<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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>2024-08-30T01:35:54.581+08:00</updated><category term="AmineTech"/><category term="Angry"/><category term="DVD"/><category term="Hag"/><category term="Hate"/><category term="Heart art"/><category term="Hell girl"/><category term="Jigoku Shoujo"/><category term="MP3"/><category term="Mid nite"/><category term="Rainny day"/><category term="Stupid"/><category term="Sucker"/><category term="Sungai way"/><category term="Thief"/><category term="UBK"/><category term="Yong Moi Moi"/><category term="adventure"/><category term="amazing race asia"/><category term="anime"/><category term="astro"/><category term="cheap"/><category term="excited"/><category term="fun"/><category term="happy"/><category term="liars"/><category term="pirated"/><category term="sony"/><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?alt=atom'/><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?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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>25</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&#39;t do blogging anymore, the reason is simple...i&#39;m fedup with this blog after staring at it&#39;s dark simple nothing new template. I don&#39;t feel like deleting this blog from it&#39;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....</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/fullpage/post/22140418/597798295685553188' title='4 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/s220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</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&#39;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....&#39;curse&#39; me all you want, I don&#39;t mind, just don&#39;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=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Anyone saw my fake teeth? I think just now when I was beating that damn thief, I accidentally dropped it…&quot; &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!</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/fullpage/post/22140418/7470438000903793159' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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="anime"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hell girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jigoku Shoujo"/><title type='text'>Jigoku Shojo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_nEV1kfAy5tWed0AZ3DCVy2n8XTWF-CHWx3A4t9iSfl9ilWgRXjMPbWI-p6Cdpb0CUdNicmozNdlhMbOPT4USlb0zJK-CJQioeCahI9rNdRu5m4bLpQZb09Mjrt0n9SgQNutmbg/s1600-h/200612721135739.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069899611564389378&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_nEV1kfAy5tWed0AZ3DCVy2n8XTWF-CHWx3A4t9iSfl9ilWgRXjMPbWI-p6Cdpb0CUdNicmozNdlhMbOPT4USlb0zJK-CJQioeCahI9rNdRu5m4bLpQZb09Mjrt0n9SgQNutmbg/s400/200612721135739.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&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=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOo6SZhIG0p_66FjUNqU-UJy9eeIUVONU4-e53Oh_5BarQMvPu_vM6eCUGYYWsy7tUG1uZQCKRBDCHDWTYJFswmDLlTTMGx-DX5IxwVuCYd9FTXT3SoSZ0WRxDUbIQoRL3Eh8cyQ/s1600-h/0027s.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069899615859356690&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOo6SZhIG0p_66FjUNqU-UJy9eeIUVONU4-e53Oh_5BarQMvPu_vM6eCUGYYWsy7tUG1uZQCKRBDCHDWTYJFswmDLlTTMGx-DX5IxwVuCYd9FTXT3SoSZ0WRxDUbIQoRL3Eh8cyQ/s400/0027s.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&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;(&quot;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?&quot; )&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&#39; 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 &quot;Jigoku Tsūshin&quot; (correspondence with Hell) - a mysterious black colored web site only accessible at midnight. The contents of the site are only a text: &quot;あなたの怨み、晴らします。 (We will take revenge on your behalf.)&quot;, a text box where the grudge&#39;s object must be written, and a &quot;送信 (Send)&quot; 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&#39; 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=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp2MNov3GQ9SwcWYJaVPcER7ztepPJGcnAbyzBiKi-KS0h11OuV1b-7_Y7zp-p5t8PTBaS94eiCsLuESx8GXSd4el69ThFPuugJ0l6ec1d-z_rizt0JzQDhlViqyr-NClClmY9dg/s1600-h/DVD_22t.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069899607269422066&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp2MNov3GQ9SwcWYJaVPcER7ztepPJGcnAbyzBiKi-KS0h11OuV1b-7_Y7zp-p5t8PTBaS94eiCsLuESx8GXSd4el69ThFPuugJ0l6ec1d-z_rizt0JzQDhlViqyr-NClClmY9dg/s400/DVD_22t.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&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=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;350&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/D2EIb4y6jic&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/D2EIb4y6jic&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;350&quot;&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=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXXL0eIt1N_jFmIaGyf9JbE9al8bcgZ6c7btGY049yfOFOYvUI0FWa_q2GmKv3fNHlMJPA2P380CyqAIsJrAN9h7PPDE-xqUXIiT0CyQLU5EKsGPW1uBOeN5hMH2SfDWg-ILweg/s1600-h/00002.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069899607269422034&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXXL0eIt1N_jFmIaGyf9JbE9al8bcgZ6c7btGY049yfOFOYvUI0FWa_q2GmKv3fNHlMJPA2P380CyqAIsJrAN9h7PPDE-xqUXIiT0CyQLU5EKsGPW1uBOeN5hMH2SfDWg-ILweg/s400/00002.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&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=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjymF2a-jkZU05qcByuYjj8LCW_VmcthmBLI576xmPhfXGuzTaa49EcBlDPVsiWNqHNGlEwcvYDZtmhYrfguGZZuWvQCH6ae2s2kodmW_TmADAnsPMg84nT6kBGQhVIJoEpiTdFOg/s1600-h/DVD_02.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069899607269422050&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjymF2a-jkZU05qcByuYjj8LCW_VmcthmBLI576xmPhfXGuzTaa49EcBlDPVsiWNqHNGlEwcvYDZtmhYrfguGZZuWvQCH6ae2s2kodmW_TmADAnsPMg84nT6kBGQhVIJoEpiTdFOg/s400/DVD_02.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn&#39;t she always looked so lonely?</content><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/fullpage/post/22140418/3813646144828658976' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/s220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_nEV1kfAy5tWed0AZ3DCVy2n8XTWF-CHWx3A4t9iSfl9ilWgRXjMPbWI-p6Cdpb0CUdNicmozNdlhMbOPT4USlb0zJK-CJQioeCahI9rNdRu5m4bLpQZb09Mjrt0n9SgQNutmbg/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=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8EqBJoZMdMq0IVePdubbw6yz3IogeZ9St3iHLakG717hYE2vV-yFZYgKRALisNpTCArZ9jYbsSldv19eLoTQuXRf8Srvj6dCvSJVs5NCF6hAsLA1uFxuN3VQ0e6PUfm_Th3dECw/s1600-h/heart.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068853847157355458&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8EqBJoZMdMq0IVePdubbw6yz3IogeZ9St3iHLakG717hYE2vV-yFZYgKRALisNpTCArZ9jYbsSldv19eLoTQuXRf8Srvj6dCvSJVs5NCF6hAsLA1uFxuN3VQ0e6PUfm_Th3dECw/s400/heart.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&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;</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/fullpage/post/22140418/5471759166733515581' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/s220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8EqBJoZMdMq0IVePdubbw6yz3IogeZ9St3iHLakG717hYE2vV-yFZYgKRALisNpTCArZ9jYbsSldv19eLoTQuXRf8Srvj6dCvSJVs5NCF6hAsLA1uFxuN3VQ0e6PUfm_Th3dECw/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="adventure"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="excited"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rainny day"/><title type='text'>Today&#39;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&#39;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!</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/fullpage/post/22140418/6331454533189581491' 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&#39;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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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="Angry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hag"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stupid"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sucker"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="UBK"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Yong Moi Moi"/><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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;T APOLOGISED FOR WHAT YOU DID THAT MAKES OTHERS UNHAPPY, I&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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;&quot;Ar...Hanfei come here,” she said. “there&#39;s something I want you to do, take this paper to Pn. Konasuyagi(something like that),”&lt;br /&gt;&quot;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;&quot;I don&#39;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&#39;t fight that sucker Hag back, she is a teacher after all, and I&#39;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&#39;t even know whose that teacher is?”&lt;br /&gt;She rose up her tone and commanded, “She&#39;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=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;“DON&#39;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=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;SUCKER HAG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/fullpage/post/22140418/6178942446042160841' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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="AmineTech"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cheap"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="DVD"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="liars"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pirated"/><title type='text'>AmineTech</title><content type='html'>Ever been to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.animetech.net/index.php&quot;&gt;AnimeTech&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I&#39;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=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fate/Stay_Night&quot;&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=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;RM59.90&lt;/span&gt;. For me it was &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc99;&quot;&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt; since I know the price of a &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff99;&quot;&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=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8nMD1_UCIZ-LzV40q0ZC0B5wZnlQjr1iV5WtsTGRkwtLMAtTk8yueUciry3u_cnMxo0SqnBtyXWhst4u3PV9Ocryssa4GGIOE9jktIA7s9u9-W3XXOBreMwzNGEBqNKtoZp9rA/s1600-h/IMG_1460.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042775678438336290&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8nMD1_UCIZ-LzV40q0ZC0B5wZnlQjr1iV5WtsTGRkwtLMAtTk8yueUciry3u_cnMxo0SqnBtyXWhst4u3PV9Ocryssa4GGIOE9jktIA7s9u9-W3XXOBreMwzNGEBqNKtoZp9rA/s400/IMG_1460.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&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=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;The DVD that my sister bought for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#99ff99;&quot;&gt;The images were blurry with pixels&lt;/span&gt;! I thought it was the DVD player&#39;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=&quot;color:#33ffff;&quot;&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=&quot;color:#ccccff;&quot;&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=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQCx-ZikJWqrbCMlTOZsXyjucMmADKbiRO6iB8Gj1Vxc-1lNrNUFKHB7kUDaFo2KCQt9Z-Qr6SGiXuohWiP-TpXAWJ1-JcZEiXR4zl4uOtLski0xEHptqArMgVPM-h_m7trpYrbQ/s1600-h/IMG_1462.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042775682733303602&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQCx-ZikJWqrbCMlTOZsXyjucMmADKbiRO6iB8Gj1Vxc-1lNrNUFKHB7kUDaFo2KCQt9Z-Qr6SGiXuohWiP-TpXAWJ1-JcZEiXR4zl4uOtLski0xEHptqArMgVPM-h_m7trpYrbQ/s400/IMG_1462.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&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=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Take note at the word &#39;FAKE&#39; 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=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&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=&quot;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&gt;THIS IS A PIRATED DVD&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&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=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petaling_Street&quot;&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=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&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=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&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=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&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=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&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=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&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=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&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=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&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=&quot;color:#99ff99;&quot;&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=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd9g8NECUJ9WrfH-rexSmRcs478kFaK4O0xxom_V3GVqktQz28HQ9_yOq88bztTzylNXKysCCVEsG5bfhO170DJvjVPX_cV8yxiZIZUP6AUiidau8lKeS1R3DEHw23oMsSEOBoIQ/s1600-h/IMG_1464.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042775691323238210&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd9g8NECUJ9WrfH-rexSmRcs478kFaK4O0xxom_V3GVqktQz28HQ9_yOq88bztTzylNXKysCCVEsG5bfhO170DJvjVPX_cV8yxiZIZUP6AUiidau8lKeS1R3DEHw23oMsSEOBoIQ/s400/IMG_1464.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&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=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Beware this logo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&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=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&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&#39;t want you guys ended like me. SO pathetic!</content><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/fullpage/post/22140418/8689561073334934479' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/s220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8nMD1_UCIZ-LzV40q0ZC0B5wZnlQjr1iV5WtsTGRkwtLMAtTk8yueUciry3u_cnMxo0SqnBtyXWhst4u3PV9Ocryssa4GGIOE9jktIA7s9u9-W3XXOBreMwzNGEBqNKtoZp9rA/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="amazing race asia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="astro"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MP3"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sony"/><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&#39;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=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040889766888597138&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3xFxcd4UgFYY3WrvoZOHOTWSiKU0Pp0-FtKXXg0Y7pluKbHJLzJ9tdCFf1f8jDUFrMzKYWgzv1i9JjAs5o-XLyShx-fCkf9RkcBZRHPyMmXwLMvUsfl1OifgX2hAixLZZwrZ0Ow/s400/nw-s205f_large.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;s from Sony, no more mistakes. SIgh, despite so, i am still content that i got something worth RM500, i guess.&lt;/p&gt;</content><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/fullpage/post/22140418/172803945421526011' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/s220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3xFxcd4UgFYY3WrvoZOHOTWSiKU0Pp0-FtKXXg0Y7pluKbHJLzJ9tdCFf1f8jDUFrMzKYWgzv1i9JjAs5o-XLyShx-fCkf9RkcBZRHPyMmXwLMvUsfl1OifgX2hAixLZZwrZ0Ow/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&#39;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, &quot;WAS THERE ANYONE COMING TO OUR HOUSE JUST AS HE HAD PROMISED, the day after?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa said NO. Then, I tried to tell him, but it seemed that the WORDs couldn&#39;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&#39;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&#39;m gonna complain this MANNER-LESS GUY!</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/fullpage/post/22140418/116520176323568263' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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=&quot;center&quot;&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&#39;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&#39;s so much to say but unfortunately i don&#39;t feel like typing so much (again)....&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* bored right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....there&#39;s a game designing competition, but i know i ain&#39;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=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/1760631846[1].jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/1760631846%5B1%5D.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&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*</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/fullpage/post/22140418/116289270468151037' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/me-laying.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/me-laying.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe second exams&#39;s here!&lt;br /&gt;Doom....gotta go back and study!</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/fullpage/post/22140418/116071757601996201' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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&#39;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=&quot;extiw&quot; title=&quot;w:Zhuangzi&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zhuangzi&quot;&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;</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/fullpage/post/22140418/116022815860089328' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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&#39;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&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;But for them...you have touched the forbiden fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lina&#39;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;&quot;HanFei, you surprised me the most!&quot;&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 &#39;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.</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/fullpage/post/22140418/116022968945875858' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_8103.0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_8103.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;limit memory to just one individual&#39;s experiences from birth&lt;/span&gt;. That is &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff99;&quot;&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=&quot;color:#99ff99;&quot;&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=&quot;color:#99ffff;&quot;&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=&quot;color:#ccccff;&quot;&gt;why most memories never cross paths and are left...&quot;untangled.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ccccff;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;~ Garland, Final Fantasy ix</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/fullpage/post/22140418/116005633189270196' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;m out in to the society and employed, but this isn&#39;t what i want...Not these....i want a field related to imagination, but look at me, even in form 6 my studies aren&#39;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&#39;t know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In addition, i don&#39;t have the experience nor the charisma to be a high salary manager or whatsovere that guy told me. i&#39;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&#39;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;</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/fullpage/post/22140418/115987034220695116' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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&#39;s will</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_8205.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_8205.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;A scattered dream that&#39;s like a far-off memory. A far-off memory that&#39;s like a scattered dream. I want to line the pieces up—yours, and mine.&quot;  ~Roxas, Kingdom Hearts II</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/fullpage/post/22140418/115926563225770431' 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&#39;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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_7763.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_7763.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who...what am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;Life is like a movie, if you&#39;ve sat through more than half of it and its sucked every second so far, it probably isn&#39;t gonna get great right at the end and make it all worthwhile. &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;None should blame you for walking out early.&lt;/span&gt;&quot; - Doug Stanhope&lt;/em&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/fullpage/post/22140418/115857223732938202' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/winged-horse.0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/winged-horse.0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/suwei-pic.0.jpg&quot;&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&#39;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....</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/fullpage/post/22140418/115874173562137113' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/suwei-pic.0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/suwei-pic.0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&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=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;A photo which i took in Langkawi&#39;s Eagle Square during sunset....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Specially dedicated to today&#39;s Birthday girl, Suwei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;(Though i know you may not see this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;&quot;&gt;Happy Birthday SuWei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;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. &quot; ~ Barbara A. Billings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;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. &quot; ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;James Boswell&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/James_Boswell&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;James Boswell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&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/fullpage/post/22140418/115857906200995122' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_8650.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_8650.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;Look abroad through Nature&#39;s range,&lt;br /&gt;Nature&#39;s mighty law is change.&quot; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;–-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;Robert Burns&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Robert_Burns&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robert Burns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (1759-1796), Let not woman e&#39;er complain, 1794 &lt;/em&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/fullpage/post/22140418/115831364850765535' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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&#39;t as useful as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;As a form 6, i embraseed the others. I even muttered &#39;HELP ME!&#39; during the talk!&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, oh man, oh man.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;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...</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/fullpage/post/22140418/115771552297824357' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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=&quot;left&quot;&gt;I wouldn&#39;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&#39;ll be back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;ANyway, there are other things that i wanted express....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;... ... ... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Kinda depressing though... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Beware!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&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=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/sad-1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/sad-1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Longing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&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&#39;m not confused about this feeling but i can&#39;t confine it too deep into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;People say ignorance is bliss, but &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&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=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&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=&quot;color:#ffff00;&quot;&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=&quot;color:#33ff33;&quot;&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&#39;s about the same news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ccff;&quot;&gt;RAGe is silently growing in my unhappy and ignored heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;ANGER... ...had just silent my thoughts... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&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=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/XL%20House.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/XL%20House.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&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=&quot;left&quot;&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&#39;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=&quot;color:#ffff66;&quot;&gt;no longer be the same&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;My &lt;span style=&quot;color:#66ff99;&quot;&gt;childhood memories can forever remain only as a memories&lt;/span&gt; dear to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;These&lt;span style=&quot;color:#33ffff;&quot;&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=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;we can no longer see the sunrise&lt;/span&gt; from our metal doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;THings Change... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;I know... ...i know ... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Things Change... ...&lt;/span&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/fullpage/post/22140418/115685049032901425' title='3 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/s220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;m happy that i canuse my use umbrella while grinning those people who didn&#39;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;&quot;Erm...excuse me? WHat has happened?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;THe LRT tracks are flooded due to heavy rain.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What the.....?!&quot;&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&#39;s way too expensive and dangerous. LUckily i remembered that there&#39;s a bus head staright to home, but the problem is.....which bus stop? Considering there&#39; 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;&quot;How are you gonna come home?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Want me go there and fetch you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Isn&#39;t the bus here yet?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Are you on the bus?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Where are you now?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some &#39;old&#39; friends while waiting. 2 adult friends. Both of them were finding the 33D and they don&#39;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&#39;t ever have too much confidence on public transports even if they never fail you.&lt;br /&gt;Always prepare for the worst!!!</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/fullpage/post/22140418/115657355837010301' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/IMG_7530.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/IMG_7530.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;Where choice begins, Paradise ends, innocence ends, for what is Paradise but the absence of any need to choose this action?&quot; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                     ~ Arthur Miller</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/fullpage/post/22140418/115648922865039311' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/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=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/1600/Dead%20fish.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4391/2038/400/Dead%20fish.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;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.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                        ~ Carl Jung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;*Special Thanks to my sister and cousin along with their friends for willing to be my model.&lt;/span&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/fullpage/post/22140418/115622793338777394' 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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu-tv__M0VxY2CXgh60hO4-2ajm3YK2PuZxfqjDjZc8C8RZsTeoRHLcfXBHkjs0blI7swGU3i0olA-X9hcau25knAwiNvSzV3JzZNydbrNRLXRFkfOwXvYL7pnWfMIA/s220/han-fei-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>