<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192</id><updated>2012-02-14T14:55:03.112+11:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Just for Laugh'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Diary of a New Year'/><title type='text'>Ahseng</title><subtitle type='html'>My Passion In a Page</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-2040128284137438859</id><published>2010-12-30T20:56:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T02:52:50.198+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phuket Odyssey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Travelling is a well known stress-relief. This year, my fair lady and I managed to get ourselves over to an extraordinary island off the west coast of Thailand. Phuket is an eye opening island filled with little things that will entertained just about everyone. You have a desire, Phuket might be able to satisfy it, providing you are average on your demand. We, had a great time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Patong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you have ever planned to go to Phuket, you might have heard of the name Patong (Beach). This area is the most happening area on Phuket Island and probably where you should stay if you want easy access to just about everything. During our stay in Patong, it was never a problem to find food within walking distance, day, night, or even the wee hours of the morning. Patong may seems a bit on the quiet side during the day time but it comes deafeningly alive at night especially on the Bangla Road, where you can find all the pubs and clubs. Ladies (or maybe boys, I don't know) will be dancing at the entrance to enticed &lt;s&gt;perverts&lt;/s&gt; people in. Throngs of people flood the street at night. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Patong will not disappoint if beer, noise, ladies (a term I will use loosely considering many girls have bulges at the wrong place) food or convenience is what you are looking for but if relaxation is what you want for your holiday,other stretches of beach should be your choice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRwvWGk3NJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hbeO_bj1oVs/s1600/IMG_0163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRwvWGk3NJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hbeO_bj1oVs/s320/IMG_0163.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Patong's Shopping Complex, Junceylon and Miss Rabbit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRwvv4LpLOI/AAAAAAAAAdE/dkA1kJKgd3E/s1600/IMG_0206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRwvv4LpLOI/AAAAAAAAAdE/dkA1kJKgd3E/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The beginning of Bangla Road&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRwwJjdlc-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/Fvj31-vCykM/s1600/IMG_0203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRwwJjdlc-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/Fvj31-vCykM/s320/IMG_0203.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Few of the clubs and the crowd&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRwwc5cI62I/AAAAAAAAAdM/qUUKQw_zltE/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRwwc5cI62I/AAAAAAAAAdM/qUUKQw_zltE/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Fantasea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxJsbprgYI/AAAAAAAAAdw/D_leCQpar0c/s1600/IMG_0223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxJsbprgYI/AAAAAAAAAdw/D_leCQpar0c/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our first real activity beside exploring Patong was Fantasea. Fantasea is technically a cultural show that involves choreographed danced, acting, pyrotechnic effects and acrobatic stunts, all combined to tell the myths, legends and history of Thailand. An international buffet precedes the cultural show but you can opt out of the buffet and we strongly suggest so. The buffet is catered to international tourist and thus losing all the flair and spice that Thai food is so famous for. Fantasea claimed to have internationally renowned chefs but the quality of the food might suggest internationally rejected chefs. The buffet is a&amp;nbsp;disappointment&amp;nbsp;but the show is not. Our only complain was the show did not put any effort to narrate the story but the backdrop, the stunts, the choreograph dance and the elephants unintended toilet stunts (elephants practice a philosophy of anywhere, anytime, just do it) well make up for its shortcoming. The show is expensive (RM190++ per pax including the buffet) but its a&amp;nbsp;marvelous&amp;nbsp;and eye-opening way to experience the legends and the culture of Thailand. &lt;i&gt;Recommended but skip the buffet. I forgot the pricing for the show only ticket.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxMISXCUNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/nOtwDipXyLI/s1600/IMG_0249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxMISXCUNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/nOtwDipXyLI/s320/IMG_0249.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything in Fantasea says and farts Thai culture.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 in 1 Safari Tour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are lots of choices in term of Safari Tour. We took the 7 in 1 Safari for it provided us with substantial activities that we want to try throughout the day. The tour starts off with a buffalo cart ride. It was a short ride and something new for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRw24pc_iUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/mX0I_j0cPAE/s1600/IMG_0319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRw24pc_iUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/mX0I_j0cPAE/s320/IMG_0319.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Cow-abunga&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next on the list was a mini&amp;nbsp;kick boxing&amp;nbsp;show. Mini, does not means hobbit kick boxing but because it is just a show, like WWE, the kick boxers are just acting. It wasn't much fun if you have seen Ong Bak. The only was to get some fun out of this is to volunteer to jump onto the stage and practice some Thai kick boxing. I, just took pictures with the actors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRw3cyQ66YI/AAAAAAAAAdU/O6OPvg-Xpdw/s1600/JPEG+Image+%252866654%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRw3cyQ66YI/AAAAAAAAAdU/O6OPvg-Xpdw/s320/JPEG+Image+%252866654%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ongbak (2nd from right)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Canoeing follow suits. We took a kinda long jeep ride to a nearby river to practice canoeing. We were brought away from the pier on a long tail boat before throwing us onto a canoe and asking us to paddle back to the tiny pier. The river was calm with no visible hungry crocodile. Canoe enthusiasts might be&amp;nbsp;disappointed&amp;nbsp;at the short duration on the canoe and the calmness but it was relaxing for us, who somehow can't paddle straight, hence, we&amp;nbsp;zigzagged&amp;nbsp;our way back to the pier........such picky oars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxFtmS0m2I/AAAAAAAAAdg/MO6BOVKxDMY/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxFtmS0m2I/AAAAAAAAAdg/MO6BOVKxDMY/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The calm river. Sadly, no picture of the stubborn oars.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were brought to a&amp;nbsp;souvenir&amp;nbsp;shop after canoeing. All the tours we had somehow managed to bring us to a souvenir shop and it is often not printed on the pamphlets. Damn their business strategy. Therefore, we acted thick face, borrowed their toilets and only brought a couple of fridge magnets although it is actually a pearl shop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we are back to the Safari, we were taught how to cook one of the many Thai delicacies, the Som Tam. For the Thai language dumb, Som Tam is papaya Salad with three types of taste, sweet, sour and bloody murdering spicy. When will I get to eat my fair lady's self-cooked Som Tam? Kurang pedas ye!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxF8jWEM_I/AAAAAAAAAdk/JVUbOP4hnZY/s1600/IMG_0369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxF8jWEM_I/AAAAAAAAAdk/JVUbOP4hnZY/s320/IMG_0369.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Main ingredients for Som Tam; extra ingredient - love. Ok bb?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A short little documentary on how rubber is tapped and processed so we can all have safe *** is provided after how to cook Som Tam. You get to see a real rubber flowing rubber tree and the rubber roller and how the rubber is sun-tanned to dryness. It's sort of educational.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxRp6Jk3LI/AAAAAAAAAd4/hb7ki8Aorw8/s1600/IMG_0381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxRp6Jk3LI/AAAAAAAAAd4/hb7ki8Aorw8/s320/IMG_0381.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Added for viewing pleasure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best part of the Safari Tour, one that all of you should try, is next, Elephant ride!! Since the elephant didn't die from my weight, I guess elephants are able to carry hundreds of kilograms on its back. It was a fun ride albeit not as&amp;nbsp;adrenaline&amp;nbsp;pumping as horse riding or roller-coaster but it was kinda fun rolling back and forth, left and right, up and down while the elephants make its way on and across the river, up and down the hill and they even have time to stop for toilet time, and as usual, anywhere, anytime, just do it. When you see how an elephant pee, you will be ashamed of how you pee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxScuw6AsI/AAAAAAAAAd8/btnvKuW4cEg/s1600/JPEG+Image+%252870500%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxScuw6AsI/AAAAAAAAAd8/btnvKuW4cEg/s320/JPEG+Image+%252870500%2529.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Also added for viewing pleasure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxGuGnv-tI/AAAAAAAAAdo/JDRk6vn-Rjo/s1600/IMG_0397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxGuGnv-tI/AAAAAAAAAdo/JDRk6vn-Rjo/s320/IMG_0397.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anywhere, anytime, just do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxHQsfj2-I/AAAAAAAAAds/ynI2FH_YMUs/s1600/IMG_0419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxHQsfj2-I/AAAAAAAAAds/ynI2FH_YMUs/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let's all gather around and admire this mushy elephant's thingy. I wonder what it is. Is it edible?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the more than 15 minutes long worthy ride, we were give the luxury to see 2 young elephants doing human stunts and being more clever than some people but if you have been to one of these animals stunt shows, it's all about the same except, penis massage&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxTaGuQjwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/u5CbFkajqfI/s1600/IMG_0456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxTaGuQjwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/u5CbFkajqfI/s320/IMG_0456.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagine your husband cheated on you for an elephant!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxT0x1hG_I/AAAAAAAAAeE/EKH5KQXzXCA/s1600/IMG_0468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxT0x1hG_I/AAAAAAAAAeE/EKH5KQXzXCA/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, there is a monkey show too. Monkey Tuk Tuk anyone?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The day ended in fish spa. My first piranha spa experience has to be outside of Malaysia. This is how it feels when piranhas are nibbling away at your feet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxVhaEkl5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/OgTbVs7Eeyg/s1600/JPEG+Image+%252874719%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRxVhaEkl5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/OgTbVs7Eeyg/s320/JPEG+Image+%252874719%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have no idea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As you can see, there are more than 7 activities. Why they named it 7 in 1 Safari Tour is anyone guesses. All the activities are mediocre but a new experience except for the elephant ride, which was satisfying and worth the money paid, considering you do spend a long time on the ride. &lt;i&gt;Safari Tour is definitely recommended for those who have not tried the activities above.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To be continued - Simon Cabaret, Phang Nga Bay Tour, Promthep Cape, Wat Chalong, Big Buddha Tour, Thai Massage, Hotels and FOOOOOOD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*tired and sleepy*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-2040128284137438859?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/2040128284137438859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=2040128284137438859&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/2040128284137438859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/2040128284137438859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2010/12/phuket-odyssey.html' title='The Phuket Odyssey'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/TRwvWGk3NJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hbeO_bj1oVs/s72-c/IMG_0163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-9068474811161222701</id><published>2010-01-09T18:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:33:16.499+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary of a New Year'/><title type='text'>The best of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some say 2009 is a bleak year especially when so many celebrities did not make it past the year. Anyway, 2009 has its moment to rejoice and we shall bask in such moments by reminiscing the best that I have watched and experienced in 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Most Enjoyable Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avatar&lt;/b&gt; has perhaps top the headline at the end of 2009 with jaw dropping and eye busting computer generated graphic. It is beautiful and I really wanted to watch it in 3D if times and locality permits. However, &lt;b&gt;Avatar&lt;/b&gt; scores a so so in the storyline department and I did, almost mind you, fell asleep, partly due to too much gaming and too little sleep. &lt;b&gt;Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/b&gt;, on the other hand, is a huge disappointment, &lt;b&gt;Terminator 4&lt;/b&gt;, is just about massive robots holocaust and Harry Potter is just a lame version of its wordy counterpart.&lt;b&gt; Sherlock Holmes &lt;/b&gt;too missed out on this award but by just a fraction. I really did like &lt;b&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;/b&gt; for its fresh and funny rendition for one of the most famous detective but, aside for the pain-inflicting deductive process, the whole investigation process was not really &lt;i&gt;mind blasting&lt;/i&gt; (Russell Peter, 2009).Therefore, 2009's most enjoyable movie goes to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Trek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0gk6btqjbI/AAAAAAAAAaU/XMoOzTlWdCM/s1600-h/star_trek_xi_ver18_xlg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0gk6btqjbI/AAAAAAAAAaU/XMoOzTlWdCM/s400/star_trek_xi_ver18_xlg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Referring to my previous post 'I am not a Geek'. I am still not a geek......or maybe I am but I did walk into the cinema not knowing a single thing about &lt;b&gt;Star Trek&lt;/b&gt; except for its weird looking spaceship, which I later found out that it is named 'The Enterprise'. Yet, I walked out of the cinema feeling satisfied, happy and wanting more (not orgasm but something like that). I enjoyed each and every seconds of the movie. It wasn't the whole geeky thing that got me hook onto the movie but rather the storyline, the humour and the chemistry of the cast. It is a movie that has everything; strong emotional opening, funny moments (mostly by Simon Pegg), a sarcastic captain, a charmingly cool alien-human hybird played by Sylar (nobody cares about his real name) and geeky stuffs. What's more to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2009 Funniest Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is life without laughter. Comedy/sitcom is my favourite genre be it for movies, series or games or work. Although work did not make its way into this category this year (will it ever?), there are quite some other medias that made me laugh in 2009 enabling me to forget about work. KG's small eyes being one, Guna's big nose another. &lt;b&gt;Zombieland&lt;/b&gt; has been in the headlines (or fb statuses) being stated as one of the funniest zombie movie. Funny? Yes, Funniest? No but Bill Murray's cameo is worth a watch. &lt;b&gt;Fired Up&lt;/b&gt; is also another movie that turns out unexpectedly funny. &lt;b&gt;Russell Peter's&lt;/b&gt; mind blasting had me laughing the whole day. Series such as &lt;b&gt;My name is Earl&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Aliens in America&lt;/b&gt; too has light up my foresty 2009 but there is one that stands out from the rest. I laugh so hard, my stomach became smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0gm00UNhhI/AAAAAAAAAa0/3ux9QEKgHYA/s1600-h/season-2-promo-pic-the-big-bang-theory-2847657-2500-1667.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0gm00UNhhI/AAAAAAAAAa0/3ux9QEKgHYA/s400/season-2-promo-pic-the-big-bang-theory-2847657-2500-1667.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beside Guna's similarities with one of the nerdy Indian characters, Raj, in the sitcom, the nerd bonding is inexplicably funny. &lt;b&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/b&gt; set on the premise of the awkward social encounter of 4 nerdy and geeky guys who have variable social disability with a hot blonde who aspires to be an actress but works in a cheescake factory or what Leonard called a Carbohydrate Delivery Factory. Sheldon, being one of the most dysfunctional social creature, dumb to any sort of social convention, is the funniest characters on the show. How could anyone not love Sheldon albeit his condescending behaviour. If you are a human, do not miss this show. We live for a purpose and that is to laugh. Furthermore, this movie has a lot of worthy quotes that you will never be able to memorise, at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009 Best English Series&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2009 has churned out some new series and saw the return of others. &lt;b&gt;Heroes Season 4&lt;/b&gt; has been a disappointment overall. It just isn't the same Heroes that it used to be. The storyline just isn't as interesting anymore. A lot of people has said that they can't stop watching &lt;b&gt;True Blood&lt;/b&gt; but I stopped. If there is any reason I would continue watching, it would just be for Anna Paquin's sex scene. I haven't watched a number of English series but the best I have seen in 2009 would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flash Forward&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0glDyPyJJI/AAAAAAAAAac/jGzFoOaefv8/s1600-h/Flash-Forward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0glDyPyJJI/AAAAAAAAAac/jGzFoOaefv8/s400/Flash-Forward.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reason number uno to watch this movie would be for Harold from Harold and Kumar although he ain't funny here. &lt;b&gt;Flash Forward&lt;/b&gt; has an interesting plot that I just wanna peel off episode after episode. &lt;b&gt;Flash Forward &lt;/b&gt;tells the story of a mysterious event that has everyone in the world to black out for exactly 137 seconds. During the blackout, most people can see a vision of their future six months away. Those that did not see anything may be dead some time between then and 6 months later. An investigation team is then formed to investigate the events using clues they string together based on their vision. The drama also sees various people life suddenly strung together through their vision but this is actually the boring part of the series. It is not as good as Heroes Season 1 but I do not see any series currently hitting past that mark. Not yet, at least, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best 2009 TVB drama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Best 2009 TVB drama is a quite obvious choice. Most dramas were average and not worthy of special mention. &lt;b&gt;Beyond the Realm of Conscience&lt;/b&gt; came closest to being the best TVB drama. It has a good storyline and few powerful moments but just not as good as&lt;b&gt; War and Beauty&lt;/b&gt;, a 2004 drama that has almost the same theme. Hence, the best 2009 drama is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosy Business&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0gmasOOL9I/AAAAAAAAAas/7gCv-Ogo7eQ/s1600-h/rosybusiness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0gmasOOL9I/AAAAAAAAAas/7gCv-Ogo7eQ/s400/rosybusiness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lame name for a great drama, &lt;b&gt;Rosy Business&lt;/b&gt; revolves around the paddy business during the time where hubby can have endless numbers of wives. It is a story of family feud with wives and sons fighting discreetly for right to head the family business and the husband's love. Every episode is filled with memorable moments with both Wayne Lai and Sheren Tang giving exceptionally believable performance. Their on-screen chemistry far exceeds the common love-dovey relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;009 Best Game&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2009 has been a year for good game but which year has it not seen any good games? &lt;b&gt;Resident Evil 5,&amp;nbsp; Infamous, Marvel Ultimate Alliance 2, Uncharted 2, Modern Warfare 2, Killzone 2, Borderlands, Dragon Age &lt;/b&gt;are a few of the most notable games in 2009 but the best game in 2009 for me is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Batman: Arkham Asylum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0gmBwZyHrI/AAAAAAAAAak/0Bw0VRull34/s1600-h/Arkham_Asylum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0gmBwZyHrI/AAAAAAAAAak/0Bw0VRull34/s400/Arkham_Asylum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those that take gaming seriously would never think that games which are adapted from comics or movies will ever be good enough to be on the list of best games.&lt;b&gt; Arkham Asylum&lt;/b&gt; took everyone by surprise, myself included. With a little bit of puzzle solving, a fun stealth mechanic, fluid actions and great boss fights, &lt;b&gt;Arkham Asylum&lt;/b&gt; finds itself being my pick for the best game of 2009. Suffice to say, it really made me feel like Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other games of 2009 worthy of a note &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most fun multiplayer on the same screen -&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Marvel Ultimate Alliance 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most fun co-op - &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Borderlands &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best song of 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taylor Swift - Love Story &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xg3vE8Ie_E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xg3vE8Ie_E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-9068474811161222701?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/9068474811161222701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=9068474811161222701&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/9068474811161222701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/9068474811161222701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-of-2009.html' title='The best of 2009'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0gk6btqjbI/AAAAAAAAAaU/XMoOzTlWdCM/s72-c/star_trek_xi_ver18_xlg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-7901979556801594728</id><published>2010-01-07T19:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:10:20.662+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Laugh'/><title type='text'>Endau Cream!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0WWRcff_CI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Wg-36n-UFt8/s1600-h/endauButton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0WWRcff_CI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Wg-36n-UFt8/s320/endauButton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah, Endau is your new approach. Try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-7901979556801594728?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/7901979556801594728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=7901979556801594728&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/7901979556801594728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/7901979556801594728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2010/01/endau-cream.html' title='Endau Cream!!!'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0WWRcff_CI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Wg-36n-UFt8/s72-c/endauButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-9093359774160708017</id><published>2010-01-07T18:41:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:03:48.454+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary of a New Year'/><title type='text'>Diary of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2009 has now become a present tense. It is a year of discovery, a year of adaptation, a year of growth a year of exploration and a year of change. 2009 marks the year that I step out into the real world fighting for my very own existence. It is unbelievable how 2009 has changed me but furthermore, how much I have grown this year. 2009 is when I became an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2009 is when I step into the working world, finding a source of income to fill my needs and wants. Not only have I enter the world of adult, I need to start my life away from home, away from city, into an unknown town. While this little place may not be as bad as some place that my peers have to trudge to everyday, it is still a little town that manages to every make new blood in this place feel lonely and sad. I am no exception. My heart started sinking since I left my house on the 11th of January 2009. It never came back up, not even after Chinese New Year 2009. However, noone can help you if you cannot help yourselves. Adapting is my only choice and adapting is what I have done. By getting the internet up and running, my heart started to try to like this place. Well, it is now 2010 and nope, I have yet to succeed in that sense though I think I have made much improvement in adapting as I do not hate this place anymore.....not as much as I used to be at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am a teacher in 2009. At least I can call myself that starting 2009 and I believe 2009 has made a better teacher out of me. While teaching remains as something I do for living, I do feel a sense of accomplishment when my students write better and better as time passes. My passion, and probably future, lies somewhere but as of 2009, it can be said that disappointment of work and/or teaching has yet to reside in me. In 2009, I grew as a teacher, as an education practitioner, and as a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0WSYsOlDeI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SKaJEbyaiKU/s1600-h/tricked-on-career-day.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0WSYsOlDeI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SKaJEbyaiKU/s400/tricked-on-career-day.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2009 has also been a year that I have traveled most, or rather drove furthest. I like driving but I have never ever thought I would be able to drive alone for 5 hours straight, and that is the distance between KL and Endau. Moreover, it have never cross my mind to drive to places like Kuantan, Pekan, Kota Tinggi, Batu Pahat, Kluang, Desaru and weirdest of all Bandar Mas. I did not know some of these places existed at all. Anyway, I like driving, and I love traveling. 2009 has not been a bad year for me at all in term of stumbling into new places. To end a great year of exploring, I was able to go tracking for Marco Polo's lost fleet in the land of Borneo with my love and a few close friends. Traveling is my passion and I will not let it slip in 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0WSGQs1bVI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Qv3PLWIL1Yc/s1600-h/IMG_2511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0WSGQs1bVI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Qv3PLWIL1Yc/s400/IMG_2511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last but not least, 2009 was a year of great games. Heck, every year is a year of great games and 2010 will surely be one too. To gaming we toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adious 2009, Hola 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Almost forgot that I graduated in the middle of 2009. I am now a graduate. Weeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0WUghsgs6I/AAAAAAAAAaE/AwUSCpZTuZw/s1600-h/55f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0WUghsgs6I/AAAAAAAAAaE/AwUSCpZTuZw/s320/55f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-9093359774160708017?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/9093359774160708017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=9093359774160708017&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/9093359774160708017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/9093359774160708017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2010/01/diary-of-2009.html' title='Diary of 2009'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/S0WSYsOlDeI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SKaJEbyaiKU/s72-c/tricked-on-career-day.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-4308007297067256031</id><published>2009-10-31T13:22:00.021+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:37:53.604+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Surrogates Review: A Perfect World?</title><content type='html'>Straight off the torment of the Gamer, I fear for the worst in another futuristic movie based on another concept of modern technology. In, Surrogates, human can now go to work by just sitting at home by controlling a robot at the comfort of their home. The remote control robot can take on any human form the operator wishes, which causes the world to be filled with flawless sexy and hot looking people/robots. A dream comes true? With great comfort comes great sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Storyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a Utopia where people rarely dies from accidents outside of their home, FBI Agent Greer is forced to unravel a conspiracy behind the world of surrogates when 2 robots are vandalized and inexplicably killing their operators. A series of revelation follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like ‘Gamer’, ‘Surrogates’ has a good technological concept and morality issues to be explored. However, unlike ‘Gamer’, ‘Surrogates’ tells its story well. ‘Surrogates’ will keep you from going to the toilet just so you can unravel the mysterious behind a certain vandalism of a couple of robots and the homicide of their operators. As you sit longer through the movie, you will be served the right and wrong living a life as a robot. Subtlety, ‘Surrogates’ will help you dwell into beauty of life, in flesh and blood, as its reach its inevitable conclusion. A believable futuristic concept and good storytelling, ‘Surrogates’ did not fail on the storyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Drawing Board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Surrogates’ does not have an out of this world kinda graphic presentation. There is no awesome explosion, no gory mutilation, no out to this world/ space ship but what actions that ‘Surrogates’ has is enough to satisfy my action bones. Don’t expect superb action of out this movie as it is more focus on bringing you across a topsy turvy world of human who opposes surrogacy and those who ARE using surrogates and its implication. When you have a good storyboard, graphical distinction is secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, flawless hot girl: check. But there is no hot revealing sexy girl. Imagine one yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What? So there is no flaw at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of 'Surrogates' is not perfect. There are some inconsistency here and there; Bruce Willis's ridiculous hairdo for one, and some things that you would expect out of high-tech stuff are inconsistently missing but probably the producers thought that it would be better without those things for a smoother flow of story. Whatever it is, it doesn't hurt the story very much. it is just a very minor put off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Verdict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Surrogates’ is good. Maybe this is a rebound feeling due to the absurdity of ‘Gamer’ but it really left me feeling satisfied and entertained throughout the one and a half hour. It also left me feeling happy being able to love and control my own head and limbs and also to feel others!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 out of 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who will like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-People who likes futuristic make believe world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-People who just enjoy unraveling mystery in a make believe world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-4308007297067256031?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/4308007297067256031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=4308007297067256031&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4308007297067256031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4308007297067256031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/10/straight-off-torment-of-gamer-i-fear.html' title='Surrogates Review: A Perfect World?'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-6807002986571350163</id><published>2009-10-19T15:07:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:38:43.369+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Nocturnal Amphibian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most Malaysian teachers may, one way or another, have been an amphibian before, moving between 2 world and sometimes living both world at once. This year, not only have I experienced the wonder of both world, I have the priviledges to move between these 2 world extensively this year and work under two very different world, teaching a variety of people with variety of skills and abilities (or the lack of them). Today, this amphibian will once and for all tell his story of both world and which one is greener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day starts early for the morning world. Waking up early in the morning is not this amphibian's routine at all. There is nothing in his biological mind that rhymes with early and thus the demand of the morning world is already suffocating, before it even starts. To this amphibian, living in a world of routine is asking a lot out of him and demanding that he wakes up early in the morning is pushing his limit. Giving in is what this nocturnal amphibian has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in the morning world means less sleep for his nocturnal instinct and more energy needed. Therefore, it means more meals and more fats. Can this amphibian control? Not when his nocturnal instinct is compromised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellow inhabitants of the morning world have an air (or aura, if you prefers) that makes the morning world much serious-er. This may be due to the general age group in the morning world that makes the communication between fellow inhabitants less in line with this amphibian's wavelength. Thus, it just feels less fun and fun is what drives us forward in a funless world, morning or the other world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the ruler is often around in the morning world. You decide what it means to your working mood. I decided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all are less in this world. The clients, on the other hand, is much more well behaved in the morning world, generally. They are less annoying as they are less childish. Sometimes and may I emphasize, SOMETIMES, the clients do participate in questions and answers sessions. They are more energetic towards creating a funner transaction of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, when your clients have finished their goals of the year, it is all so enjoyable sitting in your own comfort zone doing this. Oh, how time permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The After Morning World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's undesirable, the clients in this world are immature and thus more poo poos that you have to be responsible for. Any mismanagement of the rowdy, mindless clients and it is all yours to bear and be blamed. Even zombies are more manageable and you can headshot them anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, your clients probably do not have a goal of their life yet. Not needing to aim for anything, yet, and that means there is no period of time after the ability assessment process. Therefore, the amphibians in this world have to take on their clients' demand (or your ruler's) and perform knowledge transactions through the end of this time and this particular amphibian will have less time doing THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the after morning world is much more suitable to this nocturnal amphibian's biological clock. I am a midnight ghost, if you like to call it that way. 2,3 and/or 4 is a familiar number. and as this other world do not start till 12, it calls for a more familiar, less restrictive routine. One that this amphibian is used to. One that he has less problem with. One that he would prefer more. Not one that he likes though. No, he will never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With enough rest to power through this world, less meals are needed meaning less barter system performed and eventually means less meaningful notes going out. And that means more for other passions. And that means a happier amphibian. And...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the verdict is......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a choice, this amphibian will choose neither world and make a world of his own. But as this world ain't perfect, there is yet to be an option of a world of my own. For the time being, this amphibian will be going back to the other world and probably dread the more knowledge transaction periods but will be delighted to be able to live his nocturnal life again and feeling less restrictive. Whichever world it is, my clients' need is of the utmost important, and being able to fulfill both the needs of your instinct and your clients can only happens in the perfect world and there is no perfect world. Not when your passion is not being an amphibian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-6807002986571350163?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/6807002986571350163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=6807002986571350163&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/6807002986571350163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/6807002986571350163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/10/nocturnal-amphibian.html' title='Nocturnal Amphibian'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-642674301813330383</id><published>2009-10-07T12:26:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:37:53.604+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>The Final Destination Review - Overkill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SswBNgZVvJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/h2_6pIdXiS0/s1600-h/the-final-destination-poster-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SswBNgZVvJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/h2_6pIdXiS0/s320/the-final-destination-poster-big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389684185601784978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Final Fantasy, the Final Destination franchise still does not understand the meaning of the word ‘Final’. The fourth of its kind, The Final Destination still uses the same concept as the previous installments. Cheat Death and Death will find you; Death with a capital D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Storyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Fourth time coming, you should already be familiar with the backbone of the series’ storyline. Someone sees a premonition of a freaked accident that kills everyone; someone gets crazy and somehow drags some people out and thus saving them and cheating Death; Death gets angry and finds creative ways of coincidental accidents to kill those cheaters; these people finds a way to break the chain and the question is, is there a way to break the chain? If you watch the previous 3 installments, you should already have the answer. Since you already seen and heard the story before, why bother? The answer is suspense and the creative coincidental accidents that seem like an elaborate killing machine made of everyday stuffs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Death has a creative mind. Killing people the normal way isn’t his (or her?) thing. It is interesting to see how Death sets up the elaborate killing machine but sometimes, the ways people are killed seem forced. I can’t shake off the feeling that some of the ‘weapons’ in the movie did not have the capability to create enough force to impale, cut, poke all the way through a person body/organs and thus killing him. It seems that the everyday machines used in the movie are purposely powered up just to kill, defying the law of physics. This makes the elaborate killing machines less believable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SswDK7PMNtI/AAAAAAAAASE/Y8MA78OMzLU/s1600-h/the-final-destination2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SswDK7PMNtI/AAAAAAAAASE/Y8MA78OMzLU/s320/the-final-destination2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389686340290623186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Squished by an elevator belt. Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;One of Final Destination trademarks was also the initial takedown. Final Destination 2 provides the best crash scenes but The Final Destination’s initial Nascar racing track accident seems lackluster and lacks the wow factor. It is still a good watch but just not great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Despite few flaws, The Final Destination still provides enough suspense to bring you gritting through the whole movie. It is a good ride but it is nothing great. The finale of The Final Destination brings quite a different taste but it certainly did not bring a new flavour to a drained franchise. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Is The Final Destination worth a trip to the cinema? Yes, but only if you are a hardcore fan of thriller, gore(however sick that might sound) and suspense or you just want that ‘special feeling’ of being hug tightly by your girlfriend. Otherwise, it’s a rental at best and that’s only if you really want to know what is happening in the world of Final Destination.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 out of 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-642674301813330383?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/642674301813330383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=642674301813330383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/642674301813330383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/642674301813330383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/10/final-destination-review-overkill.html' title='The Final Destination Review - Overkill'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SswBNgZVvJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/h2_6pIdXiS0/s72-c/the-final-destination-poster-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-2789214209230592618</id><published>2009-09-22T01:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:39:11.170+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>We scored, we conceded, and then Owen came along</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The manchester derby match, as reported by many, is a classic match that will be remembered for a long time. It was a 7 goals thriller with Manchester City intending to poop Man Utd victory party on three occasion though Man Utd did intend to suicide. Equalising during injury time, all seemed bleak for Man Utd. The players were shocked (at Rio's crappy loop pass), the supporters were down, the haters are saying 'in your face' and along came a shadow of the babyface assassin. With his small stature, he wandered into the danger zone unnoticed signalling to a mastercraft for a pass. A superb pass, a small shadow, a good touch and a wonder shot. I leave myself and you this video to forever etch the moment intense blissfulness and excitement into our heart believing that no matter how useless it may seem, we just have to believe and try till the last drop of blood and sweat, and the reward will be so much sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/4zzzstZC570K5VMiqTgg/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="357"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-2789214209230592618?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/2789214209230592618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=2789214209230592618&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/2789214209230592618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/2789214209230592618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-scored-we-concede-and-then-owen-came.html' title='We scored, we conceded, and then Owen came along'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-6046797642596555779</id><published>2009-09-10T00:24:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:38:43.369+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Is there?</title><content type='html'>A month from now, current batch of Form 3 students will take their PMR examination. In this one month, I have the glory to help failing students to pass their English test. These kids are on the verge. A little slip up and they will surely fail their English test and soon enough, their future.  Therefore, it is a huge responsibility. One that I will, with all my effort and knowledge, see to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was not all that easy. One more month left and these 'monkeys' have no fears. They have no desire, no motivation, no believe at all that English is important for their immediate and also far future. They do not want to learn. They are too comfortable in their failing comfort zone. I really like to believe that their future is their to choose but can I do anything at all? Is there anything at all that will give them a shred of motivation, a feather of hope to pass? Is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/Sqe_5sBVRuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vyvUgmzknqY/s1600-h/Lazy_tshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/Sqe_5sBVRuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vyvUgmzknqY/s320/Lazy_tshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379479277707544290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-6046797642596555779?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/6046797642596555779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=6046797642596555779&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/6046797642596555779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/6046797642596555779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-there.html' title='Is there?'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/Sqe_5sBVRuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vyvUgmzknqY/s72-c/Lazy_tshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-1465699360781534508</id><published>2009-09-07T22:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:39:35.289+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Laugh'/><title type='text'>It's hard to be a footballer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A good footballer does not have to only be good on the pitch but he also has to have a good ability to speak. Our beloved Park Ji Sung came to England not only to ply his trade for the devils but also to do interviews. Thus, he has to learn English and he is a living prove that anyone from anywhere can learn to understand and speak English. Check out how this awesome Korean footballer fares in the linguistic department&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEhomQFh-Ok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEhomQFh-Ok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-1465699360781534508?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/1465699360781534508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=1465699360781534508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/1465699360781534508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/1465699360781534508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-hard-to-be-footballer.html' title='It&apos;s hard to be a footballer'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-5248847755188142381</id><published>2009-09-06T01:59:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:39:35.289+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Laugh'/><title type='text'>of boxes and wires</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This post was stolen from this blog &lt;a href="http://thegamersgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; but since not many people might visit about games, gamers and relationship, this video is too good not to be seen by more people. This video is about the difference between a man and a woman's brains and what's in them (yes, men has more stuff in their brain apart from sex). It is a funny video but whether it is true or not, it is up to your discretion. Waddaya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WI-aEzn0dlw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WI-aEzn0dlw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-5248847755188142381?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/5248847755188142381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=5248847755188142381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/5248847755188142381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/5248847755188142381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-boxes-and-wires.html' title='of boxes and wires'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-872053303712924107</id><published>2009-08-29T03:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T04:10:01.708+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman 3, no?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Batman: Arkham Asylum is now out and truthfully, I was not that excited (due to a history of crap from superhero games) until I start reading some positive stuff about the game which got me excited (really really excited) to take on the role of the darknight. I got my own copy of the game. Najibu will be getting his Batman xbox style while I be playing through Arkham Asylum the PS3 style, except that I left my PS3 back in a place far far away but by next week, I should be able to crack some goons. Here are some narcistic shot of my copy of Batman. wooohoooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SpgMePIb98I/AAAAAAAAAP0/VkQTSv4nRqs/s1600-h/29082009074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SpgMePIb98I/AAAAAAAAAP0/VkQTSv4nRqs/s320/29082009074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375059868864214978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I kinda like the Darknight's costume better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SpgND5YyzNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kPi3YqDoG4Y/s1600-h/29082009068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SpgND5YyzNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kPi3YqDoG4Y/s320/29082009068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375060515862269138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Be patient, only by Monday can I test that baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SpgN8ilAjDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/wAgJGfjitWU/s1600-h/29082009076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SpgN8ilAjDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/wAgJGfjitWU/s320/29082009076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375061488992029746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;As you can see, Joker is once again the mastermind of evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is killing me, but going back early to Endau will just kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Batman's game official news on &lt;a href="http://www.gaminwatch.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.gaminwatch.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to walk? Look right and get yours there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-872053303712924107?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/872053303712924107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=872053303712924107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/872053303712924107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/872053303712924107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/08/batman-arkham-asylum-is-now-out-and.html' title='Batman 3, no?'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SpgMePIb98I/AAAAAAAAAP0/VkQTSv4nRqs/s72-c/29082009074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-1815145202953564738</id><published>2009-07-04T20:29:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:14:41.123+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>The second Owen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This frightening and shocking transfer story is not going to pass by without me shouting some of my opinion opinion where possible. Except sir Alex, noone saw this coming. I was shocked when I turned on Soccernet.com only to this shocking transfer news on the headline. My thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like Owen cause I support England and he used to zip through defense like slicing through hot butter. However, Owen seemed like a spent force during his stint at Newcastle. He did not look like a knife anymore cutting through defenses and his record at Newcastle surely does not look good on any CV not to mention the time he spend on the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question is can that change? I have to say that even with Valencia's deal, his record is not that great either with 3 freaking goals for 80 over games but Owen has a much better record while serving for Real and Liverpool and this means as long as his fitness level improves (drastically and consistently), he 'can' be a force to be reckon with. It is a huge task and if Sir Alex cannot bring him back from the dead, no one else could. The messed up Newcastle surely couldn't and didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in Sir Alex and I will always support Man Utd. Plus, we did not have to use any of the transfer kit boosted by the sale of some traitor to secure someone with a good record. Further, Owen's contract seemed to be incentive-based (did not hear the confirmation though). Therefore, we did not lose much even if Owen does not perform or like he always does, warmed up the supporters bench due to various injuries because not much money has been put onto him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only thing I can hope for is the transfer does not stop here. Losing 2 star players while some other teams is collecting star players surely does not help Man Utd to continue their journey in conquering the world. Pray that some much more exciting transfer will hit this month, someone like Sergio Aguero would fit the bill perfectly, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-1815145202953564738?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/1815145202953564738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=1815145202953564738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/1815145202953564738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/1815145202953564738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-owen.html' title='The second Owen'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-633205061601879100</id><published>2009-07-03T14:57:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:14:49.422+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>I Am Not A Fan</title><content type='html'>I am not a fan. In fact, I have no previous knowledge of the series except for a bald guy and a huge ship traveling across the space to look for some alien lifeforms, although some other aliens are already on board the ship. Heck, I do not even know that the bald guy's character is not going to be in the movie. There is a lot of things that I did not know about Star Trek and I walked into the cinema without much anticipation, expectation. I just wanted to watch a movie and was I in for a surprise!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/Sk2cQ9rPV6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/uH8vE91FOqg/s1600-h/the-new-star-trek-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/Sk2cQ9rPV6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/uH8vE91FOqg/s320/the-new-star-trek-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354107347261151138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek starts off with a bang and it is filled with emotions which leads into a great story that took place umpteenth years later after the opening. The pace of the story is at a good speed. It is neither confusing nor boring and slow. Having no knowledge of the Star Trek universe and who is Spock and how is Spock(s) connected to the whole story really keeps me curious and seated to keep watching as Star Trek throws a few pleasant surprise at you once in a while. my definition of a good movie is it always keeps you interest and Star Trek definitely kept me from going to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Storyline aparts, there is a good amount of humour to keep me laughing throughout the movie thanks to a great crew and actors. The characters in Star Trek are memorable with opposing attitudes. Spock is cool with his serious, no-nonsense demeanour and his little feud with his opposite, Captain Kirk keeps up the tension level. Kirk's smirky and sarcastic remarks plus with Scott Montgomery's funny British accents make it all the funnier and entertaining. Being able to laugh is why we watch a movie, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/Sk2cfkSSBiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4t8noX_Hwio/s1600-h/StarTrek+Movie+Poster+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/Sk2cfkSSBiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4t8noX_Hwio/s320/StarTrek+Movie+Poster+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354107598143620642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;All the funny guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/Sk2c7TjMFvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/KDnnWtW7Ep8/s1600-h/star-trek-review1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/Sk2c7TjMFvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/KDnnWtW7Ep8/s320/star-trek-review1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354108074687469298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yin and Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Action is okay with nothing spectacular to shout about. Ship to ship combat, hand to hand combat, some gun shooting scenes and some big explosion is nice to see but not over the top. It is nice to see but definitely not 'wow' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing much to say about this movie except that it is awesome. The last thing I walked out of the cinema with this sense of satisfaction was The Darknight, a much philosophical movie. Star Trek is not philosophical. It is just a movie that has a very good storyline that will keep your butt glued to seat, at least for the first watch. A show that is definitely not to be missed if you are even remotely interested in a action and kinda funny movie with an good, interesting storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: loving this movie still does not make me a fan or a trekkie geek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-633205061601879100?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/633205061601879100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=633205061601879100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/633205061601879100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/633205061601879100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-not-fan.html' title='I Am Not A Fan'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/Sk2cQ9rPV6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/uH8vE91FOqg/s72-c/the-new-star-trek-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-6859886158296786975</id><published>2009-06-10T23:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:14:55.894+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Overly Wise Words</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine has refer to me as the person who the one who has lots of overly wise. Maybe I do and today I have one more. Another friend of mine send me an email of a principle named 90/10 principle. It is something I have read and agreed and since now I have a little blog (in which I may or may not update regularly) I would like to share this little wise (or overly wise) words and or principle written by Stephen Covey, a management Guru, with all my fellow readers (hopefully dedicated). Here we go, the 90/10 principle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10% of life is made up of what happens to you. 90% of life is decided by how you react. What does this mean? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us. We cannot stop the car from breaking down. The plane will be late arriving, which throws our whole schedule off. A driver may cut us off in traffic. We have no control over this 10%. The other 90% is different. You determine the other 90%. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By your reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You cannot control a red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;light.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; but you can control your reaction. Don't let people fool you; YOU can control how you react. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's use an example. You are eating breakfast with your family. Your &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; knocks over a cup of coffee onto your business shirt. You have no control over what just what happened. What happens when the next will be determined by how you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="SpellE"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;react.You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; curse. You harshly scold your daughter for &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;knocking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; the cup over. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She breaks down in tears. After scolding her, you turn to your spouse and criticize her for placing the cup too close to the edge of the table. A short verbal battle follows. You storm upstairs and change your shirt. Back downstairs, you find your daughter has been too busy crying to finish breakfast and get ready for school. She misses the bus. Your spouse must leave &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; for work. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You rush to the car and drive your daughter to school. Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed limit. After a 15-minute delay and &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;throwing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; $60 traffic fine away, you arrive at school. Your daughter runs into the building without saying goodbye. After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you forgot your briefcase. Your day has started terrible. As it continues, it seems to get worse and worse. You look forward to coming home, When you arrive home, you find small wedge in your relationship with your &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;spouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and daughter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because of how you reacted in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Why did you have a bad day? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A) Did the coffee cause it? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B) Did your daughter cause it? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C) Did the policeman cause it? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D) Did you cause it? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The answer is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;". &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You had no control over what happened with the coffee. How you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day. Here is what could have and should have happened. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coffee splashes over you. Your daughter is about to cry. You gently say, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ok honey, you just need, to be more careful next time". Grabbing a towel you rush &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;upstairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase, you come back down in time to look through the window and see your child getting on the bus. She turns and waves. You arrive 5 minutes early and cheerfully greet the staff. Your boss comments on how good the day you are having. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Notice the difference? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two different scenarios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Both started the same. Both &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; different. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because of how you REACTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You really do not have any control over 10% of what happens. The other 90% was determined by your reaction. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some ways to apply the 90/10 principle. If someone says something negative about you, don't be a sponge. Let the attack roll off like water on glass. You don't have to let the negative comment affect you! React properly and it will not ruin your day. A wrong reaction could result in losing a friend, being fired, getting stressed out etc. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do you react if someone cuts you off in traffic? Do you lose your temper? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pound on the steering wheel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; A friend of mine had the steering wheel fall off) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you curse? Does your blood pressure skyrocket? Do you try and bump them? WHO CARES if you arrive ten seconds later at work? Why let the cars ruin your drive? Remember the 90/10 principle, and do not worry about it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are told you lost your job. Why lose sleep and get irritated? It will work out. Use your worrying energy and time into finding another job. The plane is late; it is going to mangle your schedule for the day. Why take out your frustration on the flight attendant? She has no control over what is going on. Use your time to study, get to know the other passenger. Why get stressed out? It will just make things worse. Now you know the 90-10 principle. Apply it and you will be amazed at the results. You will lose nothing if you try it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The 90-10 principle is incredible. Very few know and apply this principle. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The result?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Millions of people are suffering from undeserved stress, trials, problems and heartache. We all must understand and apply the 90/10 principle. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;It CAN change your life!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Stephen Covey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In simple words, a negative reaction towards a negative events will create a series of unfortunate (negative) events. I, myself, have fallen victim to such situation and such negativity and nothing good has came out of it besides getting to release the pent up anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Positive reactions will create a series of fortunate events! True but I guess the word 'positive' can be seen in a lot of angle. Do we smile all the time even to those that purposely wanted to hurt us and/or fool us. A clever reaction may indeed be needed. I guess negative reaction refers only to action that have not gone through the machine human likes to call brain that may be trigger by a sense of dissatisfaction (anger in blunt). I have done this before and it has only further hurt people that I like, means something to me and/or love (meaning people I hate to hurt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, if, in anyway we are going through that period where signals skip our thinking machine, think of 90/10. How? I dunno. The signals already skipped the brain. but maybe in our heart that we can think much better. For the future of what we love to call 'LOVE'. Peace to the world, love to the humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OVERLY WISE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-6859886158296786975?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/6859886158296786975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=6859886158296786975&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/6859886158296786975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/6859886158296786975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/06/overly-wise-words.html' title='Overly Wise Words'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-101464303319606906</id><published>2009-05-06T19:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:15:04.459+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>To the final we march</title><content type='html'>On a night where I can barely keep my eyes open, Man Utd managed to march forward towards the finish line in Champion League by humiliating beating a lacklustre Arsenal that has provided not much of entertainment past 11 mins (hence why I am dozing off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I missed the first 2 goals as I was still slumberly in lalaland but the third goal was sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet. I know Ronaldo's first goal was from 41 yards out but a good, swift counterattack/beautiful build-up goal is still an awesome goal. This proves how well the Roos compliment and played with each other. For the Ronaldo's first goal, some might blame Almunia for being a doink but Ronaldo's ball looks faster than a train even in slow-mo. Kudos to him. That goal is a freakin strong reminder of the statement 'Sell Ronaldo and die'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Man Utd manages to march towards the final with style. There is a last hurdle before Man Utd can claim to break the record of successfully defending the Champion League (meaning winning it twice in a row). This is surely a record that no other team (or cocky supporters *cough*shim*cough) look down upon. Braggin right aside, this final hurdle will be the hardest, toughest, and brutal test ever but I am sure we (MAN UTD and their die-hard fans) will be at out best in ROME battling for victory and glor. I will end this post with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GLORY GLORY MAN UTD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-101464303319606906?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/101464303319606906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=101464303319606906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/101464303319606906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/101464303319606906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-final-we-march.html' title='To the final we march'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-8154556155524279376</id><published>2009-05-06T19:47:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:15:33.125+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>and it keeps repeating</title><content type='html'>On the Ahseng Top Ten Song of the week, one song has sit atop the chart for the second week running. Furthermore, it has been on Ahseng's computer repeating itself over and over and over again until Ahseng has to listen to something else (when he watches drama, series, sitcom, anime, bla bla bla after work till sleep). The chart-topping short is 'Love Story' by Taylor Swift. Here is the MV for the songs. While you are listening/watching this video, Ahseng is probably having it on repeat mode tooo. Enjoy the champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/51Lv9vs6xwo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/51Lv9vs6xwo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics. KARAOKE TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;We were both young when I first saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I close my eyes and the flashback starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;See you make your way through the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And say hello, little did I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And I was crying on the staircase, begging you please don't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It's a love story, baby just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So I sneak out to the garden to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So close your eyes, let's leave this town for a little while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But you were everything to me, I was begging you please don't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It's a love story, baby just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Romeo save me they're tryna tell me how to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;this love is difficult, but it's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Don't be afraid we'll make it out of this mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It's a love story, baby just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I got tired of waiting wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;My faith in you is fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I'll keep waiting for you, but you never come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Is this in my head, I don't know what to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Marry me Juliet you'll never have to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I love you and that's all I really know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I talked to your dad you'll pick out a white dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It's a love story, baby just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;We were both young when I first saw you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-8154556155524279376?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/8154556155524279376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=8154556155524279376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/8154556155524279376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/8154556155524279376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-it-keeps-repeating.html' title='and it keeps repeating'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-3095967982825260487</id><published>2009-04-22T23:06:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:16:01.727+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life of a teacher</title><content type='html'>Life of a teacher can be anything from tired to fun, different to repetitive tasks, happy to angry, awesome to lame, responsible to I don't care anymore. It all depends on the type of students you have, the type of colleagues that work with you and ask you to work, the type of boss you have and the type of patience you hold. Whatever it is, there is one thing that certainly hold true to all teachers. Something that all teachers will agree. Those teachers that do not think the same is either very dedicated or super ultra massively dedicated. What is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate marking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I said it and I believe that every teachers in this whole wide world hate marking. Maybe some don't but I do. I really really do. But I know I have to do it. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 5 class. I have around 30 students in each class. I have an approximately 150 students under my wings. And of course, I have 150 books to mark. Scary. Scaaaaaaaaary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may think that marking 150 different works may be tiring. Well, marking 150 works that are almost similar is worse. 150 of grammatically horrible work. 150 of incomprehensible essay to mark......ok I am exaggerating. Some students' writings are comprehensible but far from good. But most students will have at least an incomprehensible sentence. Half of them will have more. End of the day, most of them that will kill my brain cell in my attempt to correct them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the worse of all is since I teach 2 English Language challenged classes, they have the best essay of all. A class of 30 students will only have 3 or 4 genuine works. This means that there will be around 5-10 essays that contain similar essays with very minor changes. The best of all is all these essays have similarly grammatically horrible and incomprehensible sentence/essay/facts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marking book is hard, brain-torturing, and mentally challenging. However, to learn is to make mistake and learn not to repeat it. Hence, as a teacher, we must do our best to correct students' mistake and we must also allow them to make those mistake. As long as students are willing to try, we must be patient with their mistake, correcting one by one, slowly but surely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the meantime, let me rant myself away. I hate marking. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-3095967982825260487?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/3095967982825260487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=3095967982825260487&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/3095967982825260487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/3095967982825260487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-of-teacher.html' title='Life of a teacher'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-3611058447958014529</id><published>2009-04-03T03:54:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:16:01.727+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>of fools and idiots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was 8.45. The night was dark. Street lights and a dim moonlight pour onto the lonely street. I was just relaxing, watching a movie, laughing my heart out at Tony Leung, Miriam Yeung and Ronald Cheng. Little do I know that I will not be able to laugh anymore, not tonight, not till it subsides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a normal sound, a normal sound a bike rushing past. It was normal, ordinary, until BOOM. A deft sound ran across the road into the night and into my ears. Continuing after the sound was a bike, speeding off, disappearing, fast and cruelly. I felt shocked, stood up and make my way towards the door, towards the gate. Each step I took was long, fearing an unwanted incident, fearing the worst because it was definitely far from the sweetest sound. It was fury, it was angry, it was heartache, it was bad. The night was dark. The little light that made it through onto the street showed nothing. The road was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes swayed to something else, something dear to me, something that has been keeping me sane in this land of nothingness. A powderish elements was found sitting on the boot of my car. It was everywhere on my car, and on the road. I looked around to search for a sign of raindrop, or maybe hails. There were none. The powder did not seem to go far away from my car. I took a few more step closer, nearer to my car fearing the worst. It was unthinkable. More familiar elements rest gently inside the car. The glass shone back at me. The moonlight reflects no more on my windscreen, for it was not there anymore, shattered beyond recognition. There were only small pieces of glasses, everywhere, in, on and around my automobile. Messages going through my head simultaneously. All sorts of emotion flying through. Anger, dissapointment, sadness, fear, deja vu. Nothing was positive at that moment. Nothing seemed to be the answer. There were only silent and gasping of the unthinkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calls were made. Police station seemed to be the most appropriate destination. Report was made. Answer was predictable. No witness, no evidence, no one willing to do some CSI thingy on the piece of huge rocks that lies motionless at the back of my car. Expected disappointment accompanied us, myself the most, out of the station back to crime scene. Calls were made again. No insurance for the windscreen, no luck for the day. More calls were made. Price ranges from 300 to well over 700 hundreds depending on the quality of the future windscreen. Phone stayed silent. I stayed silent. We stayed silent. Cleaning up seemed to be the only thing left to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shattered pieces of part of my sanity was picked up and put into a plastic bag. Gloves kept us safe. Meticulous was my only hope of not further damaging my sanity, my car, myself. People came and help. Teachers, teacher's husband, doctors, neighbours. Apart from the idiots and fools, kind hearted people do live among us. Minority does not make a society but minority has struck tonight, shattering part of my sanity. Cleaning up, picking up the pieces was not easy, but it had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on. Maybe it is a blessing in disguise, somehow. Maybe I should changed my windscreen to one with better quality that will restrain shattering. Safer. Safety was all that I could think of now. I still felt like punching whoever that did this, but violence is not what is need. Education and love are. Whoever that did this lacks the education and love. Insanity, fools, or idiots is a result of a loveless, educationless, uncaring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up the possibility, analysing the situation, I can, might or just maybe come up with a few reasons for whatever that has happened tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) paperwork - maybe to some of you that this seems to be a far off answer. However, if we think deeply, the ridiculous amount of paperwork might just be the reason why our education is failing. Think about it, would one teacher dedicate her life to teach the students if she is buried by a ridiculous amount of redundant, boring paperwork. Would you teach the students properly when there are a stack of papers waiting for you at your office and you know damn well you would not be able to finish doing it before the next holiday arrives. Would you even care to give small peptalk, educate the students, humanize the students and make the a part of a caring society if all you see in front of you are redundant, ridiculous paperworks that can and could be easier but not. The reason that Malaysian education is failing is not because we do not have enough teacher, or our system is bad. It is that we never strive to improve the system so that less paperworks for teacher and more teaching of humanity to students. This is not a definite answer but definitely a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Difficulty in making a living - Some of us are obsessed in finding a living, making money to bring their family through to another day by putting food on the table. Some of us are obsessed in just making money. Whatever it is, some parents do not spend enough time with their child and not giving them enough attention and/or love. This, as you know, will certainly lead to social problems. Kids, will, search for attention, and sometimes, in a way that will punish innocent civilians, someone like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Whatever you say is wrong and whatever I say is correct - Freedom of speech is not encouraged in Malaysia. Students are taught to obey the teacher and whatever the teacher said is correct and whatever the students say is correct. My point of view, students should be encouraged to give their opinion. That being said, students should also be taught how to give constructive opinion rather that just destructive, condemning one. That, in my opinion, is what is lacking in Malaysian's education system. Therefore, students kept their feeling within them, spilling their emotion in a more quiet but destructive way, so that they can release their pent-up emotion without anyone criticising them. And somehow, I am their victim of their pent-up stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, what has happened has happened. For all I know, it may just be a blessing in disguise. I may never know. Live has to be lived whether you are happy, angry, or sad. I choose to be happy. I am just grateful that I still can make a living to earn back what I have lost today. Hope whatever I wrote yesterday will help me walk my life of tomorrow. And may God bless the lost souls and bring them back to the road of love. And may my readers be free of such incidents. Be well and be happy. Darn, my mind is playing the song 'Don't worry, be happy.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-3611058447958014529?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/3611058447958014529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=3611058447958014529&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/3611058447958014529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/3611058447958014529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-fools-and-idiots.html' title='of fools and idiots'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-1321781426076325771</id><published>2009-04-02T03:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:16:01.727+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A story of Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Browsing through my hotmail and youtube, I found a piece of story that I would like to share with all my dear readers. Dick and Rick Hoyts are father and son and to me, they are one of the most inspirational father and son that I have heard or seen. Rick (the son) has a disability (not quite sure of the disability's name and I wouldn't want to say the wrong one) which prevents him from doing physical activities. However, one day, he asked his dad to help him run the IRONMAN triathlon, one that includes 4kms of swimming, 180kms of biking and 42kms of running. This is way beyond my capability (I would faint at 400..........meters)but for his son, his father would sacrifice whatever needed to fulfills his son's dream. A beautiful message at the end too. Here is the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dDnrLv6z-mM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dDnrLv6z-mM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You can do anything you want to do, as long as you make up your mind, you can do it', says Dick Hoyts.  How far will I go to achieve my dream? How deep will I dig to reach out for what I want. I do not know? But I will keep this quote and this father and son's achievement in mind when I do realise it is time to go out and grab my chance. Now, I just gotta know what my dream is. HAHA. darn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-1321781426076325771?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/1321781426076325771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=1321781426076325771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/1321781426076325771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/1321781426076325771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-of-inspiration.html' title='A story of Inspiration'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-4712289208136015266</id><published>2009-04-02T02:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:16:32.703+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>While I was just browsing around youtube to listen (and sing along with whoever that sings it)to 'I'm yours', I found an talent that has yet to be discovered (by whatever album production company of course). She has breathed new life into the song and has brought a different flavour to an already great song. Normally, if one is to sing someone else's song, it will not sound as good as the original version by the original singer but she has broke that rule and brought a new beautiful version of 'I'm yours'. Her voice is strong, smooth and beautiful. I guess music companies do miss out on some talent once in a while. I think they miss me out too!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is her rendition of 'I'm yours'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qArWgzw6gIw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qArWgzw6gIw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice do sounds a bit like a Hong Kong's singer, Janice (I am damn well sure those that read my blog won't know her but well, just worth a mention), which do have a strong, powerful, smooth, beautiful voice. Regardless, she has brought a different style to the song and make it wonderful in her own way. Kudos to her. Maybe I should have my rendition, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-4712289208136015266?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/4712289208136015266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=4712289208136015266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4712289208136015266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4712289208136015266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-4584169896450248504</id><published>2009-04-02T01:27:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:16:32.703+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Stress?</title><content type='html'>If your answer is yes, and damn well right I am stress, and I feel like killing someone right now!!!! Then listen to this song and give it a go at singing together. I found this song very relaxing, nice tune, good flow and just somehow, miraculously good for the song. singing it makes me feel joyful, not exuberant but just that my heart will smile a bit after singing it. You know this song and if you don't, ask yourself which part of the universe are you from!!! Definitely not earth. This song has been out for a while already and it is still at the top of my playlist/singlist/senglist. Enjoy, listen and damn well sing the song. SIIIIIIIIINNNNNG. I think my neighbour heard me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zut0TznmSu0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zut0TznmSu0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentleman, here are the words that you are supposed to use to sing the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill, but you're so hot that I melted&lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracks, now I'm tryin' to get back&lt;br /&gt;Before the cool done run out, I'll be givin' it my best-est&lt;br /&gt;And nothin's gonna stop me but divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hesitate no more&lt;br /&gt;No more, it cannot wait&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmmm&lt;br /&gt;Mm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and, damn, you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment, people dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;We're just one big family&lt;br /&gt;And it's our godforsaken right to be loved, loved, loved, loved, loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I won't hesitate no more&lt;br /&gt;No more, it cannot wait, I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate, our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dooj doo doo dooja dooja dooja doo doo&lt;br /&gt;Dooja wanta comma scooch on over closer, dear&lt;br /&gt;And I will nibble your ear&lt;br /&gt;Zoo da ba ba ba ba&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, Oh-whoa-oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spendin' way too long checkin' my tongue in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And bendin' over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;br /&gt;But my breath fogged up the glass&lt;br /&gt;And so I drew a new face and I laughed&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I be sayin' is there ain't no better reason&lt;br /&gt;To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;It's what we aim to do&lt;br /&gt;Our name is our virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hesitate no more&lt;br /&gt;No more, it cannot wait&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and, damn, you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you will find that the sky is yours&lt;br /&gt;So, please don't, please don't, please don't&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;'Cause our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This, oh this, oh this is our fate&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-4584169896450248504?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/4584169896450248504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=4584169896450248504&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4584169896450248504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4584169896450248504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/04/stress.html' title='Stress?'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-8522952077774341060</id><published>2009-03-25T02:30:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:16:57.478+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>and there is internet in endau</title><content type='html'>After like godzillion years, my old friend finally came back to stay with me. On a boring sunday nite, an uncle came bringing my old friend with him and since then, I found Internet...........in the middle of a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad, happy, overjoyed, exuberant, overly happy, overly overjoyed, overly exuberant being able to connect back to the world, and whats more, being able to connect to the world, in the middle of a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, feelings aside. The speed of the internet is not all that awesome, fast or furious. Back in city, the download goes all the way up to 150kbps but I would be lucky if the same download can goes all the way up to 50kbps, a third of I was used to, a third of what I can do here, in the middle of a jungle. Well, can't complain much because I am right in the middle of the jungle but I really want to play Killzone 2 online and with this speed, PSN keeps kicking me out. Guess they wouldn't want a lagger around annoying the crap out of everyone else that is not in the middle of a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the 512kpbs(yea rite) plan is what I am using currently, and it nets me a tenth of errrr what the plan's name says. And I do wonder if I were to apply for the 1mbps plan, will I be able to get a faster connection? Or, since 50kbps is already the fastest it can go up to, will changing the plan would just be like giving away 20 bucks to Telekom for nothin? Sigh, if only the internet can be as fast as the plan's name implies. That is what you get for living in the jungle, and frogs in your house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-8522952077774341060?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/8522952077774341060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=8522952077774341060&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/8522952077774341060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/8522952077774341060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-there-is-internet-in-endau.html' title='and there is internet in endau'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-4481198606336008258</id><published>2009-03-24T03:03:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:17:04.637+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Laugh'/><title type='text'>Something interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;A forwarded email from a friend of mine has shown something really interesting you can do with the images from google.com that you have searched. Just follow the instruction below, you can see something interesting, nothing mind boggling but just something nice that you do not see everyday. Off you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1.        Open Internet Explorer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2.        Go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://google.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Google.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3.        Click images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4.        Type "flowers" or any other word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5.        You will get a page which is having full of images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6.         Then delete the  URL  from the address bar and paste the following script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;javascript:R=0;S=0;T=0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;; x1=.1; y1=.05; x2=.25; y2=.24; x3=1.6; y3=.24;x4=300; y4=200; x5=300; y5=200; DI=document.images; DIL=DI.length;function A(){for(i=0; i&lt;dil; dis="DI[" position="'absolute';" left="Math.sin(R*x1+i*x2+x3)*x4+x5+Math.random()*10;DIS.top=" s=" math.sin(t);r+="&gt;&lt;/dil;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;See the magic of programming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they turn, and turn, and turn, and turn, and turn, and turn and turn and swirl. Ok, it is time to close the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-4481198606336008258?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/4481198606336008258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=4481198606336008258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4481198606336008258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4481198606336008258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-interesting.html' title='Something interesting'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-4935346052241626986</id><published>2009-03-17T02:41:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:16:57.478+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>City of Jungle</title><content type='html'>12th January is a day of significance. That very day marked the day in which I truly stepped into the world of career, a world outside of my comfort zone, and a world I have not stepped into before, a world in the city of Jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached this place, in which I might (praying day and night not) spend my next 4 years, at around 4.30pm. As soon as I stepped out of the car, a cool breeze hit my face, something that I might like, something that may be the only thing I like in this new place of mine. 12th of January was the day I stepped into this alien place that I will (still hopping not) have to call home for the next 4 years. What is this place? How is this place? Will I survive? Will I grow to ever like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endau is the name of this city of jungle in which I have been thoughtfully sent to. It is 36km away from the nearest TOWN (and i stress on the word town or rather SMALL town) Mersing. To the north, I have another SMALL TOWN named Kuala Rompin some 26km away. If you googled ENDAU, chances are you will find more stuff on Endau-Rompin national park rather than the not-so-famous smaller than town Endau town. This only goes to show the 'jungleness' of Endau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/Sb5_vmGAZOI/AAAAAAAAAME/X2SZ1xrc1UE/s1600-h/johor_mp1%28edited%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/Sb5_vmGAZOI/AAAAAAAAAME/X2SZ1xrc1UE/s400/johor_mp1%28edited%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313825066000082146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endau, in general is a very small town with only one not-so-long stretch of shoplots. There are also a few (may I stress on A FEW) other shops scattered all over Endau. The amounts of shoplots in Tmn Cheras alone might be able to match all of the shops available in Endau. There might be a bit of exaggeration inserted but certainly Endau might just be a fraction bigger than Tmn Cheras. 70 % of the people in Endau works as either fisherman or farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As small as this city of jungle is, finding basic necessity is not much of a problem: that is if you do not consider entertainment part of basic necessity. Food is always around in Endau. There are a good (good means passable) amount of food shops in Endau or the neighbouring smaller-than-Endau town, Tanjong Gemok (in no reference to my body size or the irony of the size of the town) is sufficient to keep me alive and well-fed. However, entertainment in the form of shopping mall, cinema, watever, watever, watever, is all a SHORT 2 hours drive from Endau. Whether u go north, south or west, it will be 2 hours aways from a real city that provides a shopping mall equipped with a cinema. So, can all of the basic necessity for a real human, ie, me, can be found in Endau? Nope. Not when I am here, in the city of jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I like Endau? Just to be clear, getting used to and like are really 2 different things. I feel that I will be able to get used to this city of jungle but I will never, ever, forever, like this tinee, wineee place some people might call a town. I will reach Kulai first whenever I drive south to JB and I felt so happy, and relieved, and overwhelmed, that I reached somewhere where buildings are tall and beautiful, and cars are rushing into a crawl. I have never felt so happy before getting caught in a jam. How have I take traffic jam for granted while in KL. It's frustating but it takes a jam to show you that you are living in a city instead of in the middle of a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next four years, I will survive the ordeal. Some people find it peaceful in Endau and I can't agree more. However, the longer I stay in Endau, the more I feel that I belong in a city. I have never felt that before until I live in a city of jungle. I guess it takes cold to know the sun and sadness to know the value of happiness. I hope that I am able to switch to a school in JB but if the bosses (both the one in heaven and the one in the office) wanted me to cramp myself in this city of jungle, I will try myself to make the best lemonade of out this lemon. Life is not a bed of roses, but even roses have thorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is never ever going to be perfect but it is how we perceive and handle the imperfect, that we will ever be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-4935346052241626986?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/4935346052241626986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=4935346052241626986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4935346052241626986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4935346052241626986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/03/city-of-jungle.html' title='City of Jungle'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/Sb5_vmGAZOI/AAAAAAAAAME/X2SZ1xrc1UE/s72-c/johor_mp1%28edited%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-4488215404292680404</id><published>2009-01-27T21:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:17:28.569+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The year of the OX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The year of the ox is upon me again, for the third time. First, was when I came into this world, second, was when I took that blardy UPSR exam and the significance for this third time around, is I am starting my career and earning meself some dough to make it past what everyone calls ‘life’. Only 2 weeks into this career/teaching thingy, I already am having my holidays due to the celebration for the arrival of ‘me and my fellow ox mates’ year. Ah, what an enjoyable career life. But I bet that after this one week of heaven, I will soon be back into reality facing the harshness of life/teaching. After this one week, I will have to plan my lesson, manage my class, teach the class and wait for various &lt;s&gt;crappy irrational&lt;/s&gt; important orders that will take all my time (I hope not). Life will soon be predictable after this one week but I will always be looking forward towards the weekend with my baby over in JB. What is enjoyment without knowing the meaning of suffering. I guess from now onwards, I will cherish every moment that I can get to spend some quality time with my family, friends and most importantly, my baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;To everyone that I know or don’t know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Happy Chinese 'NIU' year&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Have a great year of the ox and may your wishes come true&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Great health and great wealth to everyone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;GONG HEI FATT CHOY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-4488215404292680404?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/4488215404292680404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=4488215404292680404&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4488215404292680404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4488215404292680404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-of-ox.html' title='The year of the OX'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-6237733696691227236</id><published>2009-01-09T05:29:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:17:28.569+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It is coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is time. The reality will strike hard and real. In a couple of days time, I will leave my life that I have been living for the past 23 years, the life of a rascal that only knows how to enjoy himself without worrying much about work tomorrow morning (or afternoon), the life of a rascal that knows not the hardship of earning money, the rascal who go dating with &lt;a href="http://www.laydeediary.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;THE WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(EDITED), play games, watch movie, chat, surf the net, bla bla bla..........That life, that part of life of me will be over in a couple of days and the beginning of the future will commence on the 12th of January. A date to remember? I do not know but all I know is my life for the next 30 years or more will be very much different. I will be up early in the morning working to find income to sustain my life and hopefully more. In the next 30 years, I will have to cut down on all my entertainment including all the fun things I have mentioned above. In the next 30 years, my life will be different, will be hardwork, will be new real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have past 23 years of my life and I have no regrets looking back at it. I hope to live the rest of my life with no regrets too and I intend to live my life to the fullest. And to all my friends, family and loved one(bb of course), I hereby hope, wish and pray that all of us will have a happy life, a fullfilling life, a wonderful life. There might not be a happy ending but surely there will be neverending happy moments. To everyone out there, I wish you best of luck and best of life, not only in 2009 but throughout our entire life. Enjoy and Adious. It is really coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-6237733696691227236?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/6237733696691227236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=6237733696691227236&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/6237733696691227236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/6237733696691227236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-coming.html' title='It is coming'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-3155697610089737262</id><published>2009-01-01T16:40:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:04:09.095+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary of a New Year'/><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once again, one year has flashed by without us noticing it. Time flies and it is now the year 2009, the year of challenges and unexpected. Looking back at 2008, it was not the best year either with hopes that 2009 will be a much better year, because it is my year (apply to almost everyone of my age), the cow year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is filled with mixed tragedies and happenings. 2008 alone, I have lost 2 relatives that is, although much older than me, still mean a lot in my life especially during my younger times as they were the one that watched me grew up and treat me to all those fantastic meals. It was a loss as they went away, hopefully to a better place. Here, I wish my best wishes wherever they are to my Dai Ku Ma and Uncle Boey. And here I hope in 2009, days will pass with only healthy bills for everyone I known and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop is the happenings of 2008. of course this year, I were able to see my love almost everyday and I count my blessings for that. It will be a different this year as we will be apart. How far apart, we do not know but what I know is I will miss her very much as each day passes with us being apart. It already coming to 3 weeks now that I have not been with her, hugging her and I already felt the missing part growing in me. I miss the driving around town with her,  walking around the mall with her, huggin her while watching movie in the cinema, eating with her everynight, laughing at her for being so cutely blur and huggin her whenever she needs it.  In 2009, I wish to be able to see her more often than I think I could. I will miss you my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009 too, I will be apart, definitely, for sure, from all my friends that I have known and loved (not in a gay way). This year, we have broke all the rules in the hostel by making our 'penthouse' the entertainment centre. We played cards games, video games, sporty games (not in the hostel of course and not that much for me of course) parties, midnight ramblings etc etc etc and we enjoyed ourselves to the epitome of enjoyment It was a great years in term of enjoyment of multiplayers game and we have never felt so close together. But as every start has an end. The end of 2008 brings an end of togetherness in the penthouse and the start of 2009 spells the start of individual worklife. It has been 3 weeks and I have already missed the midnight ramblings or those b*****ds shouting big 2, big 2 as I am blasting the Locusts to hell with other dudes. 2008 is definitely a year I am going to miss because 2009 is going to be so different. Here, as much as I do not like the hostel, thank you to you guys for making me stay such a memorable one. I will miss you and may we meet in 2009 for Big 2 and multiplayer again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is here, finally, and I will soon leave my home, where I was well-fed, with good roofs over my head and good beds for me day and night (more than just for sleeping). I will miss my family and I will make a vow to come back every now and then and treat them to goood foood (of course after they treat me). Where I am going, I do not know, yet, not until the 5th of January. 2009 will signifies the start of my life, as a grown-up, searching for my own financial income, searching for a way to feed myself and my loved one, searching for my life. I do not know what I will be come the end of this year, or even where I will be and how far can I go up the ladder of occupation but what I am sure is, I will strive to succeed and bring happiness to everyone around me. Goodbye I bid to a memorable 2008, for the goods and the bads, for the tears to the enjoyment. Welcome 2009 and may you be a year of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To whoever who stumbles upon this site, may you have a&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY AND GREAT 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Adious 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-3155697610089737262?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/3155697610089737262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=3155697610089737262&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/3155697610089737262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/3155697610089737262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-6643264331306561810</id><published>2008-12-20T19:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:18:50.817+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wanted List</title><content type='html'>End of the year is approaching faster than I think it would. Therefore, I need to get myself (and my things) prepared for the imminent move to wherever my boss thinks need me. Sooooo, wherever I am, city, town, small town, really small town, village, village with no electricity, village with no life etc etc etc, I am going to list down the things that I want (need, actually) to buy now in order to survive the harshness of life and asking students to learn everyday (seriously not an easy task). Not in order of priority, the list will consists of.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Working Attire (It's a crappily tough dress code in school, though, like I care much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) LCD monitor/tv (based on my financial situation, most likely I will try to get a LCD monitor that have AV and component input so that I can run my sweet 360 and ps3 whenever I need to kill something to release my rage-of course due to work tension. Healthy way of stress release, no? Have to wait for posting to decide when and which model to buy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A 500gb external storage ( I will get, most probably, a Seagate external 2.5inch drive so that I can sratch my download itch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Webcam (so that I can see my dearie everyday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Still thinking....... any suggestions??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-6643264331306561810?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/6643264331306561810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=6643264331306561810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/6643264331306561810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/6643264331306561810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-wanted-list.html' title='My Wanted List'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-8824606545000519741</id><published>2008-11-17T02:14:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:38:56.900+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been asked this question before. What is my all time favourite movie? It was a question that I was not able to answer up to today. Today, I somehow, out of boredom, watched this movie for the second time. I was just planning to watch for a short while, just see again some of the cool action in the movie. What I didn’t know or realize is I sat through the movie the second time for a full 2 hours. I keep telling myself to stop the movie and watch something that I haven’t watch but I was stucked. I guessed I found my favourite movie, of all time, The Dark Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some of you might ask if I love a movie that much, why did it take me so long to watch the movie for second time. The thing is I am not the type of person that watches a movie over and over again. I am a person that easily gets bored. To get me captivated in a movie for the second time through only a few months after I initially watch it is something special. The best thing is, after finishing the movie, I still have the sense of enjoyment and satisfaction found when I watched the movie for the first time, and perhaps even more for I understood the deep lying meaning of the dialogues even further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spoilers Alert (but after 5 months the movie has been released, any Tom, Dick and Harry should have seen it, no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the movie was aptly named but not easily seen. Changed from Batman to the Dark Knight, I too thought it was just a special gimmick to breathe new life into a fading brand. But the name ‘Dark Knight’ bears more meaning to its soul. Often time, a superhero movie is just a movie about heroes defeating the villain after taking on somewhat impossible feats. The Dark Knight was more than just a superhero movie. It was not about the knight in shinning armour saving the all so beautiful lady and/or the world but a hero that is meant to be kept in the dark, a hero that sees no favour returned, a hero that will be hunted by the force not because he is wrong, but because he can take it. And in return, the knight will keep himself in the dark to protect those that hunts him. That was the ending of the story, and for that, I felt was a good ending, or was it a good beginning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SSA8el8YEMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZLOAPQ9jgZ8/s1600-h/darkknight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269278060302569666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SSA8el8YEMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZLOAPQ9jgZ8/s400/darkknight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The knight that should see no light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joker was apart from being a lunatic (understatement, that is), also an overwhelming, awe-inspiring character that brings a superhero movie to a new level. He is mad, but not completely mad. On the outer layer, The Joker seems like a lunatic who has no purpose and just wanted to screw everything up. Heck, based on previous rendition of the Dark Knight, The Joker seems to be like a weak and crazy idiot who loves to do nothing but destroy stuff. But the movie breathed a new meaning into The Joker, he became a symbol of injustice, insecurity and desperation. He became the line, the line that separates good and evil and oftentime he tempted humanity to cross that very line, The Dark Knight was not a battle between The Joker and Batman but rather, a battle of humanity, a battle of conscience, a battle of ethics, a battle of what is right and what is wrong. For me, nobody won at the end. Not Batman, not Joker, but those who stood through insecurity and desperation have won the battle of humanity but Gotham too have actually lose a symbol of justice. The boats did not blow up, yes, but Harvey Dent, the symbol of good and justice has acted out of insecurity, out of desperation, out of revenge. In a small way, The Joker won in bringing down that very symbol although the people of Gotham, or the world as a matter of fact do have conscience. And for the greater good, the knight has to be hunted and can only act in the dark while the commissioner has to tell a lie to the whole world. Has justice really won? Has Batman really won or was it Joker who wins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other aspects of the movie such as acting, cinematography, action sequence and story telling was of course, top notch. The action was good, it wasn’t the best but it surely brings the story forward in a fashionable way. I particularly like the story telling method. It was able to keep me in sit wanting to know what is up Joker’s sleeve and what would happen next. Plus, I like the excitement created when they try to tell a few things that are connected simultaneously by switching back and forth. It is rather genius, exciting and suitably fast paced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SSA9-43eQgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/e12buUHXhi4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269279714649719298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SSA9-43eQgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/e12buUHXhi4/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heath's last and best&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in The Dark Knight has done a remarkable or even extraordinary job in bringing the movie to life. Aaron Eckhart as Harvey Dent too deserves some applause. But one has to win the top award. Here, I would like to place my respect to one of the greatest actor who had given his soul into the character, the late Heath Ledger as The Joker. Before his tragic death, he has put all he has into bringing The Joker beyond what The Joker ever represented. Now, The Joker carries with him more meaning that just someone for Batman to hunt. Like Harvey Dent used to say, ‘you either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain’, and he has died a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: 6 out of 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-8824606545000519741?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/8824606545000519741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=8824606545000519741&amp;isPopup=true' title='108 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/8824606545000519741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/8824606545000519741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-either-die-hero-or-you-live-long.html' title='You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SSA8el8YEMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZLOAPQ9jgZ8/s72-c/darkknight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>108</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-1037690739033427151</id><published>2008-11-15T03:33:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T04:50:05.642+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wendy's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SR26GtT-ZsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KsnLDpL9w4Q/s1600-h/270px-Wendy%2527s_logo_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268571763498706626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SR26GtT-ZsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KsnLDpL9w4Q/s400/270px-Wendy%2527s_logo_svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh cute little red-haired girl serving hamburgers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those that do not know what or who is Wendy's, it is actually Fast Food Restaurants that are, much like McDonalds, burger based. There are 2 Wendy's that I known for now. One in Sunway Pyramind and the other one is in Jaya One, Jln Universiti. I have been to the Wendy's in Jaya One twice now and both times, me and my friends went to Wendy's just because it started to rain while we were enroute to SS2 Murni. Since we knew it will be impossible to get a seat at SS2 Murni especially when it is raining and Wendy's is located between where I stay and SS2 Murni, we decided to try it out. Verdict, better than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Burger Fast Food Restaurant, it is inevitable to draw a comparison between Wendy's, McDonald and yours truly, Carls Jr. Mostly the comparison will be between McDonald and Wendy's as 1) I have only visited Carl's Jr once, 2) Carl's Jr is way too expensive and 3) Carl's Jr is too good beyond comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the Spicy Chicken Sensation medium combo on my first visit. I like the burger pretty much. It is better than Spicy Chicken McDeluxe of McDonald. The meat is not much of a difference but the serving of salad in the burger at Wendy's is way more generous and fresh unlike McDonald who gives you one piece of pretty dead lettuce and ummm....... thats it. Everything seems fresher in Wendy's from the bun to the meat to salad except the fries. McDonald still has the upperhand in the fries department but other than that, they got beaten flat by Wendy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second visit to Wendy's helps me to find out more about the food there too. This time I ordered 1/2 pounder burger medium combo, 2 pieces of chicken, Spicy Chicken Sensation Burger and a normal chocolate Frosty. Now before you accused me of being a big fatter eater who do not know how to stop, the food ain't for me alone. I am impressed once again with the burger and its freshness. Its not the best burger since we got Ramly Burger and Carls Jr, but it definitely beat the biggest burger franchise in the world, McDonkey. While the burgers are good, the fries did not do that well and the chicken will definitely not get my vote as McDonalds' spicy Chicken is much better than Wendy's. If you ask me about KFC's chicken, its between McDonald's and Wendy's, where Wendy's being the worse. It is not that bad but with so many choices out there, Wendy's chicken surely did not stand out. The normal Frosty is well, normal. Nothing to shout about. However, one of my friend ordered the Twisted (not so normal) Frosty with blended Oreo. Much like McDonald's ummmmm that thing with Oreo lor (it's name slipped my mind, sorry) (*Update: McFlurry). It is a watered-down version of that McDonald's thingy. Now, when I say watered-down, you must be thinking it is a ripoff. In actual fact, I like the Wendy's version better because the McDonald's is just tooo freaking thick. Wendy's twisted Frosty got the thickness right and its damn blardy smooth with just the right amount of Oreo to tickle the tongue. It reminded me of the best Vanilla milkshake I had in TGIF a millenium ago. This Twisted Frosty ain't called a Vanilla milkshake but it sure is the most awesome Oreo twisted Vanilla Milkshake ever, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price factor. It is definitely not Carls Jr. price. It is not even close. In actual fact, it is only teenie weenie more expensive than McDonalds'. It is really not that expensive. It is a price difference that I would like to pay for more and fresher Salad in my burgers and ultimately, a better experience than McDonkey. Will I visit Wendy's? Indefinitely. I still got that interesting potato and chili that I have yet to try out. mmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-1037690739033427151?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/1037690739033427151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=1037690739033427151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/1037690739033427151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/1037690739033427151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2008/11/wendys.html' title='Wendy&apos;s'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SR26GtT-ZsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KsnLDpL9w4Q/s72-c/270px-Wendy%2527s_logo_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-4385600232060829744</id><published>2008-11-02T05:39:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T06:20:38.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'>(Insert name here), I chose you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After finishing the 2nd Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney game, I decided to revisit a world that I have abandoned for god knows how many thousand years ago. It was a simple game back then with thought provoking choices that one had to make. It looked and presented itself as a simple RPG games for children. In reality, It has much more to offer. It is not a simple game by nature. Small little children might lose on his first battle. Older children will lose a little more into the game and when the children grew old enough to play the game, older people who have no love for games will start asking ‘aren’t you a bit old to be playing Pokémon’? I am now double the age where one should not be playing Pokemon anymore and yet, after deciding to play the diamond version instead of pearl due to its more masculine approach, I got stuck, big and long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263765653682903986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQym-TCr27I/AAAAAAAAAEs/MKKomw_OkU4/s400/PokemonDiamondBox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQymiHzluvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/O3Ng2zzdxpI/s1600-h/PokemonPearlBox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263765169630460658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQymiHzluvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/O3Ng2zzdxpI/s400/PokemonPearlBox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can't see it clearly but the Pearl Version is PINK. FOR GOD SAKE, IT'S PINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It weird, after I-have-no-idea-how–many–freaking years, I found good fun in a game that has not changed that much after I-have-no-idea-how–many–freaking years. The battle system is the almost the same. The graphic is still 2D. The overall gameplay and exploration is the same. And even the story is not much of a difference. Except for the growing list of I-know-I-am-cute creatures, nothing has changed much. And yet, I got stucked for 70 over hours and the time is ever growing. I have now finished the game but every now and then I get compelled to add to my ever growing list of I-know-I-am-cute creatures. This time around however, after defeating the game ending boss, there seemed to be much more thing to do and places to explore. Therefore, I think this game will push my gametime to over 80 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Why I got hooked on it? The long list of available Pokemon will lure you to choose and rechoose your list of Pokemon. Why do I need to choose? I can only carry around 6 Pokemons around at any time and I have to use them to battle the battles that await my awesome 6. I chose my awesome 6 based on their appearances (yes, not all of them are cute, handsome, good-looking, pretty, cool………..), elements and stats, and moves. Each and every Pokemon is different. Some are cute but useless in battle, some looks like a mutant but yet they are devastating in battles. Other than that, each and every element is strong against some elements and weak against others. Much like rock, paper and scissors. We have to make the right choices. Much like life. This make this game not as simple and dimwitted as it looked. It is certainly a good RPG with same ol lame storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQyooDvxcXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/h0WHeM-A8-c/s1600-h/starter-pokemon-diamond-pearl-ds-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263767470643179890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQyooDvxcXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/h0WHeM-A8-c/s400/starter-pokemon-diamond-pearl-ds-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your first choice: Either one of the I-Know-I-Am-Cute Pokemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQyo0XExmcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DL-KTLy6dOc/s1600-h/pokemon-diamond-20070307064832225-000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263767681989974466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQyo0XExmcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DL-KTLy6dOc/s400/pokemon-diamond-20070307064832225-000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Squirrel vs. Rock, who do you think will win??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQyoOwwIDII/AAAAAAAAAE8/5fSW0IOcOso/s1600-h/150px-Nightime_feature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263767036047658114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQyoOwwIDII/AAAAAAAAAE8/5fSW0IOcOso/s400/150px-Nightime_feature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's 10, you shouldn't be playing the game!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is not a perfect game, some issues still bug me. There is a feeling that the developers could bring more changes that will give it a fresher game. The beauty contest did not really interest me at all (thanking god that it is not compulsory). The addition of Global Trade Station is good it is only important for collectors and not casual players of the game. After so many years since the first Pokemon, one would expect biggah changes. The storyline and the battle system does need a fresh look. One more thing that I find annoying is how slow and repetitive the in-game text is. Everytime I send my pokemon to the vets, I get the same four or five boxes of dialogues and over the 70 hours, I send my Pokemon to the vets A LOT of times. I love them so much you see. Therefore, it becomes annoying and repetive and makes the game moves at a much slower speed that doesnt help to ovelook the same OL STORYLINE. I can't let that go, can I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a gamer, you ought to try Pokemon once in a while. Although it does make itself look like a childish low-level kinda game, it is not actually that lame of a game. Once you jump into the Pokemon world, it is actually hard to get out of it as you keep finding new Pokemon. Further into the game, you will start asking yourself which Pokemon you will choose to become your battle slaves. It has it weakness but the sheer amount of choices and thinking to make, it undoubtly became an addicitive game. If you are a busy person, stay away from it so that you do not get yourself caught playing Pokemon at work. It is definitely playable at work because it is such a multitask-able game that I chatted, watch drama and play the game at the same time (mainly due to slow and repetitive text and SAME OL STORYLINE). But maybe that is why it is such a great game!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Same Ol Verdict: 4/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-4385600232060829744?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/4385600232060829744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=4385600232060829744&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4385600232060829744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4385600232060829744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2008/11/insert-name-here-i-chose-you.html' title='(Insert name here), I chose you'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQym-TCr27I/AAAAAAAAAEs/MKKomw_OkU4/s72-c/PokemonDiamondBox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-4500536231011648570</id><published>2008-10-28T18:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:15:56.677+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not the end.........</title><content type='html'>Everton 1 - 1 Man utd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to write something about this match because a lot of comments (positive and negative alike) have been made about it. Some even says that this spells the end of Man Utd era. Bollocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man utd drew a game that they should have won. Man Utd walks over Everton during the first half of the game and yet, somehow, magically, uncharacteristicly switch off their hardworking engine and switch to ''reverse'' gear. It's a retarded second half as far as Man Utd and its' undying fans are concerned. Rio loses his cool not once but twice. If Everton is lucky to have only concede one goal in the first half, we are lucky not to lose the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wayne has been targeted for kissing the badge of greatness in front of Everton's fans and it became a BIG NEWS (capital letter couldn't even reach the bigness of the news). An uncool act by the lad I would say. It may spark unwanted events on the pitch if he were to stay on. Fergie was right in bringing him out as it may escalate into something even worse. One gotta think the consequence of their each and every actions no matter how miniscule the action may look. It is a simple act of devotion but to others, it's an insult. So be sensible and considerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dissapointing match but we did have a point instead of 0 point. It is not the end of the road and contrary to what some comments that I have written which says Liverpool will win the league if they win at Chelsea (which somehow they did, blardy useless blues), it is still a long road to lift the trophy at the end of the campaign. With Liverpool, Arsenal, Chelsea,  and ummm Hull City fighting for the champion title, it will be an interesting battle week in, week out. It's a test of endurance and Man Utd will certainly, without a doubt, fight till the bitter end.  And so will Hull, won't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the highlight of the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sotube.blogspot.com/2008/10/everton-vs-manchester-utd-highlights.html"&gt;http://sotube.blogspot.com/2008/10/everton-vs-manchester-utd-highlights.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: somehow, I do want to see Hull City become the champion. haha. How awesome would that be??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-4500536231011648570?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/4500536231011648570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=4500536231011648570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4500536231011648570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4500536231011648570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-not-end.html' title='It&apos;s not the end.........'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-8927961275183741675</id><published>2008-10-28T17:53:00.020+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:52:43.531+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus</title><content type='html'>This is so going to get me killed but somehow, it is so true...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa_OtVDXgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nkgagYvA4kg/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262103474035973634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa_OtVDXgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nkgagYvA4kg/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa_Eaz45rI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rKHJHrjRTKQ/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262103297266345650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 445px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa_Eaz45rI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rKHJHrjRTKQ/s400/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa7f-q7qPI/AAAAAAAAADk/SRJgVadt3oE/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262099372702410994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 427px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa7f-q7qPI/AAAAAAAAADk/SRJgVadt3oE/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa6ZGH4h1I/AAAAAAAAADc/vmhlRLMk98w/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262098154932176722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 432px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa6ZGH4h1I/AAAAAAAAADc/vmhlRLMk98w/s400/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa6MNO_GEI/AAAAAAAAADU/XLvNmvXblIo/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262097933502715970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 419px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa6MNO_GEI/AAAAAAAAADU/XLvNmvXblIo/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa9LNwLJrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rf3LumbR8zU/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262101214996932274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 436px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa9LNwLJrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rf3LumbR8zU/s400/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa5EKWmfdI/AAAAAAAAADE/O--esgn5dAI/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262096695778770386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 438px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa5EKWmfdI/AAAAAAAAADE/O--esgn5dAI/s320/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa8jHcng2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mBSBci2tg0g/s1600-h/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262100526109524834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 447px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa8jHcng2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mBSBci2tg0g/s400/9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa4V2pECSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bbFsP6YEdbU/s1600-h/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262095900213512482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 487px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa4V2pECSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bbFsP6YEdbU/s320/10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa3kdWHwkI/AAAAAAAAACs/3T8zjf-lLi4/s1600-h/11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262095051609588290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 454px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa3kdWHwkI/AAAAAAAAACs/3T8zjf-lLi4/s320/11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agree??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C n P from a forwarded email by Mr Bobby Wong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-8927961275183741675?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/8927961275183741675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=8927961275183741675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/8927961275183741675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/8927961275183741675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2008/10/men-are-from-mars-women-are-from-venus.html' title='Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQa_OtVDXgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nkgagYvA4kg/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-5238797973771214361</id><published>2008-10-27T01:39:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:07:33.631+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe, just maybe</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought of making that hobby of yours your life career and you are making millions out of it? Have you ever thought of how awesome it is if you can do what you like to do day in day out and still can be rich? I have. Mind you, I like teaching and making a change in people’s life. I find teaching a good career that will bring me a good amount of satisfaction as I seek to better the life of those that need help. However, will it be satisfying enough for me to teach day in, day out for the rest of my life? Will I truly enjoy more than 30 years of teaching. I do not know. This is not a life-changing blog but rather a blog that will insert the fun factor in my career. Maybe a start towards a life I am seeking. So what am I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little chat with my gaming dude, and relentless trips to www.giantbomb.com, it occurred to me that gaming can be my life, can be my career. Playing and reviewing games has been the life of the dudes over the giantbomb website and they seemed to enjoy each and every minute of their living life. Therefore, I was thinking maybe, just maybe we can set up something as such in the future, certainly with a twist, a difference or an infusion. Just what is that twist, we may not know yet but a gaming life is sure……enticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a far-fetched dream, I know. It may also seem impossible especially when I live in a country where piracy is a problem, ps3 has just been released (after 2 years) no gaming network lists it in the 'country' drop down menu. But making a website can still be plausible. Little by little, I can make something different out of my hobbies. Who knows what will happen in the future. Maybe, my career will change, maybe, I will be in a country where games are more respected, maybe, I will be rich. HAHA. Therefore, if I do find time between my work, game, movie, drama, series, karaoke, cinema, anime, sleep, socializing etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc……… I will certainly try to give my thoughts (review that is) on games, or a show that I have just played or watched. It’s certainly not gonna take me anywhere BIG or CAREER-CHANGING but at least it’s a start in embracing my little hobby in a different way. Now, I just have to get my lazy arse up and ummmm write something......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQSHXYTVqZI/AAAAAAAAACM/13wtANu6eJs/s1600-h/Ffviibox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261479100405885330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQSHXYTVqZI/AAAAAAAAACM/13wtANu6eJs/s200/Ffviibox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;    The game that started my gaming life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-5238797973771214361?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/5238797973771214361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=5238797973771214361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/5238797973771214361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/5238797973771214361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2008/10/maybe-just-maybe.html' title='Maybe, just maybe'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SQSHXYTVqZI/AAAAAAAAACM/13wtANu6eJs/s72-c/Ffviibox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-7650230082601406560</id><published>2008-10-19T01:16:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:19:23.726+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Capricorn</title><content type='html'>No, I am not an astrologist. Capricorn is Jay Chou's latest album. Jay Chou has released his ninth album (9th official album that is not from a movie or concert or a collection of his best songs) named Capricorn. His album has always been interestingly named but I guess everyone loves his albums whatever the name is. I particular like the way he names his album. It is always unconventional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Jay Chou, I can say expect the expected. He tried to insert some novelty into his music but one can always feel that his songs always have the flavour of his older songs. However, how many other artists really have songs’ genre so diverse that we will never ever get THAT feeling. Whatever it is, this album is nonetheless different and yet the same. Energetic yet subtle. Beautiful yet flawed. The first time I listen to the songs, I did not feel …….awesome. However, after a few rounds, I am slowly picking up the songs and most songs now keep playing in my head. &lt;br /&gt;Overall, it is a very good album from Jay Chou. It is to be expected from an artist of his pedigree. Some songs will never ever get my vote but most songs are nice and 2 or 3 of them will be at the top of my lists, for now. I will leave you with my most favourite song from the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说好的幸福呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQqAcApQuLI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQqAcApQuLI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-7650230082601406560?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/7650230082601406560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=7650230082601406560&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/7650230082601406560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/7650230082601406560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2008/10/capricorn.html' title='Capricorn'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-4399072578131175041</id><published>2008-10-19T00:14:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:58:08.482+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 6 games that will burn my wallet sooon</title><content type='html'>6: Far Cry 2&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t really play Far Cry 1 but there is a lot of anticipation and excitement for Far Cry 2 being built by the extensive promotion and Far Cry 1’s pedigree. It is going to be a great game nonetheless but is it worth the bucks (especially puny Ringgit) to buy just another shooter that is similar to ummmm all the other shooter. We will just have to see when the reviews come out for this sandbox shooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wP3FOdJMcLM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wP3FOdJMcLM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Prince of Persia&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Persia has always been awesome. I have only played the third installment for the recent trilogy of Prince of Persia and it’s an exciting and entertaining adventure. I didn’t get the storyline very much as I did not play the first and second Prince of Persia. For me to enjoy a game without the understanding of the storyline is rare. However, I did not like the animation for this new Prince of Persia as it look cartoonish. However, good graphic does not necessarily make good game. Therefore, I will definitely keep an eye on new rendition of Prince of Persia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZQZrr5q1JA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZQZrr5q1JA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Fallout 3&lt;br /&gt;Same as Far Cry, I have not played any previous installments of the Fallout series. And same as Far Cry, extensive promotion and the pedigree of its predecessors help Fallout 3 to be such an anticipated game. The reason why it is in front of Prince of Persia is because RPG has always been my kind of game. However, it is not easy to make an entertaining RPG. So all finger crossed that Fallout 3 will be able to fuel my interest when it hit the shelves and make a hole in my wallet at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rg9t7uXkLyA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rg9t7uXkLyA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Pro Evolution Soccer 2009&lt;br /&gt;Why not Fifa? Pro Evo series has always win over Fifa series, for me. Although Pro Evo has been lacking in the graphic department, its gameplay win over Fifa by a mile. However, Fifa has came close in beating Pro Evo in the game play department as Pro Evo has slacken in 2007 and 2008. Hopefully, this year, PES has come out with fresh, exciting and realistic game play to keep its crown as the champion of video game football (or soccer as the American would call it)&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love football, why this game only climbs as high as number 3? The reason is simple, football games lack a storyline and there is only one way to play the game (kick the ball, duh). Football games (sports game as a matter of fact) will never have a storyline and will never have the diversity of game play other type of genres possess. With its longevity proven, will I spend a couple of hundreds of puny ringgits to play this game? Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cnyBAFL4fdQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cnyBAFL4fdQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Fable 2&lt;br /&gt;Have the previous Fable.....check&lt;br /&gt;Played the previous Fable...check&lt;br /&gt;Good storyline..............check&lt;br /&gt;Good game play..............check&lt;br /&gt;Diversity of game play......check&lt;br /&gt;Good graphic................check&lt;br /&gt;Love the previous game......check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R0MMruG-3Fw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R0MMruG-3Fw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why still can’t Fable be number one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Gears of War 2&lt;br /&gt;Gear of War 1 is the only game in my entire gaming history that I have finished more than I can count. The excitement of gunning through the game with a mate is the best piece of game play EVAH. Now, only if there is a four players co-op mode, prayer answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHQaMTkIuLI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHQaMTkIuLI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.....where do I get the money?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-4399072578131175041?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/4399072578131175041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=4399072578131175041&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4399072578131175041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4399072578131175041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-6-games-that-will-burn-my-wallet.html' title='Top 6 games that will burn my wallet sooon'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-8173754408050554953</id><published>2008-10-02T01:18:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:32:37.345+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lil Devilish Guinea Pigs</title><content type='html'>23rd of June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a new day to a new life. A new day that will mark my life forever. The dawn breaks as I walked past the gate to the life at the other end of the class. It was a day of anxiety, a day of difference. Anxiety as I will face a whole new challenge, difference, as it will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th of September 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm. School ended and I should already be in the car driving back to bed sweet bed. But it was one of my students birthday. Sweet lil devils of 1A was organizing a surprise party for the short devil It was such a wonderful gesture to usher one of their friends into a new age and they dragged me into this crazy act of surprise. I was tasked to drag the birthday girl to the staff room and keep her there as long as the lil devils need to bring home the act of surprise. She was dragged into the staff room and to keep her there, I have the crappiest conversation with a student. Little do I know how stupid it was and I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come. As I approached the door of the devil’s class along with my mates, colleagues, loved one and couple of devils, I was thinking, I was hoping, I was believing but suspecting. The door swung open and the sweetest loudest sound exploded. The word ‘surprise’ rang across the class and even the school. The party exploded and huge sweet deafening roars erupted. Shorty’s birthday is nowhere near. Yet, a ridiculous conversation based on nothing took place just to keep her to keep me where I am. Flawless plan it was. It was brilliant. It was evil. It was sweet. It was a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a party of awesomeness. It was a crazy idea and it was a fitting farewell. I will never forget my guinea pigs and they will always be my sweet lil devils. We played musical chair and the award go to the one with the biggest a**. We also got crazy in a myriad of wonderfully planned games. Games that brought us much closer. Games that will stay in my memory. If only I can wack more people in WACKO. WACK!!!!! Plus.....someone got wet. Wooohoooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SPmj6jGQmyI/AAAAAAAAABU/Mj6X-2DhTqQ/s1600-h/DSC03714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258414266180999970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SPmj6jGQmyI/AAAAAAAAABU/Mj6X-2DhTqQ/s320/DSC03714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SPmpQkigMxI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ok83LqXuKQ0/s1600-h/DSC03717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258420142083158802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SPmpQkigMxI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ok83LqXuKQ0/s320/DSC03717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SPl5y23xrBI/AAAAAAAAABE/FOeQ6qOUwNA/s1600-h/DSC03720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258367954561641490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SPl5y23xrBI/AAAAAAAAABE/FOeQ6qOUwNA/s320/DSC03720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SPl3-uwY-RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eR9XcvxE0_U/s1600-h/DSC03718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258365959518353682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SPl3-uwY-RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eR9XcvxE0_U/s320/DSC03718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th of September 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of a stressful and entertaining part of my life. I do not know how I will leave the school today. I do not know with what emotions I will carry with me. I do not know what I will carry with me. It is a period of mixed emotions. Will I be happy? Will I be sad? Will I be touched? I do not know. But what I know, it will be a day of change, a day of suspense, a day of excitement and a day of wonders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last lesson of the time approaches slowly. Moments of uncertainties is slowly drawing close. With uncertainty, I walked towards my last class of day with mixed feeling. As I walked closer and closer to the answer, a few scheming monkeys came rushing at me with intent. They stopped me in my tracks with suspicious greetings and smile. It was no more uncertainty. It was certainty. It was a feeling of surprise (again). It was a feeling of happiness. It was a feeling of sadness. It was a touching moment. They tried their hardest to hold me back and these monkeys are like me as we kept silent when we ran out of ideas to keep someone away from the scene of crime. It was a moment of deafening silence. But they knew and I....understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fitting welcome and farewell. They welcomed me into their class with the warmest and the most touching performance. It was a concert to me as the song beautifully danced into my ears. The girls lined up at the back of the class to sing 2 beautiful songs, songs that will stay in my mind forever, songs that I will never ever forget for the rest of my life. My sweet guinea pigs sang the song so nicely, so beautifully. I was touched beyond words. It was so beautiful but I was sad. I was sad because I will leave them behind. I was sad because today is my last day. I was sad because I had fun teaching them. I was sad because I will have to say goodbye. The beautiful songs are 對面的女孩看過來 by a cow and My Love Will Get You Home by Christine Glass (No idea who is this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HE_b0c6Qr34&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HE_b0c6Qr34&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0Frjer2drU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0Frjer2drU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 40 minutes of 4A was as beautiful as ever. We have snacks and a barrage of pictures. It was a wonderful time but as the seconds tick closer to recess time, the sadder I was. Whenever there is a meeting, there is a parting. Farewell is a word I do not want to bid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SPms7SGSPaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fXkhYQR34CY/s1600-h/DSC03786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258424174402223522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SPms7SGSPaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fXkhYQR34CY/s320/DSC03786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SPmySYqc4CI/AAAAAAAAACE/jN5N0ZToecA/s1600-h/DSC03790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258430068859658274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SPmySYqc4CI/AAAAAAAAACE/jN5N0ZToecA/s320/DSC03790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SPmrUQTDoYI/AAAAAAAAABs/WizGYn8aHxc/s1600-h/DSC03781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258422404392395138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SPmrUQTDoYI/AAAAAAAAABs/WizGYn8aHxc/s320/DSC03781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SPmqhYNXv_I/AAAAAAAAABk/KIprVrFcfz8/s1600-h/DSC03750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258421530342703090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SPmqhYNXv_I/AAAAAAAAABk/KIprVrFcfz8/s320/DSC03750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of days in school was a memory that will be etched in my heart for the rest of my life. The beautiful moments that I will never ever going to forget. My first batch of students aka my sweet lil devilish guinea pigs will always remain in my heart and my memory for they have given me a valuable lesson of my life. I hope that they have learnt some if not a lot about English and life but I have learn so much too during my tenure here. I will bring what they have taught me wherever I go. Thank you and see you..........FAREWELL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-8173754408050554953?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/8173754408050554953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=8173754408050554953&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/8173754408050554953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/8173754408050554953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-lil-devilish-guinea-pigs.html' title='My Lil Devilish Guinea Pigs'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SPmj6jGQmyI/AAAAAAAAABU/Mj6X-2DhTqQ/s72-c/DSC03714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-5202242547453621537</id><published>2008-06-02T18:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:43:14.221+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Resolution</title><content type='html'>1)keep on singing glory, glory, man utd&lt;br /&gt;2)keep refreshing to see man utd's transfer&lt;br /&gt;3)finish lost odyssey&lt;br /&gt;4)finish ace combat&lt;br /&gt;6)finish god of war&lt;br /&gt;7)use my xbox 360 online account to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;8)sate wif rosie&lt;br /&gt;9)assasinate assassin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course&lt;br /&gt;10)miss, love, cayang, think of my dear bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-5202242547453621537?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/5202242547453621537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=5202242547453621537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/5202242547453621537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/5202242547453621537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2008/06/holiday-resolution.html' title='Holiday Resolution'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-4356648537733946639</id><published>2008-05-18T20:55:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:49:28.694+10:00</updated><title type='text'>One in the bag, another to go</title><content type='html'>Manchester United has won the EPL and I am over the moon with the win. The giggs' final goal of the season against Wigan was not best goal but it was definitely the defining moment for all Manchester United Fans and for Giggs as well (and also Chelsea+Man Utd hater FC fan). May 10 was the day (nite in malaysia) we won it and it was one of the happiest day in my life (of course the happiest is wen she sez yes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the battle is not over, one more final hurdle and its gonna be a tense one. Now lets finish the job we set out to do (winning title and burying the rich, arrogant blue kids). Yeay. Lets rock on May 21st. woooooohoooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Utd do the double&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock on European champion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, although we need a toss of coin in the penalty to win the Uefa Champion League, it still means that we have more nerve coming to the end of the match. A mind blowing and intense match. Bravo to both Man Utd and Chelsea for a entertaining match and an intense finale in which I cannot bring myself to watch. All in all a good match and glory, glory man utd. All Hail the Champion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-4356648537733946639?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/4356648537733946639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=4356648537733946639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4356648537733946639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4356648537733946639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-in-bag-another-to-go.html' title='One in the bag, another to go'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-1110354853322094165</id><published>2008-05-18T20:46:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:02:38.525+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Metal Gear Solid 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZyv7YBh_aU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZyv7YBh_aU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My another must-buy for the year 2008. I have always loved Metal Gear Solid and hence why i nicknamed myself foxhound. Lets us hope this game rocks the ps3. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the meantime, gotta finish lost odyssey, ace combat, gta 4, ff7: crisis core bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-1110354853322094165?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/1110354853322094165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=1110354853322094165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/1110354853322094165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/1110354853322094165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2008/05/metal-gear-solid-4.html' title='Metal Gear Solid 4'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-2641239744548094407</id><published>2008-05-18T20:38:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:55:50.650+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Gear of War 2 - Gameplay footage 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sc9Uekhl8zw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sc9Uekhl8zw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why this game is a must buy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 words, bayonet chainsaw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For everyone who owns a 360 or are planning to own one, get this and we will slice the hell out of the Locust. Yeay. Now let me go find more money to sustain my spending on game and my love. hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-2641239744548094407?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/2641239744548094407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=2641239744548094407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/2641239744548094407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/2641239744548094407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2008/05/gear-of-war-2-gameplay-footage-1.html' title='Gear of War 2 - Gameplay footage 1'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-2566247402983168625</id><published>2008-03-10T17:47:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:23:41.550+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dandelion's Promise</title><content type='html'>the dandelion sits softly on the grass&lt;br /&gt;swaying side by side&lt;br /&gt;gently flying across the field&lt;br /&gt;dispersing promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise&lt;br /&gt;that i will sway with you&lt;br /&gt;that i will fly with you&lt;br /&gt;that i will be with you&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;br /&gt;on the dandelion&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/R9ThjGxRdHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NWg6rFsqNSc/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176009864984491122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/R9ThjGxRdHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NWg6rFsqNSc/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Aniversary&lt;br /&gt;and on the dandelion&lt;br /&gt;i promise&lt;br /&gt;to Love you Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dandelion's Promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKavKTZ9YjQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKavKTZ9YjQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小學籬芭旁的蒲公英　&lt;br /&gt;xiao xue li ba pang de pu gong ying&lt;br /&gt;The dandelions that lay beside the elementary school's fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是記憶裏有味道的風景&lt;br /&gt;shi ji yi li you wei dao de feng jing&lt;br /&gt;Scenery beautiful in my memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;午睡操場傳來蟬的聲音　&lt;br /&gt;wu shui cao chang chuan lai chan de sheng yin&lt;br /&gt;The cricket's chirping in the courtyard during a noon nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多少年後也還是很好聽&lt;br /&gt;duo shao nian hou yei hai shi hen hao ting&lt;br /&gt;Still sounds good years later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;將願望折紙飛機寄成信　&lt;br /&gt;jiang yuan wang zhe zhi fei ji ji cheng xin&lt;br /&gt;Put wishes in a paper airplane and mailing it as a letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因為我們等不到那流星&lt;br /&gt;yin wei wo men deng bu dao na liu xing&lt;br /&gt;Because we couldn't wait for the meteor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;認真投決定命運的硬幣　&lt;br /&gt;ren zhen tou jue ding ming yun de ying bi&lt;br /&gt;Throwing destiny's coin in all seriousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;卻不知道到底能去哪里 &lt;br /&gt;que bu zhi dao dao di neng qu na li&lt;br /&gt;Yet I have no idea where I can go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*一起長大的約定　那樣清晰 打過勾的我相信&lt;br /&gt;yi qi zhang da de yue ding / na yang qing xi / da guo gou de wo xiang xing&lt;br /&gt;The promise that we will grow up together is still fresh in my mind, believing the pinky swore I made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;說好要一起旅行　是你如今　唯一堅持的任性&lt;br /&gt;shuo hao yao yi qi lv xing / shi ni ru jin / wei yi jian chi de ren xing&lt;br /&gt;We said we'd travel together, the sole thing you wilfully insist on, till now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在走廊上罰站打手心　&lt;br /&gt;zai zou lang shang fa zhan da shou xin&lt;br /&gt;Being punished to stand in the hallway and getting our palms smacked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們卻注意窗邊的蜻蜓&lt;br /&gt;wo men que zhu yi chuang bian de qing ting&lt;br /&gt;Yet all we noticed were the dragonflies beside the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我去到哪里你都跟很緊　&lt;br /&gt;wo qu dao na li ni dou gen hen jin&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go you'd always follow closely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多的夢在等待著進行&lt;br /&gt;hen duo de meng zai deng dai zhe jin xin&lt;br /&gt;Lots of dreams are waiting to be carried out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一起長大的約定 那樣真心　與你聊不完的曾經&lt;br /&gt;yi qi zhang da de yue ding / na yang zhen xin / yu ni liao bu wan de ceng jing&lt;br /&gt;The promise that we will grow up together, so full of sincerity, never-ending chats about the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而我已經分不清　你是友情　還是錯過的愛情&lt;br /&gt;er wo yi jing fen bu qing / ni shi you qing / hai shi cuo guo de ai qing&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer tell the difference. Are you a friend? Or a love that has passed me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my dear&lt;br /&gt;It saddened me to be apart from you&lt;br /&gt;But grieving I am not&lt;br /&gt;For I will be celebrating birthdays&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of our life&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;and I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-2566247402983168625?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/2566247402983168625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=2566247402983168625&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/2566247402983168625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/2566247402983168625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2008/03/dandelion-sits-softly-on-grass-swaying.html' title='Dandelion&apos;s Promise'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/R9ThjGxRdHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NWg6rFsqNSc/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-5904085833463283060</id><published>2007-04-30T18:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:57:03.226+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I love youtube (Stefanie Sun-Ni Guang)</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I stumble upon a song that struck me the first time I hear the song. However, while searching around in youtube, I felt compelled to type in the name stefanie sun, in which came out a whole lot of choices of videos. After scrolling and scrolling, I came upon a video name Stefanie Sun- Ni Guang. I have certainly not heard a song of hers by this name before and therefore I click on it and let it load. And the video struck me. And the song delighted me. It was the song i was hoping for after so long. I have not been so struck since I came to oz and the lack of access to chinese songs on radio or on tv doesnt help the cause. Hence, I present to you, the song that struck me, NI GUANG(i dont have chinese star, dank). Youtube have help me find back what was lost for one year. I love youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BdanRyu_lEw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BdanRyu_lEw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-5904085833463283060?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/5904085833463283060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=5904085833463283060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/5904085833463283060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/5904085833463283060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-youtube-stefanie-sun-ni-guang.html' title='I love youtube (Stefanie Sun-Ni Guang)'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-7702224566420596543</id><published>2007-04-12T00:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:16:30.782+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Utd vs Roma - Once in a lifetime night (2nd half highlight)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vaDT998fThk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vaDT998fThk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-7702224566420596543?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/7702224566420596543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=7702224566420596543&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/7702224566420596543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/7702224566420596543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2007/04/man-utd-vs-roma-once-in-lifetime-night_12.html' title='Man Utd vs Roma - Once in a lifetime night (2nd half highlight)'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-3263441914119639709</id><published>2007-04-12T00:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:14:11.837+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Utd vs Roma - Once in a lifetime night (1st half highlight)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6cCwT3AdIUo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6cCwT3AdIUo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-3263441914119639709?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/3263441914119639709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=3263441914119639709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/3263441914119639709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/3263441914119639709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2007/04/man-utd-vs-roma-once-in-lifetime-night.html' title='Man Utd vs Roma - Once in a lifetime night (1st half highlight)'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-1983413794356732812</id><published>2007-04-09T18:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T18:49:05.391+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PS3 Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bRb-mCsHQ0c"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bRb-mCsHQ0c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An interactive virtual world. Its gonna give xbox live a run for its money. We can only wait and see how its gonna fare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-1983413794356732812?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/1983413794356732812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=1983413794356732812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/1983413794356732812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/1983413794356732812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2007/04/ps3-home.html' title='PS3 Home'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-4692872422998439580</id><published>2007-04-09T18:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T18:36:36.345+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Big Planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Taiurn541SE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Taiurn541SE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you think of this game?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-4692872422998439580?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/4692872422998439580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=4692872422998439580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4692872422998439580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4692872422998439580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2007/04/little-big-planet.html' title='Little Big Planet'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-4134755396043846802</id><published>2007-04-06T01:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T02:00:49.834+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ps3 song - Somehow, its true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R98qC0fd_1w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R98qC0fd_1w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-4134755396043846802?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/4134755396043846802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=4134755396043846802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4134755396043846802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/4134755396043846802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2007/04/ps3-song-somehow-its-true.html' title='Ps3 song - Somehow, its true.'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-1759016844479167271</id><published>2007-01-24T19:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:02:50.598+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany Proposes Laws to Jail Creators of Violent Games</title><content type='html'>We reported earlier on a school shooting in Germany that was ultimately blamed in part on video games. An eighteen year-old man entered his former middle school and wounded thirty-seven people before taking his own life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The issue has not settled yet in Germany and Gunther Beckstein, Minister of the Interior, is now proposing an amendment to German law that would authorize prison sentences for those who create violent game content.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Beckstein proposes penalties that would include one year in jail and/or fines.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-1759016844479167271?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/1759016844479167271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=1759016844479167271&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/1759016844479167271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/1759016844479167271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2007/01/germany-proposes-laws-to-jail-creators.html' title='Germany Proposes Laws to Jail Creators of Violent Games'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-1955352009305935211</id><published>2007-01-24T19:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T19:52:21.901+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Crash Blamed on Video Games</title><content type='html'>The New Zealand Herald has reported that three teenage boys were killed in a car crash while fleeing the police in Auckland on Christmas Eve. Reports suggest that the boys were drinking. Yet, the blame from the wreck is still falling, in part, on video games. Maurice Williamson, a government transportation spokesman, stated that Xboxes and PlayStations encourage reckless driving without consideration of the consequences. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-1955352009305935211?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/1955352009305935211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=1955352009305935211&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/1955352009305935211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/1955352009305935211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2007/01/car-crash-blamed-on-video-games.html' title='Car Crash Blamed on Video Games'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-5765552757768109826</id><published>2007-01-24T19:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T19:51:36.856+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman Dies Trying to Win Wii for Kids</title><content type='html'>The Associated Press has reported that Jennifer Strange, 28, of Rancho Cordova, California died of water intoxication while trying to win a Wii from a radio contest. A Sacramento radio station was holding a contest titled “Hold Your Wee for a Wii.” The contest challenged participants to drink as much bottled water as they could. Whomever could hold their urine the longest would win a Wii. Strange was participating in the contest in order to win a Wii for her three children. She had consumed several eight-ounce bottles of water and was complaining that her head hurt. She was also heard crying on her way home. The radio station warned contestants not to put their health at risk and states it was stunned when it heard the news. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-5765552757768109826?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/5765552757768109826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=5765552757768109826&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/5765552757768109826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/5765552757768109826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2007/01/woman-dies-trying-to-win-wii-for-kids.html' title='Woman Dies Trying to Win Wii for Kids'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-116485096365831008</id><published>2006-11-30T12:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:50:32.746+11:00</updated><title type='text'>utopia kingdom emblem</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/928128_67140_front.jpg" alt="928128_67140_front.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com"&gt;Free file hosting from File Den!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-116485096365831008?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/116485096365831008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=116485096365831008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/116485096365831008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/116485096365831008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2006/11/utopia-kingdom-emblem.html' title='utopia kingdom emblem'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-116271538162567512</id><published>2006-11-05T19:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T19:29:41.650+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the week (4th Nov - 10th Nov 2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VmhLGBndNZE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VmhLGBndNZE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my ring tone, yea, yea.........cha cha cha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-116271538162567512?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/116271538162567512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=116271538162567512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/116271538162567512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/116271538162567512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2006/11/song-of-week-4th-nov-10th-nov-2006.html' title='Song of the week (4th Nov - 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I sometimes think would i be lonely? Would be sticking myself in my house and not have a life? What would i do during boring times? Will I get to know more friends? 8 months has passed and in a few more weeks, I will lose part of what I would like to call, a family. 8 months have passed and the knits got closer and closer. Its hard to let go a few weeks from now but, sand will fill the time up, slowly but surely. It's hard to bid you all farewell but the time will come when you all will step away from us. Goodbye I will not wish u for see you soon we will. SEE YA AND ALL THE BEST IN YOUR VENTURE-to rosie and daniel and all the lovely senior&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/P1020296.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="350" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/P1020296.JPG" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Rosie&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/P1020168.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="350" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/P1020168.JPG" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Rosie, Pingu, Pengu and Pungu&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/P1020284.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="350" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/P1020284.JPG" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Daniel&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/P1020136.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="350" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/P1020136.JPG" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Daniel lookalike&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-116050352033360699?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/116050352033360699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=116050352033360699&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/116050352033360699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/116050352033360699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2006/10/us.html' title='us'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-115938959323504988</id><published>2006-09-28T06:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T06:41:07.040+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saddest Ending in a videogame EVAH (and my favourite too)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5eyrHhByfxY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5eyrHhByfxY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Snake, listen to me. She didn't betray the United States. No. Far from it. She was a hero who died for her country. She carried out her mission knowing full well what was going to happen. Self-sacrifice, because that was her duty. The Boss' defection was a ruse set up by the U.S goverment. It was all a big drama staged by Washington. So they could get their hand on the Philosophers' Legacy. And the boss was the star of the show. They planned it so that they could get the Legacy that Colonel Volgin inherited and destroy the Shagohod at the same time. Only a legendary hero like The Boss could have earned Volgin's trust. Finding out where the Philosophers' Legacy was hidden was to be her greatest mission. Everything was goin according to plan. But then something happened that no one could have predicted. Colonel Volgin fired an American-made nuclear warhead at Sokolov's research facility. Khrushchev demanded that the U.S goverment provide proof that it wasn't involved. They couldn't just abort the operation to steal the Legacy. So the operation itself was greatly expanded and revised. The authority in Washington knew that in order to prove its innocence, they'd have to get rid of The Boss and that one of their own would have to do the job. The public couldn't be allowed to find out about it, not ever. This, they concluded, would be the best way to keep the whole thing under wraps. The Boss would't be allowed to come back home alive. And she wouldn't be allowed to kill herself. Her life would be ended by her most beloved disciple. That was the way the government wanted it. That was the mission she was given. And she had no choice but to carry it out. Her death at your hands was a duty she had to fulfill. Out of duty, she turned her back on her own comrades. A lesser woman would have been crushed by such a burden. The taint of disgrace will follow her to her grave. Future generations will revile her. In America, as a despicable traitor with no sense of honor. And in Russia, as a monster who unleashed a nuclear catastrophe. She will go down in official history as a war criminal. And noone will ever understand her. That, was her final mission. And like a true soldier, she saw it throught the end. But i think she wanted you, of all people, to know the truth. She wanted to live on. In your memory. Not as a soldier, but as a woman. But, she was forbidden to tell her yourself. And that's why she told me. Snake, history will never know wat she did. No one will ever learn the truth. Her story, her debriefing, will endure only in your heart. Everything she did, she did for her country. She sacrificed her life and her honor for her native land. She was a real hero, She was a true patriot. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-115938959323504988?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/115938959323504988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=115938959323504988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115938959323504988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115938959323504988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2006/09/saddest-ending-in-videogame-evah-and.html' title='The Saddest Ending in a videogame EVAH (and my favourite too)'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-115938877208581071</id><published>2006-09-28T06:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T06:27:39.546+10:00</updated><title type='text'>AhSeng Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>Light creeps into the room as AhSeng resists the sound of the alarm to wake up. Its 6 in the morning and AhSeng has probably one of the shortest sleep in his life at night. It probably only slept for only and hour before the sound of the alarm move into his mind demanding AhSeng to wake up. In normal days, AhSeng would just off the alarm and go back to sleep and not caring about the lectures but today is a special day, it is his birthday and a day he will do what he had not before.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;AhSeng steps into the bus 0730 on the dot. The bus moves to area not familiar for AhSeng or his friends. It took around 2 hours to reach Windsor, the area for warzone. It was in the backyard of Australia. The slept in the bus was probably the last before AhSeng has to walk onto the battlefield, the last he would have. As he step off the bus, soldiers were in their military suits. The green camouflaged them into the woods. The sounds of shots were evidently. AhSeng knew there were no turning back. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;AhSeng puts on his suit and took up his gun before stepping onto the zone of no return. He shots a few rounds to test the capability of his gun and off he goes into the woods knowing there is only one way, which is to shoot and not be shot if he is to survive this ordeal, this battle, this war. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The first war was crazy. Bullet was spraying blindly on the battlefield. All the soldiers seems to have unlimited lives on them as they revived back in the base. The walk back as if bullets were just rocks. The scene was unbearable but AhSeng sticks to his position firing as enemy nears his territory. The mood changes suddenly. Casualty starts pouring in suddenly. People were shot and people limps off the field. The scene was unbearable. AhSeng shots his bullet as the enemies near. The scene was horrific. AhSeng sticks to the position till the whistle was blown. Sides were changed and now we are to take the position of those that storms the fortress. The war restarts. 10 minutes for each. 3 battlefields. 2 sides each. 6 wars. One game. Paintball. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EPILOGUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;AhSeng birthday was pretty much a normal day except for the paintball. but the night before was simply the best night since he was here in Sydney and all this wasn’t possible without the people in Sydney that he would not think twice to call them friends, good friends. To those that attended either of my birthday surprises, thank you for being there for that means a lot to me. To those that plan those special times, a most sincere thank you for nothing would have happen without you all. Although my family members were not here to see me walk into the life of 21st, you guys are my family members here and everywhere else. I would not forget you all wherever you or I may be. It was a special night for you all are special. I love you all. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-115938877208581071?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/115938877208581071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=115938877208581071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115938877208581071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115938877208581071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2006/09/ahseng-chapter-3.html' title='AhSeng Chapter 3'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-115823859209683665</id><published>2006-09-14T22:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:56:32.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>AhSeng Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>and the story continues&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Journey back was a fine ride cept for the idiot who shouted 'get the f*** of the road'. the nite seems to be dawning as the event came to a close, or did it. AhSeng was touch and surprise (cept for 2 furnee person and that include AHMunYeeeeeeeeee) and what else could he ask for. It was a simple trip back to MUV; a trip fills discussion of the previous chapter.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;MUV seems near, too near for the ride was short. Maybe it was because of the laughter, or maybe AhSeng just lost his sense of times as it wasn't important anymore. All has ended. AhSeng went to Daniel's house with the group in hope to see an intense mahjong games of someone else. AhSeng's mind was filled will lots of happy thought to be competing, especially with cocky AhMunYee and AhShim. AhSeng went into AhDaniel's house frantically in search of something. He went into the room and he saw what he was looking for. A black rectangular pouch. He slips his fingers into the pouch and brought out a PSP. His mind was suddenly on Need for Speed. AhSeng never know why he done this but he suddenly doesn't felt like Mahjong. AhSeng can't explain his feelings. But the game of mahjong moved on without AhSeng and Rickman pop into the room.&lt;br/&gt;'Hey, wanna come to my house, my mum and sis wanna say Happy Birthday' says AhRick&lt;br/&gt;'Yup, okay', answers AhSeng though feeling weird going to someone house to be wished but a little wish keeps him happy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;AhSeng took a trip to killara in AhRick's car. When he entered the house, AhSeng was greeted by his Ahnty with a litltle Happy Birthday wish.&lt;br/&gt;'Happy Birthday, Seng', a familliar but weak voice creep through the corner.&lt;br/&gt;AhSeng turn the corner and saw little AhRicknee lying almost motionless on the floor.&lt;br/&gt;'She has diarrhea', Ahnty’s came from behind&lt;br/&gt;AhRicknee was lying on her back with eyes on the tv and face as pale as the light that was shining on her. She did not have a good day. Her voice was as soft as the pillow that rests her head and was easily drowned by the sound of the tv. An ironic it is cause AhSeng was surely enjoying the day and enjoying teasing her. A great cousin indeed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;AhSeng hung around in the lounge as he has a chat with his mom for the umpteenth times of the day. Ahnty just wanted me to call her. There was the usual loud voice exchanging over the phone. It’s just too normal. AhSeng left the house at approximately 2345 with Ahnty being the driver as AhRick just unusually becoming the passenger. AhRicknee insisted on hitching a ride although she might puke anytime. AhSeng departs the house.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As the car gets nearer to MUV, AhSeng usual ringtone sounded in the car. AhSeng picked up the phone as the clocks strike 12.&lt;br/&gt;‘Happy birthday’, said a familiar voice&lt;br/&gt;It was all too familiar. It wasn’t anyone near but halfway across the globe. It was AhVal. It was a sweet surprise. AhRick requested to be kicked out of his own car at the front of MUV. It wasn’t something that usually happens especially with his lazy arse but oddity was not on AhSeng mind at all. Woman always claim that man lacks the capability to multi-task and at this time it seems a bit right. AhSeng just walked behind AhRick as the BMW pulls back into Culloden road heading back to Killara. Unit 30 was brightly lid but the incapability to multi-task prevents AhSeng to ever think of any oddity. He just followed AhRick like a bitch to its owner. The door swung open as the bitch opens the door with the key card. AhSeng walks into the house with AhRick closing the door. 5 steps it took AhSeng to walk into the lounge. 5 steps it took to walk into another blardy surprise. A sweet blardy surprise from all the humans that AhSeng would like to call dude and friends. The words HAPPY BIRTHDAY echoes around the whole MUV. AhVal would undoubtly hear it too. With the phone at his ears, AhSeng was again, surprised and touched.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The lounge was dark, unlike the other areas of the house. The candles on the cake shone brightly across the room with its beautiful sparkles. A smooth table stands glamourly on the floor as cards and prezzies stood enticingly at the other end of the table. AhSeng lost count of how many peoples is in da house but the lounge was certainly having trouble accommodating the amounts of people. Chairs were of course squeeze to the end and some was happily on their feet. The scene was a memory. The knife beside the cake was obviously an understatement. For a while AhSeng was thinking why would a cleaver sitting beside the cake. The cleaver itselfs dwarf the existence of the cake and yet, it was for the cake. AhSeng made a wish before blowing out the candles. The light of the candle goes off in a puff darkening the sweet dark room and hence the chopping of the cake commences. AhSeng learnt his lesson today. Always be prepared and cleaver are not meant for cake. But it does make AhSeng looks like Jamaican dragon triad leader.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;4 prezzies stood on the table calling out to AhSeng. Everyone was urging AhSeng to rip through the package and find further surprises. The First prezzie was small in a square shape. AhRicknee claims to be the most important person for getting the prezzie for diarrhea was a punishment for lying. AhSeng was opening the prezzie too carefully and was hence branded a girl before he rip through the paper. The sound of ripping was a pleasure to the ear as suspense rang through AhSeng’s head. It was brown in colour. It was beautiful. It was what exactly AhSeng needed as his old one went happily into both a washing machine and a dryer. A wallet was exactly what he needed. The word Benetton was the most beautiful icing on the cake. The second prize was slightly bigger. AhSeng wasted no time to open the 2nd prezzie. Halfway through ripping, AhSeng froze. AhSeng could not felt his breath. His hand could not move. Half the picture of a knight peek thru the hole created by the ripping. Words that AhSeng could read was all too familiar. The box was all too familiar.  It was what he wanted the most and what Ahjib would brand the most fulfilling game ever. It was oblivion. AhSeng took a minute of silence and freezing before continuing his journey into wonderandsurpriseland ‘Oh Shit’ was all that AhSeng has left in his vocabulary due to constant surprise. The third prezzie has already lack in the element of surprise as it felt like a book at the exact size of what AhSeng loved to have. He doesn’t read a lot of books but this book would surely be in his shopping list if he was ever to get his hand on Oblivion, an oblivion guide book. Surprise, surprise. The fourth prezzie was rather out of shape. It shapes like a tower that stood firmly by itself. AhZan and AhShim was giggling as AhSeng ripped through the package and suddenly AhSeng was reminded of this words&lt;br/&gt;‘Who birthday is next, I gotta buy him this dog la’, thinks AhSeng.&lt;br/&gt;The words were of course not from AhSeng but from AhZan. The dog showed its happy and horny face through the box. Its name its Humphrey and it’s a dog that……………humps. Being true to its name, at a simple press of a button, Ahumphrey move its rear part and slowly gathers speed. Ahumphrey start to exert sound that a normal dog would not normally make. Ahumphrey was moaning and soon, it steals the limelight from AhSeng.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ahumphrey was the star of the night moving from prey to prey. Its first prey was AhSeng’s face. As weird as it looks, it was the dirtiest creature especially when it is in your face. Legs, hands, phones, it never stops humping. It never stops finding its prey. Especially not when AhShim is around. Humphrey was tired at the end of the night. The girls was pitying the dog while the guys was just treating it as a humping machine. It was a cute dog but not when it moves its hip happily. The night would not be complete without the Ahumphrey. Everyone was laughing as hard as they could. It was indeed fun. Some girls drop by to give AhSeng a beautifully baked cheese cake with strawberry. It was one of the tastiest cake AhSeng ever tasted and one of the sweetest. AhSeng was moved beyond words. Especially by Ahumphrey.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The crowd slowly dissipate the Ahumphrey continues its work around the room. AhSeng was sad the night has to end but he was so so so happy being around those that cares. The night evaporates into a queit moment as AhSeng went into his room greeted by tonnes of msn and friednster birthday messages. AhSeng decided to call his best friend back home eventhough it might cost a bomb. It was a sweet night ended with the sweetest note thanks to all the friends that care. I love you all.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-115823859209683665?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/115823859209683665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=115823859209683665&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115823859209683665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115823859209683665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2006/09/ahseng-chapter-2.html' title='AhSeng Chapter 2'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-115548327296589510</id><published>2006-08-14T01:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:00:59.230+10:00</updated><title type='text'>AhSeng Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>AUGUST 11 2006&lt;br/&gt;UNIT 30, MACQUARIE UNIVERSITY VILLAGE&lt;br/&gt;PROLOGUE &lt;br/&gt;The ray peep slowly through the blinds into the room. AhSeng lies on his bed, perhaps dreaming. In his face lies worries and yet excitment. It was going to be a special day....or will it be? Nevertheless, AhSeng brings himself up to face the day. The day in which when the clock strike 12 again at night, he would no longer be a boy, a kiddo. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;CHAPTER 1&lt;br/&gt;The day did not start early for AhSeng. When his eyes squeeze his way to see his room, 1.45pm was printed on the clock. It was a friday and therefore, AhSeng holds the permit to sleep in late. AhSeng does his routine after leaving his bed on a holiday. On his laptop. On his internet. On his now-favourite song and drag himself to have a little chat wif the shower. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;August 11th was suppose to be a normal day as the only the next day is registered to be the anniversary of a wonderful ceremony. And it was. After chatting wif Mr Shower, the routine never stops. It was battling in AhSeng's brain what is for lunch. Clock shows 12 and there is still no food on the table. There normally was but well, AhSeng is not in his beloved home anymore. He has set out on a journey faraway where food do not appear miracously on the table.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Lunch was not in the stomach until 3 in the afternoon. Anna, our lovely cleaner was here and it wouldnt be the best idea to cook when she is cleaning the kitchen. How lovely for her to appear at the most appropiate time. Hunger strikes but AhSeng and his mate, AhShim cooked some pasta. AhShim cook, AhSeng looks. Dinner was one of the topic of discussion during the cooking session. AhShim told AhSeng that tonight, there are going to EASTWOOD for a little dinner of 5. AhShim has to repay by dinner for his CHA WU in mahjong and woohoo. AhSeng gets to eat some chinese food in EASTWOOD. But since it was EASTWOOD, the more the merrier. AhSeng decides to call his couz to ask him whether would he want to join for dinner in EASTWOOD since he is coming for a stayover tonight as BIG EVENT awaits tomorrow.Paintball.&lt;br/&gt;Rick sayz 'well, i will be there at around 10 or maybe later. i have something to do'. 'Okay', reply AhSeng. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The day went on a normal routine. Get online, chatting, surfing, think of playing games but never got to it. The day went on without suspicion. Sunny's call broke the routine. He was wondering whether i want to play the League of Xtraordinary Macquarians (LXM). However, as we are going to have our LITTLE DINNER, i had to say no reluctantly because its EASTWOOD man. The call ended and apparently Sunny was still in the city. The point of the call was weird but AhSeng never cares. He just wanna carries on his routine.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The clock hits 7pm and AhShim came down and swirve into my room. He stands in front of the mirror with his back facing to me. The wind broke the silence. AhSeng was stunned. Too stun. &lt;br/&gt;'Why in the world are u wearing a suit. Do u know the meaning of super overdress?' says AhSeng.&lt;br/&gt;'To look nice?'&lt;br/&gt;'Dude, its Eastwood,'&lt;br/&gt;'So', and off he went to Daniel's house and I shall await his call.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After AhShim zooms off, Zaini came with his own surprise. Dress as as smart he always is, his words was amazing. &lt;br/&gt;'hey, i am going on a date. So fast cari replacement dah a!!'&lt;br/&gt;AhSeng was awed. He was speechless. After a few seconds of blank stare, he could only mustered out OKAY and GOODLUCK.&lt;br/&gt;Call came at 7.30pm and in 15 minutes, I was there at Daniel's house awaiting 2 lovely ladies and their much more loverly car(bwahahahahahaha). As the door swung open, it became apparent that not on AhShim was overdress, Daniel joins in the craze too. AhSeng clads in his normal leather jacket and jeans, he never felt so underdress before. The girls came no later than the propose time. As the door swung open for Mun Ye, she shouted to the women, Ai Ling 'We need to change. We are well underdress'. And henceforth, we move to their house on the little cute JAZZ.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Unit 65 we step into and hence we met a few of their housemate. To my suprise, Fazli moved in here too. He is a funny guy. Too funny. And he was the one that first break it. &lt;br/&gt;'So where were u guys going', says Fazli&lt;br/&gt;'Just some place for dinner', AhShim answers&lt;br/&gt;'Oh ya, you all are going to celebrate a friends 21st birthday party'&lt;br/&gt;Silence creeps into the room. AhShim stood stuns and Daniel was quick to response 'Party, what party?. Whose party?'&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;AhSeng stood in the living room, perplex. 'Perhaps this is the time to shut up', thinks AhSeng. Fazli was funny. too funny. idioctically funny. AhSeng and AhDaniel went out of the house. AhSeng stays in the house thinking probably he just stop moving for a while would be the best idea. Fazli has left the crime scene. The scene needs treatment, quick. After minutes have passed, the girls came down looking loverly. AhSeng still stood perplex at the idiocy and the overdress. Peking restaurant?? Overdress??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A part of it was leak out but still the picture wasn't drawn. As long as the game was played well, the picture would remain hidden till the end of journey. The car started heading out towards the small town of Eastwood. Or so it seems! On the way to our loverly PEKING RESTAURANT, Mun Ye joins in the club of funniness. 'Someone birthday hor'. These words inexplicably escaped her mouth.&lt;br/&gt;AhShim blurted out,'lets go paramatta'&lt;br/&gt;'Temasek?' AhSeng added.&lt;br/&gt;'No, there are a lot of restaurants such as Italian restaurants in paramatta',explains Ai Ling.&lt;br/&gt;And the car went into silent mode again. And hence, the car moved towards paramatta through Eastwood. The plan to Eastwood was perfect, almost perfect.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A lot of things ran through AhSeng's mind. Of course, there wouldn't be a definite answer till it was reveal but he decided it was best to shut up. Asking question would just be so wrong at this points of time. The car headed towards paramatta and it briefly passed Temasek. Could it be the place. Or really, was it the italian restaurants. There wasn't a lot of discussion as where we are going hinting at an already fix location. But all these was just assumption, theory. The walk towards the destination was long, too long. It felt like forever. What does these 4 clowns have in minds? What's gonna happen to me? Where art we going?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was apparent after 2 corners. It was Temasek. It has to be Temasek. All the clues point to the crime scene of the day. It was a crime. It was the sweetest crime. Or has it ended. It was a lovely place for a dinner. The place suits the suits, suits the overdressed. AhSeng, on the other hand, felt underdress. The Temasek logo greets us with a happy smiles. The door was already open, inviting us in. The step into the crime scene was happy. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Once, there was this saying that suprises never ends, especially when u least expected it, 5 familiar clowns was already sitted at a round table, a table so round and big it could at least fits 5 more. The truth will at last reveal itself. The image was slowly becoming clearer. It was undoubtly a crime. The sweetest crime.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Rosie was there and beside him sat a man that was suppose to be in the city or playing LXM right now. City was super far from Paramatta and yet AHSunny was sitting there, laughing. AhZan was on AhSunny's left and the one that was suppose to date, was next to him. AhZaini was happily not dating and here in Temasek. And introducing the biggest traitor of all, AhRick was there. The cunning driver that speed away with this suprise. Coming-over-at-10 MY FOOT. 5 familiar clowns and 4 more clowns that came with me here. This has to be the biggest surprise for the biggest clown EVAH.... AHSENG.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Temasek sets a benchmark for all the MALAYSIAN-wanabe restaurants in Sydney. The food was of course, at its best. Hainanese Chicken, Beef Rendang, Garlice Prawns, Asam Prawn, Kangkong Belacan, Ngoh Hiang, Chicken Rice, all dishes deserve its CAPITAL. The food was fullfilling. Too fulfilling. Cendol for deserts, what's more could i asked. However, bliss was upon me not because of Temasek. Food was oblivious. Its who u eat it with and for what that is important. AhSeng was touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-115548327296589510?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/115548327296589510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=115548327296589510&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115548327296589510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115548327296589510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2006/08/ahseng-chapter-1.html' title='AhSeng Chapter 1'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-115528264901335469</id><published>2006-08-11T17:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:50:49.020+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Origin of FOXHOUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bI4zKj7W-Ys"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bI4zKj7W-Ys" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-115518177001630106</id><published>2006-08-10T13:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T13:49:30.016+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You may call me Uncle V</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gk37HG43JsI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gk37HG43JsI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-115518177001630106?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/115518177001630106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=115518177001630106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115518177001630106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115518177001630106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-may-call-me-uncle-v.html' title='You may call me Uncle V'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-115511542731019895</id><published>2006-08-09T19:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T19:23:47.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Voilà  In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;adapted from v for vendetta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-115511542731019895?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/115511542731019895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=115511542731019895&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115511542731019895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115511542731019895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2006/08/voil-in-view-humble-vaudevillian.html' title=''/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-115496938778762117</id><published>2006-08-08T02:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:59:59.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Seng presents Malaysia Fest 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/1330/poster%20mfest.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="1000" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/1330/poster%20mfest.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaits our jaw-dropping or eye shocking dikir barat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-115496938778762117?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/115496938778762117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=115496938778762117&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115496938778762117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115496938778762117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2006/08/ah-seng-presents-malaysia-fest-2006.html' title='Ah Seng presents Malaysia Fest 2006'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-115462361552191600</id><published>2006-08-04T02:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T03:52:35.676+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Seng in his quest to slain 16 colossi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(For those who still plans to play Shadow of the Colossus, turn back now. Major Spoiler ahead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="924364_20050517_screen001.jpg" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/924364_20050517_screen001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com"&gt;Free file hosting from File Den!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you trade your soul for your beloved? Would you walked the path of a cursed kingdom to save your beloved from death and would you battle 16 towering colossi that stand in your way of winning your life back for you loved one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadow of colossus was one of the most unique game i played. It was a game with very little story. The storyline didn't continue till the end of the game. It was the most SIMPLE game i played, yet the most unique. Farenheit has caught my attention last year as it try to be different. SOTC has brought the standard of different up another notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOTC was simple. Too simple. Heck, even the main character bears no name. All you have to do is to ride my-ever-favourite horse, Agro, to search for a colossi and defeat the towering giant. Towering is just an understatement for some of the colossi. That is all you have to do in the game. Repeat that for 16 times and hence, u finished the game. No minion stands in your way. Just mountains and ocean. However, the simplicity of the game ends there. Fighting the colossi is nothing short of spectacular and brain damage. Each and every colossi is unique. From colossus that walk to colossus that grace the sky and collosus that swims to the colossus that dives into the sands. Each will amaze u in every way possible. As each colossus is different and unique in its very own way, each fight is different and each fight is an epic battle. From the first colossi up to the last skycraper, you will never felt that u have done the same thing. As each fight comes to an end, I cannot wait to go on to the next fight. This game has successfully dug my curiousity vein much further than I have expected it to be. This game was really unbelievable. My personal favourite would be Colossus #13. Though the colossi bears no name but i shall name it THE IRRITATING FLYING CENTIPEDE. FIghting it was a frustation as arrows wasnt meant to fly that high to hit a flying creatures's tri-belly. But the combination of Agro and the main character in a fight was always the best combination. Jumping off Agro to catch hold of its wing was a cool sight. Being able to kill a MONSTROUS flying creature while you can only grace the land was never short of WOW. Each and every colossi was never a dissapointment. It was beautiful. It was wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="924364_042905_screen003.jpg" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/924364_042905_screen003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com"&gt;Free file hosting from File Den!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As simple as it is, the character has no name and whatever happen to her dead/injured girlfriend bears no importance as the game solely focused on the colossi. Heck the game was all in an unfamiliar language with Shakespearen English as subtitle. How she got injured or died was a story never told. However, no matter how undeveloped the plot may be, the ending to the story was never short of spectacular. The plot was only developed at the end of the gamebringing a fitting close to the game. (Spoiler Alert) A man coming to a cursed land in search of the power to bring the dead back to life(i think). He asked the favour from Dormin, a soul that was apparently trapped, to help him. To achieve the ability to bring back the dead, he has to kill 16 colossi, 16 colossi that was created by light to seal Dormin. It was a selfish act. A sense of sympathy ran through as each Colossi came down on its knee. For some, its more of a sense of relieve and accomplishment as it was a DIFFICULT EPIC BATTLE. By killing the 16 colossi, he has release a deadly and evil creature onto the earth. Dormin took over his body but the people who once sealed Dormin away was successful in sealing him away too and bridge linking the world to this cursed land fell. The girl woke up from the dead as promised but the guy was lost. Agro came back to their side with a sprain leg. As Dormin is sealed, the nameless guy turn into a small baby with horns signifying his repentance. The curse land was sealed along with the baby, his girlfriend and the ever-lovely Agro. If he shall lived on, he would live with repentance in this cursed land'. A sad ending to a unique game. Fate was never to be trifle with. There is always a heavier price to pay to bring the dead back to life. (adapted from fullmetal alchemist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, the game was more of a puzzle game then adventure game. SOTC has not much replay value once you are through the game once but this has to be one of the game that will grace the list of my favourite games in my life joining the likes of Final Fantasy 7, Metal Gear Solid series and a few more. There are only few games that lived in me after the game ended and SOTC was surely one of them. Simple yet Unique and Interesting. I was really impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="wanda_screen001.jpg" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/wanda_screen001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com"&gt;Free file hosting from File Den!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="924364_042905_screen002.jpg" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/924364_042905_screen002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com"&gt;Free file hosting from File Den!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="924364_20041005_screen001.jpg" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/924364_20041005_screen001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com"&gt;Free file hosting from File Den!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img alt="924364_20040924_screen004.jpg" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/924364_20040924_screen004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com"&gt;Free file hosting from File Den!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img alt="924364_20050517_screen006.jpg" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/924364_20050517_screen006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com"&gt;Free file hosting from File Den!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img alt="924364_20051014_screen001.jpg" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/924364_20051014_screen001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com"&gt;Free file hosting from File Den!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img alt="924364_20051014_screen007.jpg" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/26/143242/924364_20051014_screen007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com"&gt;Free file hosting from File Den!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That place... began from the resonance of intersecting points... 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But to trespass upon that land is strictly forbidden."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT STOP: RESIDENT EVIL 4? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-115462361552191600?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.gamespot.com/ps2/adventure/wandaandthecolossus/index.html?q=shadow%20of%20colossus' title='Ah Seng in his quest to slain 16 colossi'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/115462361552191600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=115462361552191600&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115462361552191600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115462361552191600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2006/08/ah-seng-in-his-quest-to-slain-16.html' title='Ah Seng in his quest to slain 16 colossi'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-115461322052955062</id><published>2006-08-03T23:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:53:40.543+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B6B6C2" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Learn Japanese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D7D6DE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/japanese.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're cutting edge, and you are ready to delve into wacky Japanese culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Engrish to eating contests, you're born to be a crazy gaijin. Saiko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/"&gt;What Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-115461322052955062?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/115461322052955062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=115461322052955062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115461322052955062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115461322052955062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-should-learn-japanese-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-115452619740344603</id><published>2006-08-02T23:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:43:17.413+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Satay Returns (Superman Theme song, not Star Wars)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/1458/satayreturns2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-115452619740344603?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/115452619740344603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=115452619740344603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115452619740344603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115452619740344603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2006/08/satay-returns-superman-theme-song-not.html' title='Satay Returns (Superman Theme song, not Star Wars)'/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-115435452520973220</id><published>2006-07-31T23:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:02:05.526+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah Seng Habis Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31th of July marks the end of a journey. A journey in search of freedom. Freedom was found on the first day of journey but it was snatched away, rudely but surely. The day has to come. A day where no one wud have been able to avoid. A day i never liked. A day that mark the end of the journey codename HOLIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a class tomorrow. It is weirld place early in the morning at 10am. A time in which i have forgotten how to awake to. Furthermore, there will be at least 4 hours of solid listening to 'i don't know what' lecture and add another 2 more hours to the already dreadful 4 hours as tutorials start next week. I do not know how or when i hit me but new sem has started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never like studying from the day i start studying. I like attaining new knowledge but just do not like how we are told to what to learn and when to learn it. I am going to be a teacher and yet, I hate being told to study. So how is it going to be when i am the one going to do what I hate people do to me, or will I be one of a kind teacher that has a special way of teaching without telling students what to learn and when to learn but they still learn. IS THERE A WAY TO DO THAT. Oh I so hope to revolutionise malaysian way of teaching. BUT, the time is still far away to think so far ahead. So yea well......WATEVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new beginning to a new semester. apart from studying i wud have to look for job now. woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooork, a word i hate more than studyin and now i am facing the prospect of double attack or worse double kill. anyway life is a challenge and challenge are to be face. hmmmm. so well let me be malas for a while more. hehe. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-115435452520973220?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/115435452520973220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=115435452520973220&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115435452520973220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115435452520973220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2006/07/ah-seng-habis-holiday-31th-of-july.html' title=''/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-115415526819987801</id><published>2006-07-29T15:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T16:41:08.746+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah Seng Returns: Those that I grew up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a wonder how my mum always tells me that eventhough I do not have a father, I am still able to live a fulfilling life. Somehow, I always get what I wanted. I do not know whether she is trying to compliment herself or just to tell me that I am demanding. I did not always get the best like a Sony 61 inches plasma TV but at least I will get a Toshiba Bomba 29 inches. Consoles, games, music cds, computer, television, cinemas; these are the things that I grew up with. These are the things which I loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was young, very young when I start enjoying the sound of music. (not the movie the sound of music but THE Sound of music) Nursery rhymes never appeal to me cuz they could never go more than one key up. During my kindergarten years, I am already, apparently, singing those songs by Jacky Cheung and Aaron Kwok (yes, somehow I liked. his song then) While everyone would go ‘Baa baa black sheep, have u any wool’, I would go 对你爱爱不爱。Did I lose my childhood because I never like nursery rhymes? Nah, I am still the little kid that cry for 10 minutes when the red ants bit me. But songs have been my life for singing accompanying me ever since. My music preference changed over the years. I started by loving Chinese songs. And hence I started taking up Chinese classes at night. I never appreciated Chinese language then and hence, I quit the tuition classes. I like to listen to English song when I enter secondary school but my love for Chinese song came back when I was in the middle of secondary school. Its weird how it evolves but well, I even listen to Japanese songs nowadays. I realise now that it isn’t in what the language a song may be, but is whether the songs will appeal to me that matter. I’ve been collecting original music cds ever since I have enough money to do so. Music has been a great part of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart of music, games have been an integral part of my life too. My consoles too have evolved throughout the years and faster than Sony can say ‘we stole the idea from Nintendo and we give our customer hell by jacking up the price’. I started off with the most basic of video games console, Micro Genius. I do not remember how young I am then to actually enjoy super-pixel Mario brothers on a 21 inches TV. I still remember how much I like that Double Dragon game then. Haha. Those are the days when games are still, BAD. After I got bored with Micro Genius after a couple of years, I pestered my mum for a Sega console. Oh how I wonder how she would put up with me then. Somehow, my mum always succumbed to my pestering day in and day out. So, I got my Sega console then. This story was so long ago that I almost forgot any game that I played on my Sega console but I do remember my once favourite game, X-Men. I still remember those stayover-at-my-cousin-house night where we used to restart the game over and over again just to get our favourite characters. It was fun. Well Sega came and go as the new king of console released the PLAYSTATION console. I know that my mum would kill me if I ever asked her to buy for me because anything upon release will be too expensive. That is why I always said that I would not always get the best but I would get what I want. I did not get Playstation console upon release but then I did get it after a while. Playstation was the best creation ever, not because it has great games but because it sparks a new generation of piracy. Games are so affordable that I would not sit for hours at times just to choose ONE GAME to buy. Oh how the shopkeeper hates me then. Playstation console has given me a lot of wonderful memories, memories that I would never forget. Final Fantasy 7, Metal Gear Solid. These are the games that I would never stop mentioning till the day PLAYSTATION 99 comes out. The year 2003 was a special year. It is the year that changes my whole life. I took on a path that I would have ever thought I would walk on but I had. However, as a small incentive for choosing this path, my mum agreed to buy me, woohooo, PLAYSTATION 2. It is the console that has accompanies me till today. It has given me a whole new generation of memories and more to come till well, maybe next-gen consoles comes along and I have the money to buy them MYSELF. Till then, together we shall grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer was never important to me till the day I own one. September 1999, I got my first computer. It almost ruins my SPM results as well, September is near to SPM and computer is, well, another tool for gaming. But well I made it pass SPM with just a B in my B.M. I also knew it wasn’t my best subject anyway. I was introduced to the world of internet when computers come into my life. Internet has slowly but surely becoming another part of my life. If u ask me now if I can ever live without connecting to the World Wide Web. I would say, ‘I would die’. A bit of exaggeration but nothing can explain better. August 12, 2005 was the day I have the Toshiba M50 in my hand.  A new computer was needed. A laptop. A laptop with a good graphic card to be exact is needed because I will be going Sydney and I need something that can support high-end games. My mum agrees without hesitation. I have always been wanting to get a new computer but I would never thought I would get it on the most special day. Although is a coincidence but it never stop it from being memorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from all these, cinema, movies, astro, wah lai toi, tvb dramas, and Manchester United have accompany me as I grew up to be who I am today. And all this was thanks to my mum. It’s a wonder how she was able to do it alone but she did it. Everyone says sorry when they heard that I was apparently fatherless but I have never been sorry at my life. I do not have a father but I have a mom. THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENDIN (Superman theme, not star wars)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-115415526819987801?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/115415526819987801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=115415526819987801&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115415526819987801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115415526819987801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2006/07/ah-seng-returns-those-that-i-grew-up.html' title=''/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31698192.post-115401844865647302</id><published>2006-07-28T00:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T02:41:45.106+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AhSeng Begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The year was 1985, August 12, when I was brought into this world, with a dim of fate and a tiny shard of luck. It was a surprise i made my way into this world for, I was a surprise. Separated by 12 and 13 years from my bro and sis respectively, i was indeed a surprise. I was never meant to grown into a multiple cell organism but as I was only the third child and the doctor was doing his job, i came here living my life. 20 years have passed into my life and yes, i am a fully grown multiple cell organism now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My life was a simple story, filled with a series of fortunate and unfortunate events. It wasn’t hard to tell my life in a word, average. But every little average lives out there deserves a mention for however average a life may be, It is filled with twirls of ups and of downs, and of small and of big, and of young and of just older than young. Life always has its surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My living days did not start off well for I was said to look like a dog. Well, people calls my fathers as AH KAU, so apparently, I will, somehow, look like a dog. But who dun look like some baby animal in the room where I shared with strangers baby. Oh boy, do i miss them. No matter how I look like during the first day of insults, I grew up to be this cute little lovable baby. I never cried impulsively, never steal strangers baby toys, never brave enough to clean the floor with detergents, never try to eat those candies-looking 20 cents coins and of course, never gave enough troubles to anyone to make them hate me for the rest of my baby lives. I was just this cute little baby that sleeps at 9 every night and wake up at 9 every morning (mum, throughout my life) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   However things change. Without my permission, I somehow grew. Was it the food or was the cells just multiplying for fun? 5 years into my life and i suddenly finds myself sitting in front of a table and listening to 5x2 lady trying to teach herself ABC. Oh it was too hard for me to know what she is doing. So, I decided to have some fun and make everyday a bring-your-own-toy-to-school day. And hence, my little bag was a little special. My oh-I-forgot-who-they-are friends have papers with ABC on its while I have planes and cars and tractors (all in miniatures form) in my bags. Oh how I miss those days where i defy the 5x2 lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I changed kindergarten for apparently defying too much. I move to somewhere more secluded, or should I say, somewhere with more space to run and hide. I still vividly remember how I have a clever little red ant biting my hand and how I ran all the way to my mum to help me flick the ant away. How clever was I then to ask for help eventhough I can do it myself. And I still remember how I loved to run all the way into a little village house to buy a 50 cents kite and how I loved to see the kites soar high in the sky. It was those days when I still like to run and dream of soaring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Leaving a place was always hard for me. I always remember how easily i cried when I had to leave my cousin house after a month of stayovers. I just do not like to be separated from my friends and family. The day to leave the kindergarten was here. It was more of a day of sadness and crying rather than a day of 'woohoo, I graduated!’ How I miss them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Going into a new school was never easy either. New place, new environment, new 5x2 ladies and somehow, there were man too, and of course, new fear. It is always nice to think back those years and realise how stupid am i. I was a 7 years old back then. I never like studying but abc and 123 just got stick into my mind. No matter how many times I would say I hate studying, primary school was one of the best things that ever happen to me and I believe to everyone else in this world for I start to know the meaning of friendship. Somehow, I start to keep in contacts with strangers. Unlike when I was 0 years old, I can talk and I have to see them day in and day out. School is where I met my good friends and my best friends. Life would never be the same without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Primary school comes and goes for 6 years and never comes back. And secondary school will also be a big part in my life. I hate the studying part of secondary school but without it, I would never have known the people that change my life all these years, my buddies. Mr Loo, my ever lovely principal, is probably everyone's worse nightmare and I never hated him less than anybody else do but without him, MBS discipline would never be as good. It is a wonder how bad things are always good to you. My mum always says the same thing but no, i would never like to eat bitterguard, EVAH, in my whole entire living life. Ahhhh. i hated secondary school all my life in it, but boy don't I wish I am back in those years right now. Memories never tasted sweeter. Those years, where we would look up.......to form six. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Secondary school comes and go just like primary school. And now I am at fork road of my life. I never really think of what I should pursue in my life. Probably I was too carefree, or probably i just played too much. Whatever is it, end of secondary school just struck me when it ended. I am gonna leave my friends again. I will not be able to see them everyday. God, I hate times like this. But everyone in this world would have to part one day. This statement is as true as how I hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And now i face the judgement of my life. In all my life till now, nothing will change my life dramatically. And now, wherever I go, I am bringing my whole life's direction with me. A pressure i never had thought of. Form six seems the choice of the public. It is where my friends reside but as average as I am, form six demands the finest. Well apparently even my mum raised her legs and step on me; I know I am not the finest. I want to be but well; my brain decided that I am not. So I was in KDU, proud student sponsored by Nanyang scholarship. And there is where I meet another group of wonderful individuals too. How i miss them. Well, everyone that knows me knows now i am not in KDU anymore. I miss my friends back there but it seems no one has walked the same path and it was hard just to keep in contact with them. Wish them all the best wherever there are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It was the biggest twist of my life. I accepted the biggest changes in my life. I am gonna be what I have never EVAH in my entire freaking life ever thought I will become. A teacher. I am gonna be like those 5x2 lady except that I am a man and a little taller than just 5 feet. I had mocked them, insult them, wanted to punch them, and never bother about what they said before and now, I am gonna be them. Is fantastic how life gives you such a wonderful twist. At that time, it was the biggest twist of my life. If i was to stay in KDU, I would burden my almost-retiring mum. I never wanted to burden her anymore for I have burdened her enough for the past 15, if not 17 years of my life. She has given me everything that I ever needed or wanted ALONE ever since my dad left us and this wonderful world when I was 2 years old. I do not remember him but I do miss him every time someone asks me about my dad. Fate has brought me onto this junction of life. And hence I will walk this road. Every road has its thorns and spikes but every road will have its roses too. This is a path I choose and this is the path I will walk....... with dignity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years have passed since i started my whole new journey on this path. I wouldn’t know what’s going to happen if I would have ever take another path but I will always at least try to have fun walking on this path. I always thought of becoming a pilot but since fate never brought me there, screw it. I always believe everything happens for a reason and though I have not gotten what I want; fate wanted me to walk this road for a reason. This road has of course stuck thorns and roses up my throat before but I had felt roses before too. I met a whole bunch of new friends, friends i enjoyed being with, friends i want to be with. A special thank you to all my friends that have brings joy to me. From primary school to secondary school, to KDU and then to ipba and to friends i met by fate and to the one that has changes my life before(though u hurt me before but I understand you never meant it) THANK YOU ALL for the joy and for the strengths and love you have given me. And of course, my family that are always so lovely. THANK YOU to everyone that has been part of my life. I love all of you. woohooo. (and last but not least, thank u for jade solid gold and tvb for giving me this best singer prize. thank you everybody)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder has the best days of my life has ever walk past me. Or whether my life ahead would be bleak. But i always believe that the anyday could be a best day, if only you would believe it is. Everyday is a new day and hence AHSENG BEGINS.......(batman themes, not staw wars, not superman.....hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31698192-115401844865647302?l=ahseng8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/feeds/115401844865647302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31698192&amp;postID=115401844865647302&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115401844865647302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31698192/posts/default/115401844865647302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahseng8.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahseng-begins-year-was-1985-august-12.html' title=''/><author><name>ahseng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308403480976518561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BxVFnhwZcj0/SUyrYM7TVJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzokkUXHthY/S220/CLOUD_STRIFE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
