374443025084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115097374443025084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115097374443025084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/06/catholic-high-school-carnival.html' title='Catholic High School Carnival'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115081566525190715</id><published>2006-06-20T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T19:13:11.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels And Mortals</title><content type='html'>Been &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt; lazy lately and donno what to talk about for my post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... Okay, i just thought of a topic to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic: Angels And Mortals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Angel and Mortal Game&lt;/em&gt; which all form 6 are compulsory to participate in the game. The purpose of having this game is to let us know more about each other forms (the upper 6 and the lower 6). Having The upper 6 being the Angels while we the lower 6 or rather freshmen are playing the role as Mortals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game started few days after our 1st day in school. The only thing that we need to do is to write letters to them and they will write back to us. We picked our own Angles randomly. And i Got a fella with the nickname of Gin Tonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1st i thought this is a stupid and time wasting game( All of us thought so) But when you write a letter and in return receive the letter from them, the feeling is kinda funny and sometimes frustrating if the Angels doesn't reply to you letter. (which was in Sufen's case)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my case i'm happy to pick Gin Tonic cause she/he (I still can't guess his/her gender) cause he/she would reply me at least two days once(cause of the new mailing system). We the mortals also gotta guess who they are. But in 99.99% cases they won't give you the specific and useful hints no matter how you asked like mine.(GENDER???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angles and mortals are free to tag with other angels or mortals. Which was Sue Yee case, all of a sudden she was tagged by a Angel called Potato Queen then with a fella called Angel along with 'wild dolphin'...&lt;br /&gt;~LOL~&lt;br /&gt;And then Sufen and Jyy Wei wrote to these 2 and arguements, while me, i just sat on the fence, (i'm not interested in getting to know too many Angels,),  eventually the problem solved. (Lazy to explain the situaction in here, go ask SuFen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i waited for Gin Tonic's Letter anxiuosly, and the other three said that i was in love in Gin Tonic. ~lol~&lt;br /&gt;Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA....Maybe but what if Gin Tonic is a girl?&lt;br /&gt;~LOL~&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'm gonna reply Gin Tonic's letter!&lt;br /&gt;WHAHAHAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115081566525190715?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115081566525190715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115081566525190715' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115081566525190715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115081566525190715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/06/angels-and-mortals.html' title='Angels And Mortals'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115055534140162870</id><published>2006-06-17T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T22:44:24.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye, Maths</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9388/620/IMG_5314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9388/480/IMG_5314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye maths...despite the fact that i hate you, i'll still miss you....&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115055534140162870?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115055534140162870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115055534140162870' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115055534140162870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115055534140162870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-bye-maths.html' title='Good Bye, Maths'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-115020857286627031</id><published>2006-06-13T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:22:52.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dropping Maths</title><content type='html'>AFter a few weeks of hesitating about which subjects to drop, today i had decided to dropped maths since i've constantly discouraged by our not so happy go lucky maths teacher, Pn.Chan Moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wasted my time on something that i never interested, nor understand. Instead, i wanted to take History in it's place while dropping Account along the way. ~Drop 2 add 1~&lt;br /&gt;Understand was never my field, instead memorising had stronger effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, sadly school seems to have given up on providing students History lessons since no pepople passed history in the previous when the school had this subject in the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that from Benny Tan who had the same intention as me who had already dropped the 2 same subjects and taken up History, that History has 4 thick text books.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta 'hafal' like hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know yet, if i really take History, and drop the other 2 then there's no turning back. I can't regret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-115020857286627031?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/115020857286627031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=115020857286627031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115020857286627031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/115020857286627031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/06/dropping-maths_13.html' title='Dropping Maths'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114992380399720249</id><published>2006-06-10T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T15:19:49.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gap of Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9388/620/clour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9388/480/clour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this picture wasn't as great as the other ones i postde, but bear with me....i'm kinda busy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114992380399720249?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114992380399720249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114992380399720249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114992380399720249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114992380399720249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/06/gap-of-sky.html' title='Gap of Sky'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114966048079851797</id><published>2006-06-07T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T14:08:01.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Iced Feather,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently don't understand Maths Exercise and What the Heck the Flash Tutorial talking about...&lt;br /&gt;Very confused with both things now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;You Confused Creator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114966048079851797?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114966048079851797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114966048079851797' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114966048079851797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114966048079851797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/06/dear-iced-feather-currently-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114957232049033512</id><published>2006-06-06T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T13:38:41.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Iced Feather,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy with Homework and Learning Flash, will not be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Creator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114957232049033512?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114957232049033512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114957232049033512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114957232049033512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114957232049033512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/06/dear-iced-feather-busy-with-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114938509948487058</id><published>2006-06-04T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:08:37.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petronas Twin Tower, Pride of Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9388/640/KLCC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9388/480/KLCC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the so-called Pride of Malaysia, Petronas Twin Tower. Again I did some modifications to the original picture. If you ever been to Malaysia's Capital Kuala Lumpur then you must definitely check this place out! If you look closely, you can realize the design of this Twin tower is actually quite similar to 2 gigantic maizes(corn). This is why local people here call them as "Twin Jagung" (Jagung refer to Maize in Malay Language).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahaha.............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome to Malaysia....!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114938509948487058?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114938509948487058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114938509948487058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114938509948487058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114938509948487058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/06/petronas-twin-tower-pride-of-malaysia.html' title='Petronas Twin Tower, Pride of Malaysia'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114924473372526944</id><published>2006-06-02T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T18:38:54.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary of the week</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a week now since school holiday started and i still haven't even touch any of my homework, including the dreadful Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;Aw...i Hate maths a lot....i wanted to drop it some much ....but i can't, not till i take the 1st semester maths exam.&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;Other than rotting at home, i have been blogging alot as if in BE, earning credits...and watching YouTube's video....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114924473372526944?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114924473372526944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114924473372526944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114924473372526944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114924473372526944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/06/summary-of-week.html' title='Summary of the week'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114905643398082302</id><published>2006-05-31T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T14:50:44.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hole in the Heavens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9388/640/hole-in-the-heavens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9388/480/hole-in-the-heavens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo editted by using picasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, this is a random picture which i took while i was on my way to work. I took it while there was a stupid traffic jam cause by an idiot who didn't refill his petrol in time and had to stop his damn car in the middle of the road to refill it while those drivers on the road kept cutting the lines, they can't even queue properly causing the others to lose their patient. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Selfish people...What a big mess!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://services.google.com/picasa_referrals_en-uk.html?ai=B_8Pnwzp9RO2cOp7mqAK4_5jPDIznohWQxYj8AcWNtwEAEAEg2IDoBUCaE0iZOVDs7P24-_____8BoAGyu6f9A7IBFmZmN3NlZWtlci5ibG9nc3BvdC5jb23IAQLaAR5odHRwOi8vZmY3c2Vla2VyLmJsb2dzcG90LmNvbS-AAgGVAifVSgo&amp;amp;gclid=CLSDxIf-oYUCFR-DOAodIyA4uA"&gt;Get photo software Picasa from Google &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114905643398082302?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114905643398082302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114905643398082302' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114905643398082302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114905643398082302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/hole-in-heavens.html' title='A Hole in the Heavens'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114898965843694067</id><published>2006-05-30T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:47:39.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UFO sneaking at you</title><content type='html'>Do you believe in UFOs? Aliens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i do even though i also has a faith to keep. Don't tell me that in this whole enormous universe, we are the only ones who exist and live in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Bull SHit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in it, yet, i &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;don't think i got the guts to face the real Aliens when they really appear in front of me&lt;/span&gt;. I think the 1st i thing i would if i really sees it, is, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;piss in my own pants while crawling my way away from that, that another world being&lt;/span&gt;, this is same as facing GoD(yes, i'm scare of God too, just because i'm not prepare).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deny the fact that i'm a coward, &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i'm not prepared to face such things&lt;/span&gt; yet, even in educations, they rarely mention about such things, if they really exist maybe it was like the Man In Blacks, they keep&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; the secrets about their existence&lt;/span&gt; knowing that the Earth inhabitants are not prepare to deal with the outer beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a real weird thought about them, what if they &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Aliens had been observing us since our primitive ancestors time? Or even ealier as though we are like their lab Rats?&lt;/span&gt; To observe our nature, life span, intellectual and many things?&lt;br /&gt;Even as now, they are &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;each given a task to look over every single human on earth&lt;/span&gt;, as we hide in our dark corner &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;doing our daily and private or dark(?) routine&lt;/span&gt;, such as &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;digging our nose&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;bathing,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;in the toilet pee-ing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;murdering&lt;/span&gt;....And then &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;they would write it in their reports&lt;/span&gt; just like us Human doing our observant reports...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yew...this is so creepy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So guys, do you believe in them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114898965843694067?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114898965843694067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114898965843694067' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114898965843694067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114898965843694067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/ufo-sneaking-at-you.html' title='UFO sneaking at you'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114896417826555674</id><published>2006-05-30T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T12:51:37.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please read the comment below</title><content type='html'>Okay guys, i know have not been update my blog properly, today, i intended to do so, but then, after reading some comments of the previous post (which supposely belong to another older post, with the name of &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Twilight Built&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i guess they put it there so that i could notice them,&lt;/span&gt; thanks whoever you are! :P) &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;so i decided to leave this site for awhile hoping that you guys might read the comments from my last post which is in the wrong place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't put them here in the open cause well...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they are real sensitive comments&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Please read the comments of the previous post by the name of &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Twilight Built&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114896417826555674?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114896417826555674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114896417826555674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114896417826555674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114896417826555674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/please-read-comment-below.html' title='Please read the comment below'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114865169741143520</id><published>2006-05-26T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:57:48.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Built</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9388/640/twilight-built.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/5/9388/480/twilight-built.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114865169741143520?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114865169741143520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114865169741143520' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114865169741143520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114865169741143520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/twilight-built_114865169741143520.html' title='Twilight Built'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114845374629892152</id><published>2006-05-24T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T15:17:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Milieu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/urban%20milieu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/urban%20milieu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114845374629892152?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114845374629892152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114845374629892152' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114845374629892152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114845374629892152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/urban-milieu.html' title='Urban Milieu'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114699068193507492</id><published>2006-05-24T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:31:41.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am no China Man Nor am I a True Citizen of my Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Due to some reasons i have emerged two articles of mine into One for easy reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm No ChinaMan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people referring me as &lt;a title="中国" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Ã¤Â¸&amp;shy;Ã¥›Â½"&gt;中国&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="人" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Ã¤ÂºÂº"&gt;人&lt;/a&gt;(zhōng gúo rén) literally means &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;China man&lt;/span&gt;. I checked the WikiDictionanry and found that in English, the word 'chinese' refer to people who are living in or coming from China. This include those chinese who not born in china yet CHINESE of origin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusing you may think, but in the Chinese language, they don't call these chinese who born outside China and live outside China and have their own citizen of that particular country as 中国人(zhōng gúo rén) instead, they refer themselves as &lt;a title="华裔" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Ã¥ÂŽÃ¨Â£”"&gt;华裔&lt;/a&gt; (huá yì) which means, persons of Chinese ethnicity born outside China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is different from the word &lt;a title="华" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Ã¥ÂŽ"&gt;华&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="侨" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Ã¤Â¾Â¨"&gt;侨&lt;/a&gt; (huá qiáo) which means, persons who live outside of China but have Chinese nationality, in other words, chinese immigrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English, every chinese, overseas born, immigrats or those in China are called chineses. For them, there isn't much different, it's all the same. In Chinese Language,they makes whole lot of differences. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'm no 中国人(zhōng gúo rén) nor 华侨(huá qiáo) . I'm 华裔(huá yì), Malaysia's 华裔(huá yì).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this country which it's national language is Malay followed by the importance of English language, Chinese language is in 3rd place. Many of the chinese here are&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; Banana Men&lt;/span&gt; meaning, yellow skin on the outside but white skin on the inside. For Chinese long as you can speak chinese it is already enough, as my teacher once told me, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;our motto of having education is to communicate rather than to learn&lt;/span&gt; which was a shame to us as many researches revealed that Malaysian's don't read much compare to others developed countries like Japan. Yet this was also one of our pride as Malaysians as we can speak more than one language. Pros and cons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many chinese stopped their chinese education when they advanced to Secondary school which was a pity... and because of these reasons many Malaysia 华裔 tends to call themselves as 中国人.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I AM A MALAYSIAN'S 华裔 NOT A 中国人!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span size="4"&gt;Yet i'm no True Citizen of my country...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit, but sometimes i feel as though i was on neither side, not a true malaysian nor a true chinese. In Malaysia,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; aboriginals have special protections from the Goverment&lt;/span&gt; while other races like chinese, indians, and other immigrated races have none. The protection was obvious ranging &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;from educations to politics to religions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Education, others races strive real hard to get into local Universities while the abroginal just waits from the Gocernment to let them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a real good example to descride how it was, i had a friend, A who gets 9As in her exam while she had another abroginal, B friend who just 4As, my friend waited and waited anxiuosly for the goverment to reply her application yet there's no news about theapplication instead B immediately got the application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;local Universities have reserve at least 90% of the places for the abroginals&lt;/span&gt; while the rest was given for other races like Indian, Chinese, eurasians to fight amongst themselves. Because of this sole reasons&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; other races tends send their children to go overseas and study&lt;/span&gt; which caused the money to flow out the country and who is to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the books we study in school they &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;alternated the real events&lt;/span&gt;, especially History of Malaysia, &lt;a title="Yap Ah Loy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yap_Ah_Loy"&gt;Yap Ah Loy&lt;/a&gt; was the one who developed Kuala Lumpur making it as one of the portential cities to be the Capital of Malaysia as it is now. In recent History Books, i saw, his name was mentioned only once. And then it is no more to be seen else where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in Religions.&lt;br /&gt;Again i went to Wiki pedia and found out that&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; though we have the right to practice our own Religion, yet there are lot of restrictions&lt;/span&gt;, example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Churches are allowed in Malaysia though there are some restrictions on construction of new churches. No pre-existing churches have been closed down by the government and no standing congregations have been disbanded. However, it is hard to build new churches. For instance, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;it took more than ten years for the local authority in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Shah Alam" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shah_Alam"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Shah Alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; to allow a church to be built there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another topic found in WikiPedia about the &lt;a title="Status of religious freedom in Malaysia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Status_of_religious_freedom_in_Malaysia"&gt;Status of religious freedom in Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The status of religious freedom in Malaysia is a controversial issue&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Islam" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islam"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Islam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; is the official state religion and the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Constitution of Malaysia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constitution_of_Malaysia"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Constitution of Malaysia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; provides for limited &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Freedom of religion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_of_religion"&gt;&lt;em&gt;freedom of religion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, notably placing control upon the 'propogation' of religion other than Islam to Muslims, a fundamental part of a number of other religions. However, questions including &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;whether &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Malay people" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malay_people"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Malays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; can convert from Islam and whether Malaysia is an Islamic state or secular state remains unresolved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Skip till the end of the post if you don't feel like reading it, bt please post comment after reading ...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'is a case about the Issues concern with Conversion into Islam also found in WikiPedia:&lt;br /&gt;Long yet enough to descride the situaction here in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conversion of minor by one parent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the case of Chang Ah Mee v Jbt. Hal Ehwal Agama Islam (2003) heard in the Sabah High Court. The father converted to Islam and converted the child to Islam without consent or knowledge of the mother, Chang Ah Mee, on July 28, 1998. The mother gained custody of the child on Nov 13, 1998 and subsequently sued to declare the conversion void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The court determined that as a state court, it had jurisdiction over all state matters even those concerning Islam. Further, based upon the Federal Constitution (article 12), The Guardianship of Infants Ordinance (Sabah) 1999, The Law Reform (Marriage and Divorce) Act, 1976 and The Administration of Islamic Law Enactment 1992 (Sabah) determined the conversion of a two year old child to be void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003, this issue became prominent again in the case of Shamala Sathiyaseelan v Dr. Jeyaganesh C. Mogarajah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first hearing before the High Court, Shamala Sathiyaseelan sought (1) to bring committal proceedings against the father of the infants for breach of the interim custody order of the High Court of April 17, 2003, and (2) to declare that she was not bound by any decisions, order or proceedings of the syariah court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier the High Court had granted custody to Shamala Sathiyaseelan with access for the father. He failed to return the children to her on May 25, 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamala and Jeyaganesh were married under Hindu rites registered under the jurisdiction of the Law Reform Act. The husband converted to Islam on Nov 19, 2002. On Nov 25, 2002 he converted the children without the mother's knowledge or consent. They were still not divorced at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without knowledge of Shamala he then obtained a custody order in the syariah court on Jan. 30, 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The High Court ruled that the custody order issued by the syariah court "did not change the interim civil court order". They ruled that the syariah court order "is not binding on the plaintiff wife who is non-Muslim". The interim custody order of the High Court and proceedings were binding on the now Muslim husband as matters arising out of the Hindu marriage registered under the Law Reform Act. As his Hindu wife did not file for divorce, she remains "his unconverted wife" under this law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 13, 2004 Shamala once again went to the high court. This time to seek an order that the conversion of the infants was void. As in Chang Ah Mee, she cited the Federal Constitution (Article 12), the Guardianship of Infants Act 1961 and the Administration of Islamic Law (Federal Territories) Act, 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guardianship of Infants Act for the Federal Territories differed from that of Sabah in one aspect as it used the term "parent or guardian" and not "both parents or a guardian" as in AMLE Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case the High Court ruled that only the consent of one parent is required in the conversion to Islam of a person below 18 in the Federal Territories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 12(4) of the Federal Constitution reads "For the purposes of cl. (3) the religion of a person under the age of eighteen years shall be decided by his parent or guardian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The High Court interpreted the term parent to mean father. The equality of rights granted to both parents under the Guardianship of Infants Act, 1961 was held inapplicable on the Muslim father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its judgement the High Court held the fatwa or the Mufti of the Federal Territory as persuasive (legal term). The Mufti stated that the father had the right to unilaterally convert the infants to Islam. No Fiqh (Qu'ranic or Sunnah basis) was cited in his opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamala once again went to the high court on July 20, 2004 to apply inter alia for custody, care and control of the infants. The court awarded it with access for the father. In its judgement, it stated that "the right of religious practice of the two infant children shall be exercised equally by both parents" based on the Guardianship of Infants Act 1961. This was in spite of the earlier ruling that this act does not apply to Jeyaganesh who was now a Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The court also held that the applicable law at the time of conversion was civil law. It even ruled that the infants were "still Hindus at the time of conversion" and that the father should have consulted the mother before converting the infants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the court explicitly cautioned the mother from "influencing the infants' religious belief by teaching them her articles of faith or by making them eat pork" or she would risk losing her children. The rationale given was that the court "cannot run away from the fact that the two infant children are now muallaf" (converts to Islam).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the case has gained prominence various religious organizations, human rights organizations and women's issues organizations have registered watching briefs. En. Haris Bin Mohamed Ibrahim has registered a watching brief on behalf of the Women's Aid Organisation, (WAO), All Women's Action Society (AWAM), Women's Center for Change, Penang (WCC) and Sisters In Islam (SIS). A. Kanesalingam, held watching brief for the Malaysian Consultative Council of Buddhism, Christianity, Hinduism and Sikhism (MCCBCHS). Amnesty International, Human Rights Watch and the Bar Council are also holding watching briefs for this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The various organizations holding watching brief in this case now call themselves loosely Article 11 after the article of the Federal Constitution guaranteeing freedom of religion. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still we are&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;lucky that' our Country isn't as aggresive as the Arabians&lt;/span&gt;. Or are we.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We have Malaysia's Citizenship yet, we are no real Malsysian.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, this dosen't only applies to us but other immigrant races all around the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who are we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114699068193507492?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114699068193507492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114699068193507492' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114699068193507492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114699068193507492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-no-china-man-nor-am-i-true.html' title='I am no China Man Nor am I a True Citizen of my Country'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114819532606136980</id><published>2006-05-21T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:17:07.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance Across Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/DISTANCE-ACROSS-HOPE-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/DISTANCE-ACROSS-HOPE-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A photo taken and modified by me using photoshop and picasa 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114819532606136980?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114819532606136980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114819532606136980' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114819532606136980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114819532606136980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/distance-across-hope.html' title='Distance Across Hope'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114818437543668085</id><published>2006-05-21T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T12:12:07.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenant of The Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/200/User.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just a quick note to you all out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2nd tenant of the week&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I guess most of the poeple from BE know alout her, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt;! While those who have never heard of BE please at least &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;go and give her a visit and leave some comments on her blog&lt;/span&gt;(You guys know who i'm talking)! You won't need to worry that you will waste a few seconds reading her blog! Cause &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;every moment you used on her blog is worth it&lt;/span&gt;! SO guys please go and &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;say hi to her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;by clicking on the picture just below the word 'the Tenanat of the Week' located at the sidebar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114818437543668085?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114818437543668085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114818437543668085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114818437543668085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114818437543668085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/tenant-of-week.html' title='Tenant of The Week!'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114813030089055632</id><published>2006-05-20T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:05:08.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/Dark%20Morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/Dark%20Morning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114813030089055632?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114813030089055632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114813030089055632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114813030089055632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114813030089055632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/dark-morning.html' title='Dark Morning'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114810934785719735</id><published>2006-05-20T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:07:22.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID WEEK as a L6A student!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating my blog for some time guys, i have been kinda lazy and obsess in playing Maple SEA, hehehehehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;SO i decided to post what i had been doing for the pass few days from Tuesday till Friday in Catholic High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;16.05.06&lt;br /&gt;Today cHs is &lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;celebrating Teachers'Day&lt;/font&gt; , me along with the other ex 5p1s &lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;decided to play absent&lt;/font&gt; today, cause we haven't register nor assign into any class thus they don't take attendance that day, plus after the ceremony we the lower 6s&lt;font color="#ffff99"&gt; gotta stay back and help the SENIORS to clean up the school&lt;/font&gt;. Thus the 8 of us decided to 'pakat' and not go to school, we ain't going be their 'kuli's !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the &lt;font color="#99ff99"&gt;morning it rained&lt;/font&gt;, i wonder how are they gonna held the celebration?&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehehehe.......&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it got &lt;font color="#99ffff"&gt;nothing to do with me&lt;/font&gt;, i gotta go back to sleep. So chiao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;17.05.06&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school today after having a day off. I thought we are going to register as soon as we arrived at the Lecture Hall. But NO, the teachers still got lotsa things to say, and &lt;font color="#ccccff"&gt;warn us about the life in Form 6 especially to the Science Stream,&lt;/font&gt; they &lt;font color="#ffccff"&gt;barely mention anything about Arts yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;~DISCRIMINATION~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some craps we were asked by &lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;Pn.Chan Moi the Lembaga Alam Sekitar&lt;/font&gt; teacher to &lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;help to do some GARDENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff99"&gt;What are we? Kuli? Free Tenaga Buruh? They kept asking to do this do that, when are we gonna start studying?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;We were separated into few groups , me, Sufen, SueYee and Jyy Wei along with some other girls were asked to help the plant changed their clothes by putting them into new shining pots. Dude, &lt;font color="#99ff99"&gt;this is such a dirty job&lt;/font&gt;, can you imagine what a nightmare &lt;font color="#99ffff"&gt;if your newly bought Uniform got dirty by those sticky, ugly-looking, shit-like-mud, &lt;/font&gt;yew......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we still manage to keep our clothes clean by the end of the work. Then we went for recess and&lt;font color="#ccccff"&gt; back to the Lecture Hall. This time they are done sorting us the ARTz People into the class&lt;/font&gt; that we ought to be while the Science, well, the teachers have some technical Problems with them.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 11.30a.m. we the ARTz were given permission to go our class located at the 3rd floor of the Red building, block C. It was kinda tiring to walk to the&lt;font color="#ffff99"&gt; 3rd floor while our class looked kinda old and dusty,&lt;/font&gt; yet i like my class. I could feel the warmth in my class especially spread by &lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;our class teacher, Pn. Yap Rio.&lt;/font&gt; She is kinda sweet. Plus the students were people from ARTz, they are kinda NIce too. &lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;I AM SO LOVING MY CLASS NOW&lt;/font&gt;. But what about those SCIENCE people who wanted to enter our class? What about them?&lt;br /&gt;Currently there are &lt;font color="#ffff99"&gt;32 in our class&lt;/font&gt; and there's no longer have sufficient space to put 15+ people, we gotta &lt;font color="#99ff99"&gt;stick 4 tables together&lt;/font&gt; so people have enough space to walk by. Lol, i &lt;font color="#99ffff"&gt;hope there won't be too many SCIENCE people coming to our class....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;18.05.06&lt;br /&gt;Today, i was kinda happy as SueYee and i made our way thru our class in the Assembly ground. &lt;font color="#ccccff"&gt;Finally, i got our class to queue in&lt;/font&gt;. Hehehehehe...Plus i was &lt;font color="#ffccff"&gt;kinda proud as i boost about my class in front of the SCIENCE People who wanted to enter my class.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;Cause they are all fighting to enter our class the GREAT L6A! &lt;/font&gt;I thought our class only have few limited places left for the SCIENCE, only some selected will enter our class but no many. &lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;Plus, We the Artz people &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;have a small but special library only open for the Artz people&lt;/font&gt;, the librabry is located inside the U6A class just a few class beside ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Hehehehehehehe...Can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff99"&gt;I heard a rumour saying that &lt;font color="#99ff99"&gt;Pn.Felicia wasn't happy about we the ARTz people got a Mini Library &lt;/font&gt;while the Science people don't. Few years back, when the Mini Library was newly opened, she stormed into the U6A class bringing some History and SCience related books. &lt;font color="#99ffff"&gt;She wanted the ARTz people to Share the Mini Library with the SCIENCE People&lt;/font&gt;. They had quite a argue and eventually,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt; she lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why, they said,&lt;font color="#ccccff"&gt; the SCIENCE people Are rich they have made a FEW Labs while the ARTz people don't have anything&lt;/font&gt; that's why their &lt;font color="#ffccff"&gt;teacher suggested to make a library USING THEIR OWN MONEY and THEIR OWN BOOKs&lt;/font&gt;, i think this is the MAIN reason why Felicia lost in the FIGHT. &lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;THIS IS THEIR PROPERTY, they made it by their own hands and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Then they &lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;passed the library Down to us the juniors&lt;/font&gt; who will one day take over the U6A class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Touching isn't it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally &lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;we got our own Property to be proud with&lt;/font&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;After this, we went to the lecture Hall again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we had&lt;font color="#ffff99"&gt; a talk&lt;/font&gt; by A guy Named Daryl Wong about "&lt;font color="#99ff99"&gt;PARADIgM SHIRT: PATH TO SUCcESS"&lt;/font&gt;. for me it was another crap, for others it was interesting, they kept laughing during the talk including SuFen JyyWei and the Others, while me, i just couldn't laugh but i had to force myself laugh. Luckily, there were still some stuff that was really really funny. By the time this thing &lt;font color="#99ffff"&gt;ended it was 12.00 noon&lt;/font&gt;, Sufen, SueYee JyyWei and i made our way top the Canteen to have some lunch then to the &lt;font color="#ccccff"&gt;Bimbingan Dan Kaunseling Room to sign up for the membership.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went back to our class and waited till the 1st bell rang then we just &lt;font color="#ffccff"&gt;walked out of the school without waiting for the second bell to ring. &lt;/font&gt;Heheheheeheheheheh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;(the WOrst Day of my week!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;19.05.06&lt;br /&gt;Today during the Morning assembly, we the form6 girls including the upper 6 were asked by Ms. Lina to stay back for some warning.&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt; She told us that she received some complains from the teachers about the form 6s girls' bra, &lt;/font&gt;they said that some of our bra &lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;were too... well... colourful... and obvious for them those bras were like a light bulbs&lt;/font&gt;, they could be seen even though we were wearing a WHITE Shirt on it. Shucks...&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;font color="#ffff99"&gt;wearing black bra at that time&lt;/font&gt;...and the girls told me that it was obvious.&lt;br /&gt;~lol~&lt;br /&gt;At then, when we went back to our class, our &lt;font color="#99ff99"&gt;Maths Teacher, Pn.Chan Moi&lt;/font&gt; was already there waiting for us, they she started &lt;font color="#99ffff"&gt;talking about Maths stuff, Maths S And Maths T&lt;/font&gt;, 10 minutes later, &lt;font color="#ccccff"&gt;a bunch of SCINCE people gathered in front of our class door waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;OMG! I got a real &lt;font color="#ffccff"&gt;bad feeling&lt;/font&gt; about this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;They were all given the permission to change course from SCIENCE TO ARTz. &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;All of them&lt;/font&gt; including someone i dislike....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;BUll SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;All of them? LAGI BUll SHit!&lt;br /&gt;Don't the SChool use their brains? Can't they see how crowded our class already is?&lt;br /&gt;With them in our class, our number&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt; increase to 47&lt;/font&gt;! Now, we &lt;font color="#ffff99"&gt;gotta stick 5 tables together&lt;/font&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;What the HECK?!&lt;br /&gt;Despite all these Pn. Chan Moi continued her craps about Maths S and Math T. THen she started talking about the SCIeNCe people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ff99"&gt;"You see, Maths is consist of 2 paper, paper1 is focus on Pure Maths S and T are in it, which includes Materials from Add maths Which some of you had previously learnt especially the SCIeNCE People, while Paper 2 is only about Statistics and Quantitative, more about things which related to business. Paper 1 is the same for ARtz and SCieNCE Stream while Paper 2 is different depending on which stream you are in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;"Plus this time Maths are all in ENglish, this &lt;font color="#99ffff"&gt;might be an advantage to those who had learnt EST especially the people from SCIENCE while the ARTz well, it&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt; might be quite hard for you guys&lt;/font&gt;,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULL SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS, &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;ANOTHER DISCRIMINATION&lt;/font&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Then , she continued to talk with each sentence she spoke was filled with thorns as she continued to stab us with them. Eventually, her 2 periods were finally over as the bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i felt relieved?&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;I felt unhappy! With all the Science people in our class, we the Artz People who were originally from ARtz have &lt;font color="#ccccff"&gt;from the 1st class citizen dropped into 2nd class citizen&lt;/font&gt;. I thought in this class &lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;we are all equal&lt;/font&gt; from the ARtz, that's why i loved my class at the beginning but when THEY Come in, we lost our equality.&lt;br /&gt;What are WE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Still remembered few years back when &lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;all of them fight to enter the SCIENCE Stream while we who Chooses the ARtz laid back and relax. Now, they all fought to come into our class&lt;/font&gt;...it seems like our class have written the school history to become one of the most crowded ARTz class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last Period, which was &lt;font color="#ffff99"&gt;Pengajian Am&lt;/font&gt;(General Knowledge in BM which was a mixture of BM and History), the teacher gave us some homework to do. But none of us there have bought our Text books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#99ff99"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hari Isnin, saya mau semua buat tugasan mereka, say a mau tengok, semua mesti buat!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Alamak, this means that i&lt;font color="#99ffff"&gt; gotta stay back and buy the text book&lt;/font&gt; from the KEdai buku, i knew it will be damn crowded. Anyway, SuFen and I still managed to bought our books quickly with the help of someone from L6A which i don't know who is he. Then i rushed my to the bus stop, when we were &lt;font color="#ccccff"&gt;passing the ugly looking Block A Foyer, SuFEn spotted YouHeng and JiaQi, we had a brief crap talk.&lt;/font&gt; (i don't remember what crap we were talking about).&lt;br /&gt;after this i then again rushed my way to the bus stop, luckily it wasn't here yet, hehehehehehehee....so i waited at the bus stop till the bus came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....That's end of my schooling week.&lt;br /&gt;Currently i'm so &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;depressed......&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114810934785719735?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114810934785719735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114810934785719735' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114810934785719735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114810934785719735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/stupid-week-as-l6a-student.html' title='STUPID WEEK as a L6A student!'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114768895437038982</id><published>2006-05-15T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T19:32:12.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The LonEr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/loner-cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/loner-cloud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114768895437038982?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114768895437038982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114768895437038982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114768895437038982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114768895437038982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/loner.html' title='The LonEr'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114768658495880869</id><published>2006-05-15T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T18:09:58.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st day As Lower 6s</title><content type='html'>Today is 15 of May, the day where i &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;started my NEW LIFE&lt;/span&gt; as a Returnee to my Former School which i Graduated,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; Catholic High School&lt;/span&gt; as one of the eldest senior of the whole School, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Form 6&lt;/span&gt;. Seniors....hmm, i sure like the sound of it....hehehehehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;(To study form 6 you gotta have lotsa courage, as if you fail to get a flying colours in your STPM exam, you have equally watsted nearly of your 2 years time in high school. PLus it is a hard life, they said, the exam, STPM, is one of the most difficulty exams to be rated in the whole world. Thus many people picked a rather simple life. They chose colleges, private one of course, while some went to overseas, and others who can't afford such luxuries chose to take local universities or college, still they gotta pay lotsa sums compare to form 6 which doesn't need to pay. And to enter a better Universities such as Gorvenment collages or Universities require high qualifications among these qualifications is getting at least 3 principles in STPM. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all i had been &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;rotting at home&lt;/span&gt; nearly 5 months!&lt;br /&gt;i finally given the chance to resume my studies.&lt;br /&gt;Yeay! I was quite nervous as today could consider as my &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;1st day in school as i had graduated last year in the same school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And How &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;ironic&lt;/span&gt; is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i arrived at the school with SueYee at 7.10a.m. This is so weird when i re-enter the school. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Everything was the same, but then the feeling i had was so different&lt;/span&gt;, excited? Maybe a little. Nervous? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7.25a.m. the bell rang, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SueYee and i&lt;/span&gt; made our way to the assembly ground for the weekly assemly. There i &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;saw many Returnees from Science Stream but few from Arts Stream&lt;/span&gt;. They all gathered at the far most corner of the assembly ground. I sighed. I was kinda disappointed about it, i was hoping that i could meet more of my friends from my Former class 5p1. I did my little social chats with the old faces i knew from the previous years in this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we were pushed by the Prefects to the stairs surrounding the Assembly. There, i finally saw &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SuFen and Jyywei&lt;/span&gt;. The assembly was starting, all was prepare for the assembly except for us the Lower Form 6s. All of us kept moving and pushing on the tiny yet broad stairs we made our stand. Then, we started singing the National Song, Negaraku. It was &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;like the old times&lt;/span&gt; many of the students weren't willing to sing the song, it was more like whispers rather than sing. The same thing applied to the following songs, Duli Yang Maha, Our state anthem and our school anthem. After minutes of standing with my mouth moving slightly a bit as we sing those song with not one bit of enthusiasm in them, we were asked to sit on the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda weird to sit on the stairs and stare at the few thousands human heads which were slightly lower down and just in front of us. It gave some sort of proud feeling, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;AFTER ALL WE ARE THE SENIORS.&lt;/span&gt; Then &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;our headmistress started her crapping again, about those stuff she used to talk in my previous years, craps and rubbish which had to do with the proud facts that our school is a GOOD SCHOOL with great displines. &lt;/span&gt;Blah, blah, blah......BORING! Eventually the whole thing ends somewhere at 8.20a.m. We were then requested to go to the &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lecture Hall, for the Registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I saw the others, &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;WaiSeng, HonKiat, Lekong, SheauFeng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you guess it!&lt;br /&gt;Only &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Eight out of 38 members &lt;/span&gt;of the former students of 5p1 return to the old money minded school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were going to have a orientation for us form 6. Welcome speeches yet again from our HeadMistrees while the other teachers &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;explaining the functions of our school&lt;/span&gt; to the Form6. Finally just when i thought they were going to the grand finale of the whole session, the registration, instead they just &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;explain about the difference between 3 Science classes that they had in this school. The only time they really mention the word 'art stream' was, "Who wishes to change their course from Science stream to Art Stream please come forward to us to take the Registration Forms," This is so unfair, Arts, whey are we always the second rated ones.&lt;/span&gt; I bet, all the best teachers of form6 such as Ms. Lina would probably be taken by the Science Classes too, while we take the leftovers just like when i was in form5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that i wasn't too happy about was, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too many people form science wanted to go for arts stream&lt;/span&gt;! Most probably they gonna divide us into 2 classes...Oh......shit.......But no use worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Overall of the orientation was just a crap wasting our time!&lt;/span&gt; I thought we were going to register TODAY! They talked and talked and talked, nothing Crucial at all! Sheesh...by the time the session end, it was somewhere 11a.m. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;We were then asked by our seniors the Upper from6s to help them in their decorations for tomorrow's Teachers' Day Celebration&lt;/span&gt; in collision with a teacher 's retirement (whom i don't know nor care.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, we just spent 10 minutes and our part of helping was over. It was just 11.30a.m. We had to wait till 1.10.p.m. An hour and 40 minutes more to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1st we just stood around the round table talking about craps, then SheauFeng WaiSeng and Lekong &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;decided to give our former teachers a visit&lt;/span&gt;, the girls didn't want, they were kinda shy to reunited with the teachers, so i left and went with the boys. We kept &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;wandering around the schoo ltrying to find the teachers,&lt;/span&gt; but to no avail. We only mananged to&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; find Pn.Chin and En.Song,&lt;/span&gt; and the rest well, we were too lazy to go in for another search. Then, we went to the Library for some reading and crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we waited and waited till 1.00p.m. only then we walked to the Round Table to get our backpacks.&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; All of us were bored, tired and sleepy&lt;/span&gt;, i just can't wait to rush ourselves back home and had dip of myself in the shower, after all today, was another &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.10ap.m., the bell rang, SueYee and i just dashed ourselves to the bus stop and waited for the bus, 10 minutes later the bus came. We just got on it and head straight for home. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So thus end my 1st day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh what a crappy day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow my school is gonna celebrate Teacher's day and i'm not gonna go to school tomorrow, why because they &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;haven't started taking attendance yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahaha............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114768658495880869?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114768658495880869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114768658495880869' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114768658495880869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114768658495880869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-1st-day-as-lower-6s.html' title='My 1st day As Lower 6s'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114741102156773537</id><published>2006-05-12T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T13:17:01.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cost Above Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/consequences-above-nature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/consequences-above-nature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114741102156773537?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114741102156773537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114741102156773537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114741102156773537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114741102156773537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/cost-above-nature.html' title='Cost Above Nature'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114714456026501094</id><published>2006-05-09T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:50:16.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click And Comment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Attention to especially&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; BlogExplosion members&lt;/span&gt; out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Click and Comment campaign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Click And Comment Day is a campaign started by the owner of the Living with Multiple Personalities, Cat&lt;/span&gt;. ( I change the Click &amp; Comment Day into Click &amp;amp; Comment Campaign as i don't have a certain day to do so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;This campaign requires you to use one day in your whole week to have a Click &amp; Comment Day.&lt;/span&gt; And Cat picked Monday, while i, i don't have a certain day, i'll just do it whenever i feel like it. Monday? Thuesday? She started this to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;remind you how important it is to comment on other blogs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It truly DOES increase your readership and you most often gain regulars that will visit your blog day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the campaign &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;encourage is for you to click my renter. Then, you comment on the blog and click their renter or someone on their blogroll.&lt;/span&gt; Then you comment on that blog and click their renter or someone on their blogroll. Do this for as many blogs as you can. Sometimes they go full circle, and you end up at the originating blog, then just look up a blog in the blogroll and start the cycle again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's get started! &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Comment here and I'll either add your name and link to my post or use an auto-link program and let you add your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;encourage you to do this at least to 5 comments&lt;/span&gt; if you have ANY time at all. It will give you the joy of sharing a few of your opinions on posts and bring you future readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, i'm gonna&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; link your blogs to mine after you guys post your name and blog over here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=sinkales&amp;amp;postid=08May2006" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;_______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note&lt;br /&gt;Original post can be found on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aspenleafhosting.com/cat/?p=265"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click &amp;amp; Comment Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; in Cat's Blog. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114714456026501094?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://aspenleafhosting.com/cat/?page_id=271' title='Click And Comment!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114714456026501094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114714456026501094' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114714456026501094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114714456026501094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/click-and-comment.html' title='Click And Comment!'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114705823237461294</id><published>2006-05-08T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T13:36:36.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/kak-under-survillience-came.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/kak-under-survillience-came.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Please click on the picture for better effect....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady is my house maid who came here from our neighboring country, Indonesia, from the most isolated part of the country, in the forest, few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;She came here to work so that she could support her family in Indonesia. Her name was Maria but we all called her Kakak. I felt pity for her for many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered few days ago, she asked me while watching the Thomas Cup which was held in the Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Why in Japan it is night while here it's still evening?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a split second my jaws dropped, i knew it was kinda rude to do so but....~sigh~...Still i quickly put back my jaws so try to explained that the earth turns and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just can't stop thinking that they are under surveillance camera. Many of us might say, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they had to&lt;/span&gt;!" this mainly because they in this country, there dozens of case related to maids and employers. Maid tortured themselves or employers torture them or even maid trying to kill employers' children to get revenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month was her last month working in this dreaded country.&lt;br /&gt;Happy? Sad? Both, for Kakak and for myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"every human being, of whatever origin, of whatever station, deserves respect. We must each respect others even as we respect ourselves." ~ U Thant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114705823237461294?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114705823237461294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114705823237461294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114705823237461294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114705823237461294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/third-world.html' title='Third world'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114699125278448434</id><published>2006-05-07T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:48:38.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost again!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i entered the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Battle of the Blogs&lt;/span&gt; and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;lost again&lt;/span&gt;, the 2nd time, i'm currently &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;0-2&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bloody sad&lt;/span&gt; , my rank drop drastically from &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no.1738 to no. 2259, &lt;/span&gt;despite the supports from my friends...&lt;br /&gt;Damn embarrassing....&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/320/blog-rank.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my current rank...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest News!&lt;br /&gt;Finally Won one battle!&lt;br /&gt;From No 2559 to no.2557 and then from there to 1705!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahaha.....You guys might not see this but thanks to you guys who voted for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114699125278448434?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114699125278448434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114699125278448434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114699125278448434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114699125278448434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/lost-again.html' title='Lost again!'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114688983487522838</id><published>2006-05-06T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T12:30:35.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/suffering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/suffering.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally made this picture thru random filtering in Photoshop, see closely...and tell me...what do you see in this picture?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114688983487522838?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114688983487522838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114688983487522838' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114688983487522838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114688983487522838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/suffering.html' title='Suffering'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114680732751950904</id><published>2006-05-05T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:26:13.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oval Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/the-world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/the-world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flat Earth? Round Earth? Or Oval Earth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Church says that&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; the Earth is flat&lt;/span&gt;, but I know that it is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;round&lt;/span&gt;. For I have seen the shadow of the earth on the moon and I have more faith in the Shadow than in the Church." ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="extiw" title="w:Ferdinand_Magellan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferdinand_Magellan"&gt;Ferdinand Magellan&lt;/a&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114680732751950904?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114680732751950904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114680732751950904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114680732751950904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114680732751950904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/oval-universe.html' title='The Oval Universe'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114671517567152917</id><published>2006-05-04T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T12:07:22.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Past in the Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/old%20memory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/old%20memory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This building was located in my father's hometown, long ago it's used to be one of the largest bread producing factory and now...look at it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's kinda gives me a melancholic feeling of the past...and a chill down my spine of what will be come of us in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114671517567152917?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114671517567152917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114671517567152917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114671517567152917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114671517567152917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/past-in-present.html' title='the Past in the Present'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114647035302661377</id><published>2006-05-01T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T16:20:53.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Day ? Holiday !</title><content type='html'>Okay, today is &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Labour Day&lt;/span&gt; and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I am day off! As in, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;FOREVER DAY OFF&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Finally free from the &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;stingy old fox's grasp&lt;/span&gt;. Well, this explains a lot about the aftermath of my outburst about double pay on Labour Day. Still, i'm gonna give a short description of what had happened the day after i demanded double pay on Labour Day and &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;my last of Work&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; morning, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;26th of April&lt;/span&gt;. As usual, i arrived early only to find that my colleague was not there yet. I waited for approximately 10 minutes and our neighbouring outlet,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; Bolton Vision's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; employee came. Both of us had a small chat about the double pay issue along with some salary matters, and only them i knew, i &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;wasn't making up&lt;/span&gt; all these things which i said on that day about double pay in everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;"You know, part timers definitely get their pay double on Labour Day, sometimes even triple&lt;br /&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Walauweh&lt;/em&gt;, is it so? i thought i was just making thing up....hahahhahahaha..."&lt;br /&gt;"No, you're right, in my previous working place, part timers get their double pays on occasion like these, while full timers sometimes get double pays or they can have their &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;replacement holidays&lt;/span&gt;,"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, i see...."&lt;br /&gt;"By the way, you salary so low you shouldn't work at that place for so long, in here, you can just simply close your eyes and pick an outlet, the odd for you to pick an outlet with high salaries are &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;9 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;!,"&lt;br /&gt;"Really?! Guess i should be working here in the 1st place....hahahahaha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minute before 10, my colleague finally arrived, both of us had a quiet moment as we clean the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then at 10.15 a.m. sharp. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The Fox came&lt;/span&gt;. I was quite nervous when i saw him coming into his premises.&lt;br /&gt;"Jack, Good morning,"&lt;br /&gt;"Morning, Jack,"&lt;br /&gt;"Good Morning, please take the stocks out i gotta send them to the customers now,"&lt;br /&gt;And then for the next 15 minutes three of us kept ourselves busy by taking out those stocks one by one. It wasn't easy, ya know? they were heavy and kinda bulky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later, we came finally sit down on our respective chair...seeing that we had finnish what we should and he was sitting there on his chair &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;counting his money&lt;/span&gt; again, i finally opened my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;"Jack, about the Labour Day..." Again i paused, waiting for him to stopped from his counting. He lifted up his head.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, about that...i want you to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;work till 30th of April&lt;/span&gt;, is that all right?"&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha.....just as i had guest. He was stingy enough to&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; rather save those 2 ringgit &lt;/span&gt;per hour than to give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, okay, no problem,"&lt;br /&gt;"After all, i think &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;both of them could handle it just fine&lt;/span&gt;,"&lt;br /&gt;A obvious hint meaning that,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; " &lt;em&gt;i don't need you anymore you weren't as helpful as them. i rather save my money&lt;/em&gt;!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking that i think too &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;radical&lt;/span&gt; but really that's the fact. You see how stingy he can be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, yesterday Sunday, 30th of April my last in the outlet, i started my job at 1p.m. When i reached the place, i just told my colleagues&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;including SuWei&lt;/em&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; "You can take those customers anyway you like, i &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;ain't gonna serve them&lt;/span&gt;, today i'm here only to sit down and wait till times comes and get my wages, BUT i'll still help ya guys if ya guys are busy, if not, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;those customers are all yours&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For both of them , this was not a problem, in fact &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;they should be happy&lt;/span&gt; especially my other colleague&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;NOT SUWEI&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;. Long before my arrival upon this &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;war-torn land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, both of them had been &lt;em&gt;fighting&lt;/em&gt; among each other to compare who had the highest sale, either for that day or for that month. Actually SuWei &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;didn't wanna &lt;em&gt;fight&lt;/em&gt; at first&lt;/span&gt; but the guy there, i guess he likes to think he's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;too experienced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, after all he had been working in One Utama for almost a year &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;though he always change his working place. His previous working place was Bolton Vision.&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;Plus he's few years older than us.&lt;br /&gt;Like they say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;要面&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To him, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i wasn't a treat&lt;/span&gt;, i'm just a PART TIMER. Who cares anyway, it's not like i wanna join the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;battlefield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; though sometimes he really irritates me and SuWei especially when his nett sales was the higher than me&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;duh! of course&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt; and SuWei. He was &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;childish enough&lt;/span&gt; to do those kiddy actions simply just to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;irritate us.&lt;/span&gt; Yet, weird enough that &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;7 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; was SuWei had the highest nett sales for the month and the day. And on some other day, i had a customer who just barged in and said he wanted two &lt;em&gt;Elle&lt;/em&gt; luggage which totals up the sum of 1048 riggint which really irritates the my colleague who worked so hard on get the total sale of 800 ringgit plus.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i was &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;so bloody happy&lt;/span&gt; when i saw he expression, i finally got a chance to give him a taste of his own bitter medicine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, done with the side story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that whole day, i did help them serve a few customers though &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;lack of &lt;em&gt;the enthusiasm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i used to have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;i just watched those customers, too lazy to explain about those big bulky bags anyway&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt; and still manage to get a sale of 360 ringgit!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nite, the boss did came only to give us our salary. We was so shocked that our face went &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pale white. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? You guys might ask.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Because we were &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;playing Poker Cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;of course, without any bets&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; . We all knew that our boss hates people Gambling, though we are not gambling it looked like one. We &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;tried to keep the cards &lt;/span&gt;as fast as we could yet we don't know whether he did saw those decks of cards or not. If he did see it, then he must be a real good actor for hiding his expressions. After giving us our salary, he left. And then, 10 minutes later &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;we continued to play&lt;/span&gt; our games of cards.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahaha............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how i &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;ended my last day&lt;/span&gt; in that place.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's the aftermath of my story. Next time i &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;swear&lt;/span&gt;, even if i had to get a work in One Utama, i &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ain't coming back&lt;/span&gt; to that dreaded place unless he double pays me!&lt;br /&gt;Whahahahahahahahaha.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i don't feeling going back to that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hellish Abyss&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114647035302661377?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114647035302661377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114647035302661377' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114647035302661377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114647035302661377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/labour-day-holiday_01.html' title='Labour Day ? Holiday !'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114646390267277054</id><published>2006-05-01T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T14:11:44.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Between Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/hidden%20among.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/hidden%20among.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114646390267277054?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114646390267277054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114646390267277054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114646390267277054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114646390267277054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-between-nature.html' title='In Between Nature'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114589155650593576</id><published>2006-04-24T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:52:59.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LABOUR DAY ?  DOUBLE PAY !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;___________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or less and i'm gonna say &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'bye bye'&lt;/span&gt; to this miserable place of disaster filled with demanding and barbaric customers who just loves to bargain whenever they got a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay, right now, i m so happy, happy, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;! *Can't stop grinning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i just told my tall and skinny skeleton-like boss that i m gonna resign on 30th of April, this is beacuse &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;school starts on 15 of May&lt;/span&gt;, and i just had to have even more time spend on my private affairs at home, such as playing PS2 and blogging! My boss was desperate when he heard this, because he still couldn't find a suitable employee who is &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;a chinese and easily to be bullied and inmature enough to do as he said, like me&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well, serves him right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the begining of this month, I had been telling him that i had to resign at the end of this month and yet he refuses to let me go, he wanted me to work till a day before school starts! Maniac and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;inconsiderate boss&lt;/span&gt;! As 18 year old teenager, i do not know how to refuse my bosss request. i just nodded foolishly. Eventually, i had to use an excuse related to my parent, as i said to him ,&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;'My parents wants me to stop work ASAP!&lt;/span&gt;' knowing that he is an obedient son to his still alive parents, this excuse indeed work it's way to his heart, and he had to let me go. Yet, not on 30th of April but on 1st of May as my last day! &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;LABOUR DAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew that on Labour Day, many people especially the office worker dosen't work on that day, save for those who works in shopping malls. Again, feel inferior to the fact that &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;THE BOSS&lt;/span&gt;, i just nodded speechlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Monday was my shift with SuWei. This day, the boss had an interview with a Malay guy who came asking for a job few days ago. After the boss left, SuWei told me about having double pay on Labour Day, After all &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;IT IS LABOUR DAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us kept practicing to make our arguement to be convincing , we even had a scretch of what &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; might reply to rub away our arguement with ease as he usually does with other topics. We thought of everything we can to make the arguement feel right, not too shabby nor too tense for the 3 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nite, 8.29p.m., our boss came, i knew he purposely came on that minute knewing that the end of my shift was a minute away. Yet to his surpise i did not leave. Both of us had to had a word with him about our salary. As he sat down on the metal chair, i could hear &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;my heart was jumping in a rather rapid manner&lt;/span&gt;. I was waiting for SuWei to signal me so that both of us could just 'take him on' together. I waited and waited. Still she have not yet give me any signal or even a glimpse from the moment he came. Suddenly she spoke out without a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm, JacK, are you gonna double pay us on Labour Day?" She asked boldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what that stingy old fox said?&lt;br /&gt;His face slightly changed, "Double pay? Oh, &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;only those who work permanently as Full time can enjoy such thing, part time dosen't have these&lt;/span&gt;," I sighed quietly in my heart as he carried on, "still, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i will increase your salary that day though not double pay&lt;/span&gt;,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BullSh*t&lt;/span&gt;! What do you think we are?&lt;br /&gt;And then he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave SuWei a look. "Erm, SuWei...?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;"How much does he meant by, &lt;em&gt;'i will increase your salary that day though not double pay'&lt;/em&gt; ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Most probably our original salary of that current day plus 10 ringgit,"&lt;br /&gt;"What the Heck?! He &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;IS &lt;/span&gt;that stingy?! But how do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well...last time i worked on 1st of January*, he only gave me additional 10 ringgit of the total salary of that day..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*In case you haven't notice what 1st of January means, it mean that that DAY WAS A PUBLIC HOLIDAY FOR ALL WHO WORK including the people who work at the shopping mall as sales assistance.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! I ain't gonna let him do that to me!" i said with a little rage building in my heart. "I m gonna ask him to double pay us on that day!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you do it, i just did my part, now it's your turn,"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, okay then,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the boss returned. he kept himself occupied with those accounting stuff and kept counting his money and etc etc...while in my mind i was thinking of a convincing story to &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;MADE HIM DOUBLE PAY US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This time my hearts jumped even faster than the previous one. "Jack? About the double pay..." i paused while waiting for him react. He stopped, and raised up his head and looked at me. "Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;"My aunt said that on Labour Day, even part timers get double pays,"&lt;br /&gt;"Your aunt said that?" he grinned with a unconvincing look hung on his face. "Well, part timers don't get double pays, " he repeated.&lt;br /&gt;"But my aunt said that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;EVERYONE IS EQUAL&lt;/span&gt;!" i &lt;em&gt;shot&lt;/em&gt; him back a little raise in my tone. "Those who works on that day got the right to be double paid,"&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me still with that grin but now speechless. I carried on, "My family even told me that&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; if i can't get double pay on that day, then i rather stop working on 30th of April,&lt;/span&gt; then we all can have a Family day on that day,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guessing what he was thinking in his heart, after listen to what i just said, i know his heart was probably thinking, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Don't let your parents know about it then,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My mind somehow was thinking faster than usual, kept thinking and making up dozens of excuses he might say while finding a better way to encounter of what he might say, i immediately continued not wanting to give him the chance to reply, "My parent even checks on my salary voucher,"&lt;br /&gt;This time he couldn't keep quiet anymore, he asked in surpise, "&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Your parent checks your salary voucher?!&lt;/span&gt; I thought you kept your salary all by you own?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, i gave 3/4 of my salary for my parents to keep while the rest i use them whenever i pleased. Thus they had to check the salary voucher to make sure everthing is right, " seeing his face, i knew this is convincing enough but i had to add more, "&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;after all i'm a just kid who lacks of exprience while they are the one with experiences,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he was &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;really really speechless&lt;/span&gt;, while forcing himself to give me another grin.&lt;br /&gt;After that, he kept quiet the whole time while i stared SuWei for quiet Victory. Yet SuWei as if not being present to our whole conversation kept&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; ignoring me the whole time&lt;/span&gt;. I was a little confused with her actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10.04p.m. both of us left the outlet and headed for the entrance, only then, she showed her excitement to what i had just done an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are Damn &lt;em&gt;yong&lt;/em&gt;(brave) speaking to Jack like that," she said while grinning. "I never expect you to &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shot&lt;/em&gt; that mercilessly&lt;/span&gt; at him, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;DAMN STRAIGHT FORWARD&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" Only then i realise i did something really brave in my whole career as the luaguage bag outlet sales assistance. "Well, i just said what i could think of, though there are are some parts of stories are false but they are based on what my family said to me," (or rather nguam).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*For your information, my family always ask me to resign after learning how terrible my boss is, they kept asking me to demand the boss to increase my salary since i'm just a part time who can always come and go as boss wishes me( so he can save his money on my salary). My salary was based on 4 ringgit per hour, both me and SuWei dosen't have a basic Salary like the other full timers.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't you see how he face looks like when you &lt;em&gt;shot &lt;/em&gt;him?"&lt;br /&gt;"Erm , i think so... i was too occupied to think of a&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; powerful story to convince&lt;/span&gt; him..."&lt;br /&gt;"He can only force himself to smile!" she smiled even happier. "I never thought you would be so &lt;em&gt;yong&lt;/em&gt;(brave) to do so,"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;?! I guess this is&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; my 1st time being so brave&lt;/span&gt; in my whole career as &lt;em&gt;his weak and powerless employee&lt;/em&gt;, Hahaha..." both of us laughed while we waved each other good byes as we parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Grinned as i walked towards the entrance as i waited inpatiently for my father to fetch me. I just couldn't wait to tell them what i just did at my &lt;em&gt;office&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too shabby ey?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114589155650593576?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114589155650593576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114589155650593576' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114589155650593576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114589155650593576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/04/labour-day-double-pay.html' title='LABOUR DAY ?  DOUBLE PAY !'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114576421802818762</id><published>2006-04-23T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:48:55.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Majilis Anugerah Cemerlang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, i went back to our former school and my soon to be school, Catholic High SChool, to attend the Majilis Anugerah Cemerlang. SO here some picturs i tookthough i know they seem to be unrelated to the ANugerah Cemerlang.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahaa...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_____________________________ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_1852.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_1852.1.jpg" width="398" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A beautiful morning with a fresh start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_1856.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_1856.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The PaiSeh SuFen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_1859.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_1859.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friends of the Bomba Society fooling around while waiting for the the guests of honous to arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_1858.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_1858.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still fooling aroung....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_1877.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_1877.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In side the aircond hall... can you see Pn. Lim Ser Kian Standing in the middle? I guess she's still in charge like the previous year...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_1882.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_1882.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_1882.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of the few of our former classmates of the 5P1 who "give face' to the school and attended the boring majilis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i didn't take much stuffs huh? Who cares! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahahahahahaha.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114576421802818762?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114576421802818762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114576421802818762' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114576421802818762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114576421802818762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/04/majilis-anugerah-cemerlang_23.html' title='Majilis Anugerah Cemerlang'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114562326015406883</id><published>2006-04-21T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T20:45:13.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN</title><content type='html'>Headache, headache, headache....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having a not so few headaches....&lt;br /&gt;Firstly and foremost, i wanted to go for Someone's Birthday Partyon this Sunday. She had all things prepared and the food was all free. It was a Buffet and you can eat all you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So DAMN good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and this Saturday, it is Majilis Anugerah Cemerlang Day, i had to go to school. After that i have a Evening Mass. So because of these 2 main reasons, i tried to ask 2 day off from my boss. My boss accpet my excuses, which were, "I had to go back to school to settle some affiars concerning with my studies in form6,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Liar....i know...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he let me day off on Saturday and Sunday,which i thought he did and i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sigh..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only lets me day off on Saturday and on Sunday i had to come to work for half a day. PLus on Sunday, he and his whole family are going to Genting for a Family day (GO TO H*LL) while SuWei gotta go to Negeri Sembilan to check on her Matriculation School(or is it college? Whatever...). He lagi not gonna let me had a day off on Sunday, only one fella jaga the shop. He wanted me to come to work at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~$%&amp;$%#&amp;amp;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak....how wor?&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go to her birthday party....but from Midvalley to One Utama....the problem is the transport...i have no car nor a driver to send. I wanted to ask the boss about the taxi fee....but i have not guts to do so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my family members about my problems, and they told me,"Aiyoh so mafun(troublesome), resign lar, it's your lose you don't go to your friend party. Don't work also nevermind, it's not like you insufficient of money anyway,"&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually i'm not. I just wanted to have money for my savings....and my action figures....&lt;br /&gt;Damn what should i do......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently the best solution is to ask taxi fee from my boss...if he so damn kedekut and don't wanna give, well, i ain't gonna be service for him that long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, but i already told My Friend that i am not going......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~#$&amp;$%#%$&amp;amp;*#*#$#$~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114562326015406883?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114562326015406883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114562326015406883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114562326015406883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114562326015406883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/04/damn.html' title='DAMN'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114541227247971475</id><published>2006-04-19T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:47:27.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over The Border</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_0500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114541227247971475?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114541227247971475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114541227247971475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114541227247971475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114541227247971475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/04/over-border.html' title='Over The Border'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114535613726965675</id><published>2006-04-18T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T18:29:07.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected</title><content type='html'>Feel rejected because of being different or is it because he rejected himself?&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;Here, many of them have happy family, warm and nice and always there to share with others of what they have...a life he once has...he thought. Now, he could no longer feel the warmth that he once felt but as a stranger to those he live side by side.&lt;br /&gt;What is family anyway?&lt;br /&gt;He's too lazy to seek for the answer now. He had given up hope of seeking the answers in his 'family'.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to share too, but they would never have the patience nor the time to listen or show any enthusiasm in anything he talked about. His interest are far different beyond their own. He tried to merge himself with they interest but was futile. He can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Simply because it was not his interest.&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't they bend themselves into his? Or show the slightest interest in it?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;He could just tell them what he hope from them. Again, he couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Human are selfish and always hope that others would understand his thought without saying it. He wanted to 'jaga' his 'face'. For him pride is another essential things in his life, as a human and as the older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt alone, all alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is he?&lt;br /&gt;There someone there in his family that cares for him, someone much other than his parents. His grandma. He realise this long ago, yet, he never had the patient to talk to her. THe elders...they can be real annoying sometimes...this is why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appriciate with what you have, a sentence that always popped up from nowhere whenever he is in a deep thought, but he somehow could never see and understand the sentence properly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will he awake from his self created nightmare?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114535613726965675?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114535613726965675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114535613726965675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114535613726965675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114535613726965675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/04/rejected.html' title='Rejected'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114511519886679356</id><published>2006-04-15T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:34:28.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled: Between death and Resurrection</title><content type='html'>Today....&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing to say except that today is the second day after Jesus Death and the day after Good friday. Well, today, i finished my work early and went to church at 6. Normally, i would just go for Sunday Mass but...i hate crowded places which tomorrow is exactly real Crowded cause it's the begining Easther... in another word the day Jesus Resurrected...&lt;br /&gt;Well, i ain't a good catholic if you don't know what's all those things go WikiPedia and check.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's late night already, i gotta go now. Chao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114511519886679356?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114511519886679356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114511519886679356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114511519886679356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114511519886679356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/04/untitled-between-death-and.html' title='Untitled: Between death and Resurrection'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114484076588578813</id><published>2006-04-12T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:46:15.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hierachy of the Cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_0612.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_0612.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114484076588578813?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114484076588578813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114484076588578813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114484076588578813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114484076588578813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/04/hierachy-of-cycle.html' title='Hierachy of the Cycle'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114454993985027836</id><published>2006-04-09T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T10:32:20.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_0581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_0581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Don't know why, i just love taking pictures as long it gotta do with the sky or rather clouds...maybe because their shape are never the same...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they were as if streching their red-orange hands out to the blue area....wanting to grasp this new unfamiliar colour in their hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Took this pic while the car was moving on the North south Highway(obviously), see the trees? They are quite blur...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~lol~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114454993985027836?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114454993985027836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114454993985027836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114454993985027836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114454993985027836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/04/reaching-out.html' title='Reaching out'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114440675073824569</id><published>2006-04-07T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T18:45:51.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Return</title><content type='html'>A week ago i received a letter from our former school, Catholic High School. It was about the Majilis Anugerah Cermelang thingy, i was invited to attend the Majilis, so i was thinking who was invited too? And are you guys gonna come?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114440675073824569?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114440675073824569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114440675073824569' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114440675073824569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114440675073824569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/04/letter-to-return.html' title='Letter to Return'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114437589558690692</id><published>2006-04-07T10:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T10:11:35.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another letter to Mr. Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Somewhere out of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;05 April 2006 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Guilt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww....Leaving already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were enjoying your stay for these past few days...and now you're leaving without leaving a Good Bye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax Mr. Guilt, GO IN PEACE, we won't be missing you now that SHE's back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to to write a letter to us(including the other residents in my heart) when you found another nice dwelling place, *Hmm...wonder who will be the next victim....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bye.....Mr Guilt! Hope that i won't be seeing you soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Yours Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;HanFei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114437589558690692?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114437589558690692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114437589558690692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114437589558690692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114437589558690692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-letter-to-mr-guilt.html' title='Another letter to Mr. Guilt'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114421067767806287</id><published>2006-04-05T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:21:46.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to Mr Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Somewhere in my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;   05 April 2006             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear Mr. Guilt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 Days now you resides in my heart along with a large portion of it causing other residents to lack of sufficient space in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that you are quite enjoying your stay here, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;And even often appreared in my dreams as the main Character giving nothing but nightmares....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~lOl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other residents too had been complaining about you lack of disiplinary behavior...And one of them had left my heart due to you inresponsible actions...and now i really need her real badly, where had she been?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Mr. Guilt, when will you leave?&lt;br /&gt;I know that she will not return as long as you're here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Mr. Guilt, i beg of you...PLEASE LEAVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Yours Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;HanFei          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114421067767806287?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114421067767806287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114421067767806287' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114421067767806287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114421067767806287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/04/letter-to-mr-guilt.html' title='A letter to Mr Guilt'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114407551700791885</id><published>2006-04-03T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:47:57.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry!</title><content type='html'>I did something real stupid today...&lt;br /&gt;I did something stupid enough to give SuWei a real big trouble...&lt;br /&gt;I know i must write it down, hoping that guilt would just vanish. No, at least lighten my burden of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm real useless.....&lt;br /&gt;I feel like killing myself right now...Commiting suicide? No, i'm too coward to do so...&lt;br /&gt;I had not have this feeling for a real long time and i already forgotten what it's like to feel guilty...&lt;br /&gt;Today, i finally remember how...&lt;br /&gt;And i don't think i gonna have a good nite tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise and i broke it, i know tomorrow SuWei's might be facing a real awkward situaction not to mention along with another friend of ours.... in our working place...and i'm not there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP...this guilt is killing me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is my brain so easily shortcircut?! Why i can't remember?! Why am i too hastily to get what i want?! Why am i a useless fella?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuWei, i know you won't have the time to read this stupid post and you might never will....still i gotta say something,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I'm SORRY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this guilt hasn't lighten abit even after i wrote this thing.....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114407551700791885?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114407551700791885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114407551700791885' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114407551700791885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114407551700791885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry!'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114390286641671584</id><published>2006-04-01T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:33:22.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iced Feather II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/xanga.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/xanga.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just created another blog in Xanga....&lt;br /&gt;I know this is stupid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway please at least say hi to my new child 'Iced Feather II'....i think this is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;more like a short dairy&lt;/span&gt; of mine compare to this blog ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/HanFei/"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/HanFei/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114390286641671584?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.xanga.com/HanFei' title='Iced Feather II'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114390286641671584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114390286641671584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114390286641671584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114390286641671584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/04/iced-feather-ii.html' title='Iced Feather II'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114385758729812259</id><published>2006-04-01T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:04:37.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fled Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_0518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another picture i took it from my house but then this time is not from the back of my house instead it's the front of my house(left) during SunRise.  ~Contrast lOl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gave me a feeling like a bunch of souls(which obviously are the clouds) were fleeing away from the not so tall building. Escaping....from the dreaded curse which bestow on them. As if they were locked in the building for a long time....&lt;br /&gt;And now finally they ARE FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I guess i think to much lOl...Hahahahahaha......~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114385758729812259?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114385758729812259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114385758729812259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114385758729812259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114385758729812259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/04/fled-souls.html' title='Fled Souls'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114380377233599207</id><published>2006-03-31T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T19:16:12.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingom Hearts 2 (Jap) ShowDown of Fate 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spoiler Warning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Do not watch if you don't intend to be SPOILED!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgGEwcRG7Ro" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me also know that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;'m a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lunatic&lt;/span&gt; fan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; final fantasy vii series, despite the they speak in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't understand&lt;/span&gt;, i still got the Kingdom Hearts 2 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; version, just to see THE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FINAL FANTASY VII&lt;/span&gt; CREW, yet , i couldn't beat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sephiroth&lt;/span&gt; to open a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt; scene which shows the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;battle&lt;/span&gt; between Cloud and Sephiroth (plus Tifa?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; damn breath-taking &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;scene&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o th&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;se &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;inal &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;antasy &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maniac&lt;/span&gt; out there, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disclaimer: i don't own this Video i just found it on YouTube.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_____________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, by the way, Kingdom Hearts 2 (Eng Ver) is coming out soon in this country about a week or two!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114380377233599207?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgGEwcRG7Ro&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=134A5660BB18A1E9&amp;index=0' title='Kingom Hearts 2 (Jap) ShowDown of Fate 2'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114380377233599207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114380377233599207' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114380377233599207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114380377233599207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/03/kingom-hearts-2-jap-showdown-of-fate-2_31.html' title='Kingom Hearts 2 (Jap) ShowDown of Fate 2'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114360702872043010</id><published>2006-03-29T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:52:02.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helped LiMjIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/limblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/limblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Dude's BLOG in Motion!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i just helped LiangJie with his blog problems, and now his blog looks NORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Finally~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, i had some hard time dealing with his blog, i just couldn't figure out why his blog is so ABnormal with his sidebar below his posts compared to others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Don't be angry....LimJie, just being honest...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew after some time, his blog is CooL again, so you guys....go and give the LimJie DuDe a visit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_____________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LiMJiE's SITE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://limjie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://limjie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114360702872043010?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://limjie.blogspot.com/' title='Helped LiMjIE'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114360702872043010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114360702872043010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114360702872043010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114360702872043010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/03/helped-limjie.html' title='Helped LiMjIE'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114353847461688081</id><published>2006-03-28T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:17:16.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_0394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boredom... what does that means to the elders?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another boring day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; boring &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;boring &lt;/span&gt;boring boring boring boring Boring boring boring boring boring &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; boring &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;boring &lt;/span&gt;boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; boring&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; boring&lt;/span&gt; boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;boring boring &lt;/span&gt;boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; 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boring &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; boring &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;boring boring&lt;/span&gt; boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;boring &lt;/span&gt;boring boring boring boring ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;..BORED...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Phew, wasted some time on this lame Post.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114353847461688081?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114353847461688081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114353847461688081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114353847461688081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114353847461688081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/03/bored.html' title='BORED'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114329576520337943</id><published>2006-03-25T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:09:25.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My SisTer at 2(?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister at 2(?)! Her Naked Photo! Sorry, i just can't resisit to put this CUTE photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Cute Ler!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114329576520337943?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114329576520337943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114329576520337943' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114329576520337943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114329576520337943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-sister-at-2.html' title='My SisTer at 2(?)'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114312051955906341</id><published>2006-03-23T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:58:11.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SunSet: FeeL It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/sunset.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/sunset.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture from the back of my house during a random SunSet, i know it's nothing much, just to let you know that, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ven if you're at home, there's still something beautiful waiting for you to explore, you don't have to go outside the world(such as travelling) to feel and experience it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;There's something money can't buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114312051955906341?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114312051955906341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114312051955906341' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114312051955906341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114312051955906341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunset-feel-it.html' title='SunSet: FeeL It'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114257650202478301</id><published>2006-03-17T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T13:58:18.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Go (Self Version) Part 5</title><content type='html'>Okay, i hope i can finish the story in this post, i'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; real &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;tired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt; this thing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; and on and on. Plus i got a job to do, SuWei's gone for holiday and i gotta &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;replace&lt;/span&gt; her &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;temporary full time sales assistant&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Not having enough sleep&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first day working in Travel Style, i had trouble finding the tiny outlet. Anyway, i finally gotta see SuWei after 3 months isolation in home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a amateur I was a total blur queen not knowing what to do. SuWei did most of the things such as cleaning and dealing with the Customers. Luckily, Monday is a slow and quiet day in One Utama Shopping Mall. I don't have much trouble there though i also didn't learn much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning the shop, SuWei and i started a conversation about PP. And Then , i realized. Not 99% of what he said to me in untrue, instead 99.99999999% is UNTRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What The Heck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that i once wrote that PP told me that he had working in this outlet for a few weeks, his salary was RM1500 and even Datin came? All those were Lies, just pure Lies. He just started working in that outlet since Tuesday, he was just a amateur, how could boss gave him so much even Suwei only gets Rm1100 per month! And he worked there for MONTHS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BuLL SHiT!&lt;br /&gt;(For more Refer &lt;a href="http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/02/let-go-self-version-part-3_28.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more we chat about him the luckier and angrier i felt, I felt lucky cause i didn't agree to be his IGNORANT GIRL FRIEND, i felt angry cause, only 0.00000001% of what he said was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NooN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours of total daydreaming and talking crap, a middle age guy carrying a worn out backpack holding a newspaper came into our outlet. At 1st, he looked suspicious (the 1st impression he gave was he's a SAMSENG), he kept asking things about PP, SuWei and I just gave each other a glare not sure what should we reply to him. Fearing that this could mean big trouble to ourselves and the outlet, we gathered our courage and asked him, "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held out a card with him name on it along with a One Utama Logo on in. "i'm the Head Security of this Shopping Mall. I received some reports about PP showing up in this Place, and i heard that he was working here, so i came to check."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you wanna check on him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I received many reports about him kept borrowing money from staffs in this Mall. And he even made false reports about him being robbed in this mall."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, i see,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anway do you have his phone number?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, we have but the number connects to his father not him,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hmm....i see, does he ever appears in this area again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"as far as we know, No"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".............thanks anyway,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting the let go the chance to claim back my money and umbrella, i quick called a halt to the guy and told him all about my experience with PP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm... i see, ok then if we had any news about him we'll call you," and then he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us stared at each other for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..................."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..................."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, that Head of Security camme again. This time with a news about PP. "We finally caught that boy,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Hhat was fast, how you did it?" i asked out of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I has my own way, " he grinned with confidence and secrecy. "Anyway, i would like you to come and gave us a simple report about how he cheated on you, so i 'm here to bring you to our office,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Really? Yoou guys has a office here in One Utama?" SuWei gave me a look. I know i sounded like a kampung girl, but i can't help it, i never knew that they HAD A OFFICE, and i never see it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahahahaha.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that guy brought me to the office and then i realised, taht their office was located in the Old Wing at the 4th floor. Oh I see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to type some sort of password in order to enter the office. Whoa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the office, i saw that DREADED PP looking so ever 'innocent' just like that 1st time i saw him sitting on a chair facing a guy ( i asumed him as a security) with him big head boweddown. As i entered the office, he looked surpised as he saw me. I immdiately gave him a 鬼脸.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There approximatedly 5 securites in that office. They made fun of him as they saw me, "What? You even cheated a girl? Whoa, what a guy you are!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahahahaha........." they laughed. PP bowed his head even lower than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PADAN MUKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Head of security then handed a piece of paper for me to file my report and then i thought of something, "erm , excuse me mister, i wasn't being cheated in this mall, but in Sunway Pyramid, so can i just writing it down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stared at me for like a minute, ".......... nevermind, just write it down,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay...." I know i'm stupid. Laugh lar if you felt like laughing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 minutes of struggling how to write the report, i finally finished it. DAMN, this report is much easier than what i learnt in school....why do we learn those troubling report format for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the topic, the head then satrted to escort me back to my working place. Before leaving i managed to gave PP another 鬼脸. He just stared at me as i left the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICTORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like i just gave him a hard stab in his chest. Happy, Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i just went back to my outlet and told everthing about SuWei. That was the last time i see that IDIOTIC JERK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still i could get him off my mind as i was wondering about what his 'punishment' might be....&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HanFei?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Go AWAY!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let me explain, I DIDN'T DO IT, and for that i was jailed for 2 days&lt;/em&gt;,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha, like i believe him. Do i looked like an idiot or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAILED? Go To HeLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah righT, anyway, i don't wanna talk to you anymore so...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GO AWAY" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO AWAY" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO AWAY" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO AWAY" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO AWAY" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO AWAY" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO AWAY"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO AWAY"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO AWAY"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO AWAY"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO AWAY"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO AWAY"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO AWAY"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO AWAY"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO AWAY"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO AWAY"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO AWAY"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO AWAY"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i mmediately i blocked him. Jerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Fun! So this is how rejecting a guy feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i talked to him no more. Yet , i did not delete his address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;Cause i forgotten about it until a week later....i accidentally saw his contact in my MSN, and you know what his nich name was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"~I had no one with me, i lost everything including 3 of my girl friends~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? He's a total jerk!&lt;br /&gt;This prompted me not to delete his contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few a days ago, i saw his new nickname, it was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"~Me myself and Kei Kei~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember last time when he asked me to be his girlfriend his nickname was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"~Me myself, God and HanFei~"&lt;/em&gt; (cause he knew that i was a christian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa....&lt;br /&gt;He is sure fast to get another GIRLFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder who is the new victim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i went online, again. His nickname is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"~I love you Kei Kei~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all hope that the girl won't be cheated like i was. And Hopefully he won't cheated her till she have S*X with him.... I can't bear to imagine her doing that with him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly he's really really an not GOOD LOOKING GUY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives me the chills.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cross my hand and prays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span color="#ccccff" size="5"&gt;Yeay&lt;/span&gt;, I finally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt;. I can finally &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and Blog &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;in peace&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;But i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ain't gonna put his pic&lt;/span&gt; in this post &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Beg me&lt;/span&gt; and i'll post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting anxiously for your comments, again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114257650202478301?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114257650202478301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114257650202478301' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114257650202478301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114257650202478301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/03/let-go-self-version-part-5.html' title='Let Go (Self Version) Part 5'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114246664950009923</id><published>2006-03-16T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T07:50:49.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Hill the Movie Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5mT5LhbRJw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this trailer's run time is 2.30 minutes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Silent Hill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;trailers&lt;/span&gt; which has &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; been &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in our &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;local&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ele&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ision, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Unfair! Why is our country a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;w&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he las&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; such stuff&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt; Judging by this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;trailer, i know there gonna be a hell of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; stuff &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Silent Hill&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;originally&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;game&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;esident &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;vil the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Movies&lt;/span&gt;, they were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;taken &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; horror-survival &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;games&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and transformed &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Movies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I ain't gonna explianed, "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Silent Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?" if you&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; the T&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;le, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the game! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;'s a CooL game with those Nice atmoshpere and great songs, still not as great as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fatal Frame series&lt;/span&gt; especially &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fatal Frame II Crimson Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;....my fave!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wonder &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; will &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Silent Hill&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Movie&lt;/span&gt; be released &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;to our &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;local&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;theater....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;_____________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Disclaimer: This video does not belongs to me, i just found in on &lt;a href="http://youtube.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by a user on site called &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/profile?user=pyramidhead86"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pyramidhead86&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;_______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guys, real sorry for not updating my story, i really really don't have the time....i gotta work seven days a week from 10 morning to 10 night so tired man...so i just put this video to you guys entertain while waiting for the story.&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/22140418-114246664950009923?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://youtube.com/watch?v=f5mT5LhbRJw' title='Silent Hill the Movie Trailer'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114246664950009923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114246664950009923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114246664950009923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114246664950009923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/03/silent-hill-movie-trailer_16.html' title='Silent Hill the Movie Trailer'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114226359570700080</id><published>2006-03-13T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:50:02.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfied....?</title><content type='html'>Finally my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; results are out.....&lt;br /&gt;And i am supposed to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.............but then, maybe &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know............&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;mixed&lt;/span&gt; even till now, that's why i decided to jot my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt; down.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;grateful &lt;/span&gt;to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt; that He gave me a good result, at the same time, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt; satisfied&lt;/span&gt; with it...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Greedy?&lt;/span&gt; Maybe i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;THE LORD&lt;/span&gt; FOR &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;HIS GRACE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;It's just only about myself.....what does it matter to others?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha.................silly me..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ay, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Congrats &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;those who are satisfied with their results or passed their exam with FLYING COLOURS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114226359570700080?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114226359570700080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114226359570700080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114226359570700080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114226359570700080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/03/satisfied.html' title='Satisfied....?'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114196869075349901</id><published>2006-03-10T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:36:10.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged?!</title><content type='html'>I have been "tagged"?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, man, i just being tagged by Erin.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i be doing this, i wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way it works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock the top name off the list below. Add yours to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YummyBrainGravy&lt;br /&gt;Ann Spam&lt;br /&gt;Kalium Hidroksida&lt;br /&gt;step into my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Colours, Thoughts and Life&lt;br /&gt;Iced Feather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether you guys have the time...but 'What the hecK?" i'm still gonna tagged you guys......hahahahahaha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag five people:&lt;br /&gt;1) ShengKai&lt;br /&gt;2) SuFen&lt;br /&gt;3) YouHeng&lt;br /&gt;4) Darrens?&lt;br /&gt;5) SuWei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna do this even your names isn't here, that's fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Just joking, it's nice for you to pass this chain on and on!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;1996...second year in primary...erm...i remember this was the year where i started getting real lazy....hahahahahaha..lazy to do my hamework and often asked my younger sisters to help me in the last minutes....&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Lazy? yes, i 'm.&lt;br /&gt;Evil? Yes again!&lt;br /&gt;That time my class teacher had a real weird punishment to those who doesn't do or hand in their homework, !st she would caned us for like 5 times, that our names would be written on the side of the black board for the whole day, letting others in class to see that 'WE'RE the LAZY ONES!'&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's not like this is useful, i kept on like till i'm standard 6....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing a year ago?&lt;br /&gt;A year ago... Early last year. I was having fun! I was spend like 4 hours a day in front of the com. Was the president of Japanese language society, sub eic of ed board, erm..... and i'm in consumer club and some other clubs... Lousy person though... Compared to form 4, i spent more time studying than being active in clubs. February 26th 2005 8.49pm, perhaps doing homework or watching tv at my cozy home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks you would enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't the money to indulge myself in such luxurious and classy snacks like someone i knew....so mine would be a cheap yet tasty(at least for me) snacks.&lt;br /&gt;1) Tictac(orange flavour ony)&lt;br /&gt;2) Ice-Cream&lt;br /&gt;3) Yogurts(as tasty as Ice-cream yet not as high calori as Ice-cream)&lt;br /&gt;4) twisties(?)&lt;br /&gt;5) erm.....anything will do, i'm not a picky fella....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 songs to which you know all the words:&lt;br /&gt;Erm...currently i'm not obsess with songs that have words....hahahahahaa........instead, i'm more into intrumental musics and more specified...GAMES SONGS! STill there some games songs that have words, and i guess i have to write it down ya?&lt;br /&gt;LoL....Kingdom Hearts=Simple and Clean, Sephiroth'theme(?)=One winged Angel, Fatal Frame II=Chou, Fatal Frame III=Koe, and one more......erm.....Kingdom Hearts II=keep tryin'!&lt;br /&gt;~What the Heck?~ all game songs? Duh, i'm a game lunatic! Hahahahahaha..........it is not a sin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you would do if you were a millionaire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Sponsor myself to study in a universty which specialised in Game Design!&lt;br /&gt;2)Sponsor my family to travel all around the world(donno whether million is enough or not....)&lt;br /&gt;3) Travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;4) open a company(?)&lt;br /&gt;5) Moved into a big mansion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Bad habits&lt;br /&gt;1)DayDreaming&lt;br /&gt;2)Plays ps2 for more than 10 hours...LoL&lt;br /&gt;3) Love stares at my blog for an hour without doing anything&lt;br /&gt;4) Teasing people....sorry, can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;5) talks without thinking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you would enjoy doing&lt;br /&gt;1)Playing ps2&lt;br /&gt;2)Blogging&lt;br /&gt;3)going back to shool again and study and learn new interestring stuff.... of course without homeworks....&lt;br /&gt;4)Keeping in touch with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;5)Travel to differet parts of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you would not wear again.&lt;br /&gt;Again = wore it before&lt;br /&gt;1) Old socks.&lt;br /&gt;2) Men undergarments&lt;br /&gt;3) erm...&lt;br /&gt;4) erm...&lt;br /&gt;5) erm...&lt;br /&gt;Donno lar....*shrugs* ...don't care....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favourite toys&lt;br /&gt;1) My ps2! (it's so damn sweat to play ps2 games! They rocks!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Erm....My computer?&lt;br /&gt;3) My cousin's Ps1&lt;br /&gt;4) My cousin's GameBoy XP&lt;br /&gt;5) My Newly brought HandPhone(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew...finally done with this crap......&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha..............see this Erin? I finish this post !&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114196869075349901?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114196869075349901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114196869075349901' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114196869075349901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114196869075349901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/03/tagged.html' title='Tagged?!'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114186082712603629</id><published>2006-03-09T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T07:33:47.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJYNVIMlKMQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this video on &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;. I know due to some reasons, people here might tend to think it as PORN stuff, but it is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;HORNY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt; think it as something &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Funny&lt;/span&gt; which i just wanna share, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Disclaminer: This video dosen't belong to me but from a user in YouTube named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/profile?user=lats4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;lats4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&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/22140418-114186082712603629?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://youtube.com/watch?v=RJYNVIMlKMQ' title='Untitled'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114186082712603629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114186082712603629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114186082712603629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114186082712603629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/03/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114171370152263838</id><published>2006-03-07T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:58:22.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Go (self Version) part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt; guys, i promised some of you that i'll &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;whole story&lt;/span&gt; in part3 but well, i guess i like to put to many descriptive words into my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahaha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sit down and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; this&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shocking(?) background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about PP Teoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been more than 34 hours since i last heard from PP Teoh. He no longer online nor (thank God) or call me. Well, it's not like he has ever call me using my house phone nor my sister handphone when we not 'dating'(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, at least he was out of my dreams and sight. I was again blogging with Iced Feather and then, SuWei called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi HanFei, so how is PP?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm...." i stammered while trying to find the right words to reply her, after all she was the one who introduced PP to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nevermind this 1st, i got something important to tell ya,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? What is it?" i asked while my mind had another thought, PP did something stupid after i told him about my feelings? Such as commited sucide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha...he wouldn't do that. Just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It about PP..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! Don't tell me it's true he really .......This stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard that he was being robbed while playing in the One Utama Shopping Mall's arcade along with a girl...and i thought the girl might be you, so i call you to have a check."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" Ceh, it wasn't that serious as i thought it would be. Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...how is he?" "I don't know, but i heard that the girl with him had suffered some bone break while they were struggling with the robbers,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh i see," Luckily it wasn't me. Suddenly i felt that i was clever enough to refuse to go with him that often. Actually, after that friday, i do not have any intention to go out with him any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So that's all?" I asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's one more thing i wanted to ask you,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?" "Currently you're not working right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, so?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So my boss wanted me to ask you whther you want to work there with me as part time sales assistant?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? What about PP? I thought he's working there...." i was half surpised and half happy that i finally gonna get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it seems that he dosen't wanna work there anymore, so....how? Do you want it or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course i want!" I exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So... when do i start working?" I don't need interview to have a job, lucky me. As you can see, i really suck at interview, i never pass an interview in my whole life including my life in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Monday,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa, so fast?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, PP's no longer here, we don't have enough people to guard the shop," "Okay ,okay, then...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, then it's settled, bye HanFei,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, sure. Good Nite, SuWei," And then , i back to my blog. I couldn't stop hoping that PP would online, just for this time. Maybe because i thought i could get some juicy stories about him being robbed, again. (I know i'm evil, but hey, he's a total jerk. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i thought about the inccident PP being robbed, the more i felt like taking back all my stuff which i lended to him few days ago which was my RM25(plus XianLong money RM10) and my expandable tiny umbrella which i always bring along whenever i'm out. I know it's not right to ask things back from him after he had been throught that incident. But hey, what the heck, he's not a safe fella. Better cut off the string before it gets too messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having some inner conflict amongst myself, i decided to call SuWei to get his phone number. After getting his number i immediately phoned him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here there brief of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello," a voice in the other end replied politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, i recognised that owner voice. It was PP's voice. Just wanting get my stuff back before i start my work, i instantly get strainght to the point. "PP, it's me HanFei, give me back my money and umbrella."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, who are you?" What the heck?! Trying act stupid, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop acting-lar, i know it's you PP, we just met on Friday. Don't tell me you lost your memory. Look, i just want my stuff back, that's all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You said, i met you on Friday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duh!" the more i talked to this fella the angrier i got. Was he an idiot or something, i felt like shouting at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient....patient patient, i said to myself, after getting my stuff back, i ain't gonna talk to this jerk anymore and forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but....." "But what?!" i shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Mr. Teoh," sheesh, i already knew that, PP told me that he's a Teoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a Teo too!!!" , idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, i mean, I AM MR. TEOH, PP's father,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," OMG. I just embrarassed myself in front of somebody's father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SO you said that you went out with him last Friday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, and that's when i lended him my umbrella...." i replied softly still haunted by shame i just myself unto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm, after this did he ever call you again? or goes out with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope, after this i never see him again," now i felt like being questioned by a officer or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, why do you go out with him on Friday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What the heck?! Dosen't he know? Oh yeah, PP once said that his parents don't know about all this, but then how am i gonna tell him about our 'date'? ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Why i go out with him? Erm...." i paused while searching for the right sentence to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SO?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm, he just ask me to go out with him so....i just go out with him," i don't think that's consider as a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I see..." he stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you asking these?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you see, PP didn't come home since 4 days ago, "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which means since thursday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah thursday, that's why i was curious when you mentioned going out with him on Friday,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does this means that he ran away from home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, he often does that,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...." so he wasn't that innocent as he seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and he often lies about many things.....even to us, his parents and there's many things that he dosen't share with us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Does that means that what he said to me the other day was 80%lies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you have any news about him please call me, you see, as his parent's we are trying to help him, so...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, sure i'll,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, why does he ran away from home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't know that why we need to find him and try our best to help him,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh..." so this another family problem senario, and i was stupid enough to get invovled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "so...if you have any news about him ,please call us, i'll give my phone along with my wife's, the number is 012-XXXXXXX and 016-XXXXXXX,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh okay..." this is real weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so , remember if you somehow come in contact with him please call these numbers and don't tell him that you had talked to me before," what sort of family have i got myself into? Don't ell him that i talked to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, real weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"because we are his parents and we're trying to help him..." this was the second time he repeated this sentence, dosen't he realise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok...well, there's one rumor about him which i heard from my friend who works with him....IT'S A RUMOR which i'm uncertain about," i emphasized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what is it?" he asked. So i just told everything i heard from SuWei about the robbery inccident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, i see, thank you for the info," he paused for awhile the moment later he start asking weird questions too, "so did you ever do something like him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh?" i was kinda confused with his question. Do something like him? What is he talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean you do ever ran away from home?" WHAT THE HECK?! Ok, this getting real creepy, why would i ran away from home? Hey, Mr. Teoh, use your brain and think-lar, even if i used to be your son's friend, not all his friends are as sick as your son-lar (though i had an impression that 90% of his friends are real sicko), give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ran away from home? Of course i wouldn't," i answered in a polite manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like father like son, loves asking weird questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see, you are mature enough to think all by yourself, unlike my son keep doing stupid stuff like ran away from home, he can't even judge what is right and what is wrong," Hahahahahaha........like i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so if there's anything about him, tell call us, oh yeah, we will be out station starting next Tuesday, so if you got any info about him or somehow come in contact with him, please call my friend, his number is 017-XXXXXXX,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh okay..." now i got 3 unknown phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You remember to call either one of us, as his parents we're trying to help him," if you haven't notice , Mr. Teoh, this is the 3rd time you repeat this sentence already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, sure," i wanted to hang up the phone, but this man was too persistant, he kept repeating the some sentences again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Help!~my heart screamed in agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, if i have any info about him i'll call either one of these number, right?" acting as if i was concerned, yeah, i was concerned awhile ago until i knew the fact that PP IS A LIAR! "Right,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, erm....."i paused. "Can i hang this phone now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, sure, sure sorry to bother you, thanks a lot, remember to call one of us, when you come inconatct with him," Yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, what have i gotten myself into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SUCH AN IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Shocking?&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Not so shocking&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.....you'll know the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;aftermath&lt;/span&gt; ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;could finish&lt;/span&gt; this story in part 4 it seems that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;i can't&lt;/span&gt;. And i'm getting &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;sorta lazy&lt;/span&gt; to continue this story....i should just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;stop here&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the whole thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;part 5&lt;/span&gt; is gonna be the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;finale of this story&lt;/span&gt;. (or maybe &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;part6....?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;So please do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bear with me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114171370152263838?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114171370152263838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114171370152263838' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114171370152263838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114171370152263838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/03/let-go-self-version-part-4.html' title='Let Go (self Version) part 4'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114136761562658630</id><published>2006-03-03T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:41:10.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross or Light?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/320/cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made this image out of boredom awhile ago by just filtering. So i wanted to ask you guys out there, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what do you see in this image?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Wanna know i see in this image?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Then highlight this whole post, maybe you can read what i see in this picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I saw as if i was in a neverending tunnel keep pacing forward. And then i saw a cross at the other end of the tunnel waiting for me to reach it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;_______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope is the best possession. None are completely wretched but those who are without hope, and few are reduced so low as that. - William Hazlitt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God is light; in him there is no darkness at all. - 1 John 1:5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114136761562658630?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114136761562658630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114136761562658630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114136761562658630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114136761562658630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/03/cross-or-light.html' title='Cross or Light?'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114109931094226220</id><published>2006-02-28T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T12:01:50.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Go (self version) Part 3</title><content type='html'>I only manage to update this story once a week...&lt;br /&gt;So, sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus i just being tagged by &lt;a href="http://destination-erinwho.blogspot.com//"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt;, ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;Got Lotsa stuff to update .....&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Noon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Taman Paramount station' s bus stop for nearly an hour and still no sign of PP. My tummy was grumbling hard enough to be heard from outside and my patience was growing quite thin. If wasn't for that PP i would have be home by now with my tummy stuffed with foods. The more i thought of it the angrier i get, i felt like going home despite of my poor hunger-tortured tummy groaning sound, i saw the feeder bus (which i gonna get on if i wanted to get home) came back after going a big round to fetch some passengers to this station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient, patient.....i kept telling myself, i have things to settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, PP phoned for the second time that day. "Hello? HanFei? I'm now in the LRT and on my way to...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he could finnish his sentence, i was shouting at him at the other end of the phone, his call had really ignited my hidden anger, "What the heck!? You know how long i waited?! I'm so damn hungry! Whatever, just come quickly!" then i just ended the call. Sensing something weird, i looked around and saw people who was at the bus stop with me, was staring at me with a odd look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed, i kept silent, bowed my head and waited for PP, quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later, PP finally arrived and the bus feeder had just left. I watched him ran towards my direction as if i was watching a big dark lumpy slime making it's way to me. His clothe was the same as yesterday, seriously.... did he bath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crossed my arms and waited for him to speak. The 1st sentence he spoke to me was, "Sor sor-ry, sorry, sorry," while he grasped for some air. I did not reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you angry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to anger i'm no longer the shy person i was 2 days ago, i did not felt any awkwardness , i shot back at him. "Do like look like i'm angry?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it wasn't my fault, i kept telling the bus driver to drive faster but well, traffic jam..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah right, i thought you told me you missed the bus before that," sheesh, finding excuses, i thought. All beacuse he was late and missed the bus and i had to pay the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but....." he stammered. Hah! Can't find any other story to support this lame excuse? I ignored him and stared pacing my way to the nearby KFC reastaurant. He quickly followed behind. "Please, don't be angry...."he plead. "smile for me, please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I 'm not angry!, I just no mood to smile!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please- lar......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever, just quickly finnish our lunch so that i can finaaly go home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Why don't we have a walk....after lunch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO way! I've been out for 2 days simultaneuosly! I just wanna go home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, when can i see you again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't know!" he started to piss me off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about like this," he had another bad idea in his mind again. "we'll meet each other once a week? So next week....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! i didn't agree to that! What about we meet twice..." i paused as i saw his excited look, "a month," he was disapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice a week? In his dreams, sucker! I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we arrived the destination. By that time, i was no longer angry nor in bad mood. Each of us ordered a fish burger set and then paid the waiter. Luckily this time, he brought his own money. We find a seat then started eating. Again, he continued to talk about his story such as his parents were out station, his friends loves to watch porn stuff and then the worst part, OUR FUTURE again. I continued to gave him a bored look as he spoke. He saw my bored look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He probably knew what i was thinking. Thus, he atarted talking mussy things again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know that when you smile, your smile was the sweetest smile in th world?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew........give me a break! I felt like puking all my food back out which i had just done sending them into my mouth. "Yeah right, whatever, anyway, i wanna go wash my hands," Quickly, i stood up and almost dashed my way to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand any of these any longer, i must tell him what i feel about him. I went back to the seat. He wanted to continued that 'sweetest smile' topic again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About the simle, i really mean it....." he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahahahaha......"i replied him with a made up laugh, and then i "I must tell you something,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously-lar, i don't have feeling for you, and i am not interested in relatioships like these," i just said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yeah....sure....but i'll wait for you...."he said softly in a disapointed tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, yeah,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he grinned, "but the problem is... will you be the same?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, please give me a break! Oh God! How can he not realised what i was trying to say?! Is his brain shortcircut or is he purposely acted stupid again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a forceful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i stood up starting to head towards the exit. "Huh? Leaving already? But i don't feel like going home...there's no one home...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored him. I made my way toward the LRT Station bus stop. Along the way, i told him about my nightmares ever since we met. I even described last night's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last night, i dreamt about you and me amd some og my friends in some sort of tour, and i remember telling you something, " i paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I 'll tell you but i hope you don't mind," last night dream those few sentences i muttered to him, i could still remember so vividly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, sure, just tell-lar,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, i told you that you're short, dark and fat," i said. Well, that was the truth. I was sorta amased of my dream and the courage i had in that dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He forced a smile at me and said, "I don't mind, anyway, the feeder bus is leaving, are you going to get on it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course!" and i started to run my way to the bus while shouting ,"BYE!" at him. He waved at me as i watched as he slowy vanished from my sight. This was the last time i ever go out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i arrived at my dearest house, i started online like a internet and blog maniac would do, i kept online till 10, but, i see no sign of PP online, which was a good news. Somehow i had little worries that i had hurt his feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of that, i still had a peaceful slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! FINALLY I GOT A GOOD NITE SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD! I LOVE YOU GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...good nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this really the ending, you all would think this as the worst ending you ever read.&lt;br /&gt;"What the heck!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahaha...........&lt;br /&gt;No, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;In part 4, some shocking truth about PP and his background will be unravel. Till then stay tune for 'LeT gO'.&lt;br /&gt;I know i had promised that part 3 is the end of this long story...but i don't have musch time to do so...sorry again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, please leave some comments after reading. Maybe, i might consider to put his picture up..........hehehehehehee............who knows.........?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22140418-114109931094226220?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114109931094226220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114109931094226220' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114109931094226220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114109931094226220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/02/let-go-self-version-part-3_28.html' title='Let Go (self version) Part 3'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22140418.post-114091855805530902</id><published>2006-02-26T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T10:02:31.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day after Tomorrow...what if.....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/what-if.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/320/what-if.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malaysia's Pride, Petronas Twin Tower blurring away or frozen by the ice?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Image created by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Double Quotes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The future is not something we enter. The future is something we create." --Leonard I. Sweet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thou knowest the past but not the future. As to what is future, even a bird with a long neck can not see it, but God only." --Anonymous&lt;/em&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/22140418-114091855805530902?l=ff7seeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/feeds/114091855805530902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22140418&amp;postID=114091855805530902' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114091855805530902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22140418/posts/default/114091855805530902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ff7seeker.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-after-tomorrowwhat-if_26.html' title='Day after Tomorrow...what if.....?'/><author><name>Han Fei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02553903228354400012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkWe0jFHvsE/S0P8e1ZZACI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lyk0A6diih4/S220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
