<?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-647682680058503253</id><updated>2011-07-31T11:36:40.966+08:00</updated><category term='ways to see ghost'/><category term='see ghost'/><category term='the eye'/><category term='ghost'/><category term='eye 10'/><category term='the eye 10'/><title type='text'>7th month</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-1354710996860488870</id><published>2008-09-05T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:24:43.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke also got?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been tellin stories that happened in many places, now its karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedBox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened to my dad's colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ( dad's colleague) went to Redbox during happy hour. Not sure which Redbox is it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he went with 7 of his colleagues. So there are 8 of them singing, drinking and having fun. After they decide to call it a day, he asked for the bill.&lt;br /&gt;When he looked at the bill, he was shocked that why they have counted 9 person.&lt;br /&gt;There are only 8 people in the room.&lt;br /&gt;So he asked the manager to come.&lt;br /&gt;He asked why they counted 9 person.&lt;br /&gt;The manager bring him to the security room and show him the cctv footage of his room.&lt;br /&gt;Other then 7 of his friends and him, he saw another person sitting at the corner but all these while they were only 8 person in the room.&lt;br /&gt;He paid the bill without further questions.&lt;br /&gt;Guess they are everywhere eh..&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/647682680058503253-1354710996860488870?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/1354710996860488870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=1354710996860488870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/1354710996860488870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/1354710996860488870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/09/karaoke-also-got.html' title='Karaoke also got?'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-8971759952649296500</id><published>2008-09-01T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:38:07.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG cinema...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heard this story few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;This story happened way back between late eighties to the early nineties when the movie was still averagely showin' for 3 hours and they used to have a short break in the middle of the movie to let u freshen up, go to toilet, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened in a cinema in KL which was now demolished to make way for new buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred went down to KL to watch a movie ( forgot the title ). During the "half-time" break he went to the toilet. There was no people at that time. After doing his business, he washes his hand. While he was washing his hands, he caught a glimpse of a figure at the other end of the toilet. He turn his head to look at the figure. The figure too turn his head and lookin dead into Alfred's eyes. The face of the figure is pale as if there isn't blood in his face and ugly. He knew something was wrong so he ran out of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out, he say a guy walkin towards the toilet. He warn the guy that there is a ghost in there. The guy looks up and ask Alfred " The ghost look like me? "&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/647682680058503253-8971759952649296500?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/8971759952649296500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=8971759952649296500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/8971759952649296500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/8971759952649296500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg-cinema.html' title='OMG cinema...'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-7490735110727250467</id><published>2008-08-31T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:45:58.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The following really freaks me out. If i drive to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt;, i wont drive down at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (David)  was coming down from Genting with 3 of my friends in the car. I was in the passenger seat and my best friend was driving, the other 2 were sleeping at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was going quite fast considering it was a downhill (at about 60km/h), and suddenly a white Proton Wira overtook us (he was probably going at about 90km/h. I was cursing in the car about how can he go so fast, but my friend who was driving just asked me to shut up, and he said that he is very sure the Proton Wira will meet an accident later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious but I didn't not ask any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, about 10km down, we saw the Proton Wira in the monsoon drain. And there were polices and ambulance all over, causing a huge congestion to the road (it was about 3am). Then I saw a body being placed in the body bad, and that was the first time I saw a dead body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached KL, I asked my friend how did he know that an accident will happen to the Wira, and he said that when the car overtook us, he actually saw a long haired man running down whilst pushing the Wira down the road, and after he overtook us, he turned to my friend and waved and smiled at my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647682680058503253-7490735110727250467?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/7490735110727250467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=7490735110727250467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/7490735110727250467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/7490735110727250467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-way-down.html' title='On the way down'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-5857611772568783802</id><published>2008-08-30T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:15:01.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted wheels..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some whacked short stories that i've heard which got something to do with wheels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Lahat, perak, thr's a waterfall. on the way to the waterfall, the road is bad and small.. according to rumours, if u goin thr by car, make sure yur car has full passenger. else u'll have "some1/somthing" tumpang yur car on the way out.. freaky dude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a stretch of road which is very well-known for the number of deaths. they claim it's the "hantu" of the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night, this guy was driving his car along that road. (not sure what car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as he was driving, he noticed that his car's speed was increasing rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didn't step on the accelerator but yet his car was increasing in speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he figured out that something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looked in the rear-mirror and saw 6 "men" pushing his car from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men running at that speed? must be something else.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his fren always do loads of overtime works,sometimes going back home until 2am in the morning..so one unlucky day his fren who rides kapcai to go to work and comeback, saw a man crossing the road..so normal reaction is to slow down the motorbike la of course...the man looks normal, nothing ghostly..so after he slew his speed, the man walked very fast to crossed the wrote and fly away..that poor guy was sicked for more than a week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple driving that road at night, then suddenly they feel something landing on the top of their car. The driver (husband) told his wife if anything happen, don't open the door and drive away fast. The husband went out and never come back. The wife was worrying her husband then suddenly she heard some big slam on the roof top of the car..the passerby give signal to the woman to drive away quickly...cuz there's "something" that is eating her husband alive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of goons were speedin on the Kesas.&lt;br /&gt;Its around 3-4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, another car jst came at much higher speed and overtook them.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to bear the humiliation, they chased the car, but weird thing is, they are already goin very fast (assume &gt;180km/h) yet they cant keep up with tht car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally when the car slowed down and they manage to go side by side, they took a good look.&lt;br /&gt;The car and humans in it were all made of paper. Made for offering to the deceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last story gave me a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;shiver&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647682680058503253-5857611772568783802?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/5857611772568783802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=5857611772568783802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/5857611772568783802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/5857611772568783802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/stories-to-do-with-automobiles.html' title='Haunted wheels..'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-3171546524281130513</id><published>2008-08-29T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T14:45:55.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost caught on camera..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After so many stories and videos, i would like to show you some ghost pic. It looks like its the read deal to me. What you think..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ocoX3x1Fai0/R2KkZk2cs3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sBUs_XbY58o/s320/ghost_news_908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 211px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ocoX3x1Fai0/R2KkZk2cs3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sBUs_XbY58o/s320/ghost_news_908.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic is taken from a chinese newspaper. The pic are taken after the accident in Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3881/3000/1600/hantu%20di%20dalam%20kereta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 281px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3881/3000/1600/hantu%20di%20dalam%20kereta.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a picture take outside a suzuki showroom after it is closed. look closely in the orange suzuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3881/3000/1600/smu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 257px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3881/3000/1600/smu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is a class photo taken in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be more pictures next time..&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/647682680058503253-3171546524281130513?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/3171546524281130513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=3171546524281130513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/3171546524281130513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/3171546524281130513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/ghost-caught-on-camera.html' title='Ghost caught on camera..'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ocoX3x1Fai0/R2KkZk2cs3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sBUs_XbY58o/s72-c/ghost_news_908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-8952770317356242588</id><published>2008-08-24T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:26:26.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont mess with the board....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you play the ouija board before? I dont know if it really enable us to communicate withe the dead. Here is a story about the board. The names in the following story is changed due to some unforeseen circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy went back to her apartment early after work to prepare the stuffs needed for the "old school" ouija board. She and her friend decided to give it a try after the read it off the net. Her friend, Sara returned home early unexpectedly because she said she will be having a meeting. Anyway after everything was done, they off the lights and lit the candles which was placed around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected the board started to "talk". They ask all kinds of stuff from the name of the spirit to who is gonna be their future husband and stuffs like that. They were so into it until the door bell ring. Amy went to get the door. To her surprise when she open the door, she saw Sara standing in front of her. She turned back and the "Sara" she is playing with just now is not there.&lt;br /&gt;Wander who is she playing with all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i were you, i wont try the board. If you decided to give it a try , please let me know.&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/647682680058503253-8952770317356242588?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/8952770317356242588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=8952770317356242588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/8952770317356242588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/8952770317356242588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-mess-with-board.html' title='Dont mess with the board....'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-966214613238494261</id><published>2008-08-23T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:13:41.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The following story is quite a famous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years back a camping trip at Pahang was organized by a school. There were around 40 students who joined the trip. It was a 3 days 2 night stay in the camping site. Everything went on fine until the last night of the trip. They went in the jungle, blind-folded. After the activity they have a head-count. Everyone was they. The following morning just before they get in the bus, they have anouther count just to make sure. As usual the facilitator ask them to count among themselves loudly. They started from 1, 2, 3, 4, 5..........until 39. One of the students were missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facilitators looked everywhere for the missing student but the student was nowhere to be found. As the last resort they call up the authorities to have a search and rescue thing. They also did inform the parents. The search for the student went on for weeks then later on they just give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years have passed and there is another trip to that particular place again. Everything went on fine this time till before the leave for the city. The campers count among themselves again. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, ...........38, 39, 40, 41. The facilitator quickly turn around. He was sure that there are only 40 campers but how come they count till 41?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the soul of the missing student was still hanging around, waiting to go back to the city.&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/647682680058503253-966214613238494261?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/966214613238494261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=966214613238494261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/966214613238494261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/966214613238494261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/camp-out.html' title='camp out'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-5188075491186446439</id><published>2008-08-22T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:23:02.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drill your way to hell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      A geological group who drilled a hole about 14.4 kilometers deep in the crust of the earth are saying that they heard human screams. Screams have been heard from the condemned souls from earth's deepest hole. Terrified scientists are afraid they have let loose the evil powers of hell up to the earth's surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    'The information we are gathering is so surprising, that we are sincerely afraid of what we might find down there,' stated Dr Azzacov, the manager of the project in remote Siberia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the story, the geologists were dumbfounded. After they had drilled several kilometers through the earth's crust, the drill bit suddenly began to rotate wildly. 'There is only one explanation,' said Dr Azzacov. 'The deep center of the earth is hollow!' The report continued:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The second surprise was the high temperature they discovered in the earth's center. 'The calculations indicate the given temperature was about 1,100 degrees Celsius, or over 2,000 degrees Fahrenheit,' Azzacov pointed out. 'This is far more then we expected. It seems almost like an inferno of fire is brutally going on in the center of the earth.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    'The last discovery was nevertheless the most shocking to our ears, so much so that the scientists are afraid to continue the project. We tried to listen to the earth's movements at certain intervals with supersensitive microphones, which were let down through the hole. What we heard turned those logically thinking scientists into a trembling ruins. It was a sometimes a weak, but high pitched sound which we thought to be coming from our own equipment,' explained Dr Azzacov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    'But after some adjustments we comprehended that indeed the sound came from the earth's interior. We could hardly believe our own ears. We heard a human voice, screaming in pain. Even though one voice was discernible, we could hear thousands, perhaps millions, in the background, of suffering souls screaming. After this ghastly discovery, about half of the scientists quit because of fear. Hopefully, that which is down there will stay there,' Dr Azzacov added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Trinity Broadcasting Network newsletter, the Finnish article had been given to them by a Texas evangelist, R.W. Schambach, who was a frequent guest on their network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked with Schambach's office and were assured that the story was 'absolutely true' and had been substantiated. They said they had an article from a 'respected scientific journal' in Finland, as well as a letter from a Norwegian man, Age Rendalen, who had confirmed it. Rendalen had sent his letter directly to Trinity Broadcasting Network and the details he revealed added a new dimension to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rendalen told the network that he had visited United States a few weeks earlier and happened upon their telecast about the Drilling to Hell story. He wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I must confess that I laughed when I heard your account... I did not believe one word of it, and commented to my friend that Americans sure were gullible to believe that hell could be physically located to a hole in the ground. I cannot even begin to tell you what a shock it was to me when I returned to Norway and found the newspapers full of reports about this incident. I knew immediately that if there was a hell, I for sure would end up in it. A tremendous fear took hold of me, and for two nights I dreamed about fire and screams until I surrendered to God and committed my life to his hands for safe-keeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the letter, Rendalen went on to encourage the network not to let 'skeptics' interfere with their telling of the story. He included a copy and translation of what he claimed was an article from Norway's largest and most reputable newspaper, with more information about the drilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rendalen's translation of the article told of opposition to the drilling by Russian atheists, as well as government intimidation to keep the scientists from telling the rest of the world about their discovery. The account, which drew on the eyewitness testimony of a Mr Nummedal, also added a new detail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    What really unnerved the Soviets, apart from the voice recordings, was the appearance that same night of a fountainhead of luminous gas shooting up from the drill site, and out of the midst of this incandescent cloud pillar a brilliant being with bat wings revealed itself with the words (in Russian): 'I have conquered,' emblazoned against the dark Siberian sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    'The incident was absolutely unreal; the Soviets cried out in terror,' says Mr Nummedal. Later that night, he saw ambulance crews circulating in the community. A driver he knew told him that they had been told to sedate everybody with a medication known to erase short term memory. The Soviets use this drug in the treatment of shock victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats what i've heard. To believe or not its up to you but for me, its just doesn;t seem right. Anyway i'll try to find the "voice recording".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647682680058503253-5188075491186446439?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/5188075491186446439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=5188075491186446439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/5188075491186446439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/5188075491186446439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/drill-your-way-to-hell.html' title='Drill your way to hell...'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-386579032272165303</id><published>2008-08-21T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:03:33.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its on TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember the Usj 23 incident that i told you its on the papers? Now its even on tv, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;3&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="570" height="467"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.tv3.com.my/App_Themes/tv3/swf/FlvPlayer_570x467.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="flv=http://medprima.vo.llnwd.net/o18/u/tv3/pri/360/360_2008_034_01_cft.flv &amp;amp;title=360 SS3: Episod 34"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tv3.com.my/App_Themes/tv3/swf/FlvPlayer_570x467.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="360" flashvars="flv=http://medprima.vo.llnwd.net/o18/u/tv3/pri/360/360_2008_034_01_cft.flv &amp;amp;title=360 SS3: Episod 34"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="570" height="467"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.tv3.com.my/App_Themes/tv3/swf/FlvPlayer_570x467.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="flv=http://medprima.vo.llnwd.net/o18/u/tv3/pri/360/360_2008_034_02_cft.flv &amp;amp;title=360 SS3: Episod 34"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tv3.com.my/App_Themes/tv3/swf/FlvPlayer_570x467.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="360" flashvars="flv=http://medprima.vo.llnwd.net/o18/u/tv3/pri/360/360_2008_034_02_cft.flv &amp;amp;title=360 SS3: Episod 34"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Part 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="570" height="467"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.tv3.com.my/App_Themes/tv3/swf/FlvPlayer_570x467.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="flv=http://medprima.vo.llnwd.net/o18/u/tv3/pri/360/360_2008_034_03_cft.flv &amp;amp;title=360 SS3: Episod 34"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tv3.com.my/App_Themes/tv3/swf/FlvPlayer_570x467.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="360" flashvars="flv=http://medprima.vo.llnwd.net/o18/u/tv3/pri/360/360_2008_034_03_cft.flv &amp;amp;title=360 SS3: Episod 34"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many well-known haunted places in Malaysia. The list of places can be found in the net. In-case you didnt come across it before, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgetown - The Deadly Junction (Bomoh Kuai - Bomoh Ghost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a T-Junction, located beside the Union High School, It Was said that if you ever drive across it late at night, your car will go out of control, &amp;amp; crash because there were many accidents happened there. some said that there is a tiny unknown tree which looks like a lady carrying a child beside the road, they saw her figure &amp;amp; a child screaming, some old folks said she was once a "bomoh"(witch) &amp;amp; she kidnapped her sister's son,somehow they never appear after being seen beside this "DEADLY JUNCTION".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perak - Ipoh - Tambun (Ah Por Kuai - Granny Ghost)&lt;br /&gt;Sighting of an old lady on the roadside while driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay College of Kuala Kangsar (Yat Pun Kuai - Japanese Ghost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said to be a former site of a Japanese occupation camp during WW2. Students sometimes awakened by something that stares down directly at them. A marching platoon can be heard in the field. The sounds of chains. A tree on campus which is right beside a lamppost where the light shines down on it. The shadow produced is that of a man hanging from the tree. This may be urban legend. A few though were conveniently historically 'situated' as they were old colonial admin buildings that were used by the Japanese during the Occupation in the 1940s where 'executions' would take place. Some of these buildings were the Victoria Institution (school), the Bukit Bintang Girls School (now demolished)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur - Bukit Tunku (Fei Cheh Kuai - Fly Car Ghost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spooky place to be. Bukit (Hill) Tunku is actually one of the more elite Residential areas in Kuala Lumpur. This place has many big and tall trees, and has this eerie feeling about it even at broad daylight and of course at night. It is said that a few years ago two youth embarked on a high speed motorcycle chase around the curvy roads of the area. One of the youth crashed at a dark stretch of the road, which is actually a very sharp corner. There have been claims about sightings of a young man riding a motorcycle at high speed, who mysteriously vanished in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur - Cheras - Poliklinik Cheras (Peng Kuai -Sick Ghost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be a government hospital but it is being abandoned with no reason, been to the place before seems haunted and bizarre, rumors heard that there are still some dead patient that is loitering around the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting Highlands Resort (Dou Kuai -Gambling Ghost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A famous hill-top resort and casino. Many people incurred gambling debts and committed suicide here. Some visitors leaving the hotel lobby reported seeing a man in red jump from the rooftop, just to disappear before he hits the ground. Certain rooms are not available for rent no matter how full the hotel was those who have seen the inside reported that it was filled with old Chinese ghost wards. They would subsequently fall sick for days afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur - Highland Towers (Condo Kuai - Condominium Ghost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tragic event that will forever live in the memory of Malaysians. One of the 3 blocks of apartment at this place fell apart due to landslide and heavy downpour prior to that fateful day. And Highland Towers have become famous for claims of being a very haunted place. Voices of the dead can be heard at night and ghostly figures are said to have appeared at the scene. There are also a story about a taxi driver who picked up a woman passenger at the middle of the night and being asked to drop her at the place. She left a bag and the poor taxi driver found it to be full of blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur - Pudu Prison (Lan Chai Kuai - Gangster Ghost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old prison that was abandoned after the area around it became commercialized. Reports of a strange thin Indian man walking the prison hallways and disappearing around the corner. Screams can be heard from the room where hangings take place. Certain areas such as specific cells and holding chambers were far colder than others. There were of course many in-prison acts of violence that led to deaths of inmates. Many drug addicts were known to be victims of violent criminals and so they were moved out into another prison elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur - Victoria Institution (Hong Mou Kuai - Red Hair Ghost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very famous landmark in Kuala Lumpur, V.I. a boys school was a Japanese base during the occupation of Malaysia. Many British soldiers and locals were brutally tortured to death in the basement and some of the older buildings on the campus. It is said that not only are apparitions common in the day as well as the night, there have been many cases of spirits possessing students. The possessed boys would behave strangely, even violently, harming other students and teachers only to snap out&lt;br /&gt;of it a few hours later and remember nothing, even when they were forcibl restrained, their bruises would disappear when they returned to normal.&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/647682680058503253-386579032272165303?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/386579032272165303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=386579032272165303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/386579032272165303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/386579032272165303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-on-tv_21.html' title='Its on TV'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-3325423359976705103</id><published>2008-08-20T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:22:09.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Clock...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever wonder when you'll die, when your life just end..? If you want to know i can show you how. It didnt try it myself though. Dont want know when will i die. If you did try, let me know did it work. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deathclock.com/"&gt;☠ITS TICKING AWAY☠&lt;/a&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/647682680058503253-3325423359976705103?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/3325423359976705103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=3325423359976705103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/3325423359976705103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/3325423359976705103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/death-clock_20.html' title='Death Clock...'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-7328870099641533681</id><published>2008-08-18T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:54:49.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Penang Bridge was in the making at 1982. It takes 3 years to complete the project. Rumours had it that during that 3 years of construction many workers have been killed, mostly due to accidents and the spirit of the dead workers are said to be stayed on the bridge. Later on, "freak" accidents begin to happen. To ensure the safety of the other workers, the project admin had invited a bomoh to cleanse the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also said that they put a skull or two in the bridge because according to what i've heard of, the spirit of the skull will protect the place that their head was placed. Then after all the worshippin and cleansing, the project went on fine until its done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is some stuff i heard from my friends. This might happen to you if you're "lucky"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; If you drive on the bridge at around 2 or 3, you might see a figure jumping off hte bridge...repeatedly..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're drivin around the same time again you might see a figure jogging. Thats seems pretty normal right. What if the figure is headless..? Will it be normal? &lt;img src="http://geminigeek.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":P" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This sound pretty stupid. If you see a car speed past your car, dont ever overtake it. Why? Because when you look at the driver, you might just see the seat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/647682680058503253-7328870099641533681?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/7328870099641533681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=7328870099641533681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/7328870099641533681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/7328870099641533681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/penang-bridge.html' title='Penang Bridge'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-7993247608164973666</id><published>2008-08-17T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:04:16.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is another ghost story i've heard. So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CK and TC went to a casino ( cant tell the name ) on the weekends to earn some extra cash. They spend almost the whole day in the casino. Gamble, gamble and gamble. Around 1am, TC figured that he have earned what he aimed so he decide to call it a night. He went back to his hotel room but CK was still there bettin'. After TC finished bathin and stuff, he quickly fall asleep as it has been quite a tiring day for him. Suddenly around 3am, his eyes were wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that something heavy was placed or sitting on  top him. He cant seem to move, not even a little. By that time. he freaking out and sweating like mad. He tried to chant some prayers but it dont seem to be workin. He was lying on his right when was awake. To his relief, he saw his friend opened the room door. He tried to ask for his friend's help by using his eyes to signal but his friend didnt help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He soon figured out there is nothin' he could do, so he tried to sleep it off. He was in a state of half-concious. By the time he woke up the next morning, he can move. He quickly change his clothes and get out of the room. He didnt even bother to brush his teeth. He then saw his friend at the casino's cafe. He told him that he was disturbed by something last night. He scolded CK for not helpin him but CK told him that he didnt go back to their room last night.&lt;br /&gt;So what you think he saw last night?&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/647682680058503253-7993247608164973666?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/7993247608164973666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=7993247608164973666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/7993247608164973666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/7993247608164973666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-my-friend.html' title='Not my friend...'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-2267663755073750998</id><published>2008-08-16T16:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:55:07.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Usj16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the 16th day of ghost month. Somethin' freaky happened to me and my friends when we were hanging out at Usj16 field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After basketball Wei Wern. Mugi, Tong Yuan, Yee Shien and I went to have breakfast at Weng Soon. We decided to hang around at the gazebo ( big pondok ) at 16 after we had our meal. We just fooled around at the gazebo and suddenly I let Wei Wern hear a edited version of "One Missed Call" ringtone. Everyone listened to that ringtone. Out of nowhere, one of us ( forget who already ) begin tellin' ghost story. Then one by one, we were all tellin' stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wei Wern begin to hear a "chuit" sound ( mouse squeek kinda sound, those usually use to call the ah neh at mamak ) on his left. Then he was lookin' who was doin' that but the was noone except us and some cars passin' by. He asked us whether we hear the "sound". We said no. We continue crappin then i heard the "sound" comin frm the right. Almost everyone heard that. After that Yee Shien left cause his transport was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just ignore the "sound" and continue crappin. The "sound"  is still being made but cant see who or what is makin it. I just say maybe just the bikes. Tong Yuan is kinda freaking out already. He wanted to go home but we all just tell him to chill and nothin' will happen. We continue crappin and we hear the "sound" again and again. We were freaking out then suddenly the "sound" came frm above, right above Wei Wern. This time it was longer and louder then those previous "sounds". I dont know about them but this one gave me a spine chillin feel. We quickly get on our bikes and went home.&lt;br /&gt;Wander who is makin' that sound?&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/647682680058503253-2267663755073750998?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/2267663755073750998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=2267663755073750998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/2267663755073750998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/2267663755073750998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/usj16.html' title='Usj16'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-2781969389080469328</id><published>2008-08-15T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:18:18.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cryin'</title><content type='html'>Today is the 15th of the Lunar Calendar, just half way thru the ghost festival. Before i start off with another story. Here is video to chill you down before the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqc3RrC8iAw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/sqc3RrC8iAw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqc3RrC8iAw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Lol~! Thats one of fav ads. So the next story is from a guy called TS. This is what he experienced on New Years. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was 31st December 2001 , i finished Form 5 and was celebrating New Year's Day @ Sunway , I remember i did not drive on this day as there were too many cars that getting in n out of sunway so we were car pooling , well NY as usual like any other yr , fireworks , greetings , SMSes etc etc ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fireworks show ended , we decided to leave and headed to our favorite Mamak Spot which is famous for their Milo , Neslo , Koteh (Kopi and teh ) , nescafe shakes in Old Town Petaling Jaya , the one opposite Public Bank and the market ... it was around 12.30am and we chatted till like 2am++ b4 returning to one of our fren's place to sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there was around of 5 cars and of coz we parked @ different spots so when we left some were taking other routes and i volunteered to drive one of my fren's car since he was quite tired ... i took the stretch where Campbell Soup situated at and got quite a no. of workshops around there ... almost 7 yrs ago that stretch of road is quite dark itself , there were street lights but the trees there were huge and bushy therefore some places are just kinda like pitch black ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird part starts here , we winded down our window since it's kinda late and the air were cool and refreshing coz there's so many trees around , we were listening to Robbie Williams "ROCK DJ" ... as i turn right into that stretch i've got this weird feeling which i cant explained till today , well since alrdy started that stretch , decided 2 drive on ... after passing a few shops on my left suddenly i heard dogs howling like those sad and long type ones ... they keep on howling n i saw a few stray dogs on the opposite road .. well nothing 2 shout about , but in the background of the song 'Rock DJ" were womens' cry ... yeah i am so sure about that ... it's like cries fr being tortured , and yeah the song was still playing but being mix with the cries + dogs' howling , thought it was my imagination so didnt care much bout it ... keep on listening to the pitiful cries in the background of the song ... but after passing campbell's factory i cant take it anymore , turned around and wanted 2 asked my friend , and SH*T he was alrdy looking @ me all this while and i didnt realised it ... so i just asked him ... u heard it ? he was like "yeah , since i turned into that road" , well took no time 2 chat but sped away and wind up our window ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exited the road and the end of the roundabout , drove on but turned off the radio , reached fren's house safely and i talked to my fren about it , he was kinda freaked out alrdy so am i ... so i told myself it couldnt be imagination as my fren heard it as well ... turn the Cd player back on ... and played "Rock DJ" and this time the song was normal ... was pretty scared of coz ... so went in n told the rest ... they were excited 2 hear our story as well in the meantime one of my fren mentioned .... "they are most active between 2am and 4am" ... he's damm right ..................&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/647682680058503253-2781969389080469328?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/2781969389080469328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=2781969389080469328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/2781969389080469328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/2781969389080469328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-is-15th-of-lunar-calendar-just.html' title='Cryin&apos;'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-204234361697213434</id><published>2008-08-14T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:45:44.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My turn..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been bloggin about ghost stories that i've heard which allegedly said to be true. Now i'm gonna tell you about what happen to me.   O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident happen around a year or two back, when it was around end of 2006 or early 2007. Cant remember the date. It was around 6 maybe 7 in the evening. As usual i bath then come go to my room and dry my hair. I usual dry my with the whole towel on my head, coverin my face. Then suddenly i heard something was "breathing" right next to my ear. At first i thought it was my brother, playin tricks on me. Then i searched my room but noone was there. Then i started to freak out and quickly run downstairs. After that i didnt cover my head with any towel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be short but it definately did happen to me. It still freaks me out now. And for if you want to share your encounters, you can mail it to me at lonelyshadoe@yahoo.com.my with the title "would like to share" and i'll post it here.&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/647682680058503253-204234361697213434?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/204234361697213434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=204234361697213434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/204234361697213434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/204234361697213434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-turn.html' title='My turn..'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-5731815853293413164</id><published>2008-08-12T20:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:29:33.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A budget stay at genting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You ever wonder why RIA apartment being called blok Selangor and blok Pahang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last time, when the workers were building it, many Banglas and Indons died. They fall becos sometimes it's too cold up there, they slip, fall and died. During the construction, the codename for the building was genting satu and genting dua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's finally complete, the management stick with the name. Genting satu and Genting dua. First few month it was havoc for the management. Ppl who come and stay there won't stay long. They got scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said, when they want to check in, someone outside the apartment, by the road, will ask the tourist or traveller, which block they stay, and they say genting satu or genting dua. Then this person who asked them walked away. So when they check in their room, they freak out cos the person who asked them showed up open the door for them. What worst, it has no legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened to a few ppl until the management decide to change the block to be called blok Pahang and blok Selangor. The ghost are still outside asking, but once you mentioned blok Pahang, they get confused and trying to figure out where it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, less ghost reported, following the tourists to their room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, in case you want to know whether the ghost is real or not in case you being asked by the road side, the ghost either dark skin n talk in weird English slang or the not so dark skin one will ask you in Indon accent.&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/647682680058503253-5731815853293413164?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/5731815853293413164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=5731815853293413164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/5731815853293413164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/5731815853293413164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/budget-stay-at-genting-think-again.html' title='A budget stay at genting?'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-4209394307784054949</id><published>2008-08-10T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T16:58:16.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School again?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The previous post was about SMK USJ 23 and now, Seafield's turn? Wow. Whats with schools and ghost nowadays? Which school is next? SMK USJ 12? Hahah..Hope not. Anywhere i took th following story from Jiashin's blog. Hope she dont mind &lt;img src="http://geminigeek.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":P" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;. So here you go. Enjoy~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are rumours in my school,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SMK SEAFIELD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is haunted by ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This incident happened recently, the day before yesterday. It is not just some story created by students like all the other school. It happened to afternoon session's students, I think it is because it is always dark and raining in the afternoon nowadays. Many students SAW it happened, including a teacher. Now, a lot the students know about it, and even teachers from the morning session are talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;It happened to 1 of my friend's sister from the afternoon session. I was told by them it happened at the choir room and the girl's surau&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the choir room, while students are singing, the locker opened and slammed back itself continuously. The choir teacher asked them to use a bag to block the locker, but..it still opened itself by pushing the bag away. The teacher asked the students to leave the choir room immediately. Imagine how many students saw this, and also the teacher. Some of the girls told me they felt something cold touching their shoulder when they are singing, while the other girl screamed out of a sudden and ran out of the room and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this Malay girl who was sleeping in the class room, just out of a sudden she fainted on the floor, then she started crying. She wouldn't stop. Until teachers have to come pull her on the ground to bring her to the surau&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and pray. She was screaming ' SELAMATKAN anonymous'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all the way and everyone was looking. &lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt; is my good friend's sister. &lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt; said that she and the Malay girl doesn't know each other at all. So she was freaked out and got so scared. Some even said that the Malay girl saw a girl ghost with long hair in white, with blood all over the face in the surau&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ( I am not sure if this part is really true.) The Malay girl didn't come to school for a day, she said that she saw the 'thing' was waiting for her to come out from her house in the morning. Then when she went to school, she told &lt;em&gt;anonymous&lt;/em&gt; that she can see the ghost is now following her. Well, that's all I've heard. I don't think this is just some joke made by students, because there were many victims.&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/647682680058503253-4209394307784054949?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/4209394307784054949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=4209394307784054949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/4209394307784054949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/4209394307784054949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-again.html' title='School again?!'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-5832353393201595298</id><published>2008-08-09T16:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:44:03.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted school?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nowadays everywhere is gettin' spooky, even schools. Heard that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SMK USJ 23 &lt;/span&gt;had something creepy goin' on since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;last 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;. Luckily i have some friends from that school who have a friend who happens to be a witness. According him this is what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the end of math period in my(Alwin) class. Out of nowhere a girl started shouting, a minute or so, another girl shouted. Later on, another girl shouted. I'm in my class when the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; start to spread till 5 Zuhrah(a class). That time the whole school was real havoc. Teachers are running around, the students were screaming from all sorts of direction. All the students from 1st floor and above were ordered to go down because the school admins were afraid that those who were possesed will jump of the school building. Then malay prayers were put on thru loudspeakers. Since all the students were at dataran and the prayers was taking place, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; spread more quickly amont the malay girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first they were bought to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bilik mesyuarat&lt;/span&gt; but the room was full in matter of minutes. Then they were brought to  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bilik spbt&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pejabat&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bilik disiplin&lt;/span&gt;, then the walkway to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pejabat&lt;/span&gt;. It was like a aftermath of a war, bodies lying everywhere. It takes at least 10 people to carry a student who were possesed and another 10 to pin the girls down. The possesed students were shouting and struggling. This went on for a long time, then they stop the prayers because its making the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; to spread faster. At around 12.30 the girl that have been possesed by the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leader&lt;/span&gt;" of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; was brought to admission in the  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bilik &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disiplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She was screamin' and all. Before that all those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuk iman&lt;/span&gt;(religious people) came or i shall say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;backup&lt;/span&gt;" have arrived. So one of them went to help the one in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bilik disiplin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there that time. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuk iman&lt;/span&gt; asked the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keluar dari budak ini sekarang!&lt;/span&gt;". Then she sais "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak boleh&lt;/span&gt;" and started screamin'. Then he asked "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nak rotan tak?&lt;/span&gt;". She replied "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya tak takut&lt;/span&gt;". He then took the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rotan&lt;/span&gt;, pressed it against her leg and and say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awak jangan nak berlagak. Lepaskan budak ini sekarang&lt;/span&gt;". She stayed still for awhile and started screaming again. She say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya janji akan lepaskan budak ini jika kamu lepaskan saya&lt;/span&gt;" but the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuk iman &lt;/span&gt;didnt let her go. Afer that time passes by as she shouted stuff like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lepaskanlah saya babi!&lt;/span&gt;". My friends and i went out to get some rest. After around an hour the girl stop screamin'. They actually used garlic at the end, not sure whats th reason but it definately make the girls stop screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys were possesed during the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leader&lt;/span&gt;" thing taking place. 10 other boys went to hold one of the possesed boy down but he just pushed to 10 guys away. In the end, it takes 20 people to pin him down. It seems that when the guy was possesed, his eyes were red. Then one of the students that were being possesed start saying that many many years ago, the place where my school block is, used to have a very big tree there. A family used to stay there. The&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;student&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" say she used to lay by the tree and one day that tree was chopped down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuk iman&lt;/span&gt;, a girl was possesed by a baby spirit because the girl was drawing pictures, laughing and she even say the  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuk iman&lt;/span&gt; was cute. Back to the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leader&lt;/span&gt;", she say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lepaskan aku dan saya tidak akan kacau sesiapa lagi&lt;/span&gt;" and started laughin' but in the after sometime she kept on saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya tidak akan lepaskan budak ini saya nak budak ini juga&lt;/span&gt;". After the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leader&lt;/span&gt;" left around 1.50,everything was back to normal then school was dismissed at 2+. This is not the school's "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt;". Its been happening for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best i can find. Hope you enjoy. And next time if you want to shift&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; school&lt;/span&gt;, dont just see their curricullum or discipline try know more about the history of that certain place. This incident was also on the papers, METRO.&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/647682680058503253-5832353393201595298?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/5832353393201595298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=5832353393201595298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/5832353393201595298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/5832353393201595298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/haunted-school.html' title='Haunted school?'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-941824730926821420</id><published>2008-08-08T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:37:49.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See for yourself..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vE8lTX1D4t0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vE8lTX1D4t0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/vE8lTX1D4t0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another vid. As usual judge for urself. Enjoy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647682680058503253-941824730926821420?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/941824730926821420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=941824730926821420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/941824730926821420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/941824730926821420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/see-for-yourself.html' title='See for yourself..'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-1822490164538708587</id><published>2008-08-08T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:38:51.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just around the corner...</title><content type='html'>For those who live somewhere near Usj 16-18 i think you should have heard &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Weng Soon&lt;/span&gt; Jaya (the shop behind Sri Melur). I heard there's an "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;encounter&lt;/span&gt;" there today. This is what i've heard so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wantan mee fella as usual was making he's way to his stall at Weng Soon. Its around 7+am when he reached there. When he's about to park his car he say a old man in front of his car, crossing the road. He quickly steer his car to the right to avoid the old man. The wantan fella crashed his car into two other stationary cars and into his stall (somewhere near the chee chueng fun stall). When he came out from his car, the old man was nowhere to be seen. What do you think he saw...? I'm not sure what but its definately not a human being. Guess the old man misses his wantan mee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt mean to scare you from that place and i'm not sayin' its haunted or stuff like that. Its the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Ghost Month&lt;/span&gt;, what you expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/647682680058503253-1822490164538708587?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/1822490164538708587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=1822490164538708587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/1822490164538708587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/1822490164538708587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-around-corner.html' title='Just around the corner...'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-6649551787748500503</id><published>2008-08-07T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:53:48.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superstitions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are few ways for us to avoid being "kacau" by wandering ghost this month. As you know this is the ghost month, so there will be homeless ghost wandering around. They will go around disturb people just for the sake of fun....i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you're walking alone, dont turn back when you hear people call you even you hear a familiar voice. When you turn back if you dont see anyone you better run. And if you really have to turn back, dont just turn your neck, turn your body as well..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dont go swimming in the pool or the sea...i mentioned that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dont disturb the offerings you see by the roadside. Dont kick it cause you think its funny. You might never know if "their" having "their" meal that time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;According to what i know, ghost walk alongside with the wall. So if you're going out especially at night avoid walking anywhere close to a wall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you stay in a hotel, avoid havin' a night in a "end-lot". As i've told you just now, ghost walk alongside to a wall. They'll follow the wall till the end they'll enter the last room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;GOOD LUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;here is another story...enjoy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 years back, the road along the old airport or Jln Sg Besi would be very quiet by the time it was pass midnight. Back then, there were lesser cars than now. The whole highway there was said that it used to be an old chinese cemetarial ground and even as we speak today, you can still see some old chinese tombstones just by the side of the road.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was very late when this young taxi driver drove by the deserted road. He decided to take a shortcut by cutting through the old cemetary grounds. Being a brave man he is, he was not afraid nor did he believed in the ghost stories that some of his fellow friends tell at the coffee shop during their break times.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As he was driving through the winding trunk road, far ahead, he could see a lady standing by the roadside. The closer he got, he noticed that the lady was very attractive and wore a long white dress. Not only was she pretty, she also seemed to be upset and waiting for something. The young taxi driver thought he could be a good samaritan and pulled over. He asked the lady if she needed a ride and the lady happily agreed. As soon as she stepped into his car, he could smell a very pungent smell of some sort of flower and commented that her perfume was nice. The lady only smiled and handed to the young taxi driver a piece of paper.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After looking at the address written on the paper, the young taxi driver drove to the destination. Along the way, he couldn’t help but notice the sweet scents of the flowers. After arriving at her destination, the lady got out of the taxi without paying.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The very next morning, only did the young taxi driver realized that the lady did not pay for her ride. Since her home was on the way to his house, he decided to drop by to collect the debts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Upon arriving at her house, he spoke to an elderly couple and explained to them the senario the night before. The elderly couple were shocked and replied that it would not be possible since their only daughter had already passed away 7 days ago. The young taxi driver did not believe the elderly couple and thus, they showed him their daughter’s shrine.The young taxi driver was so shocked when he saw that the picture on the shrine was exactly the attractive lady that he took on as a passanger just the night before.&lt;/p&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/647682680058503253-6649551787748500503?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/6649551787748500503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=6649551787748500503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/6649551787748500503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/6649551787748500503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/superstitions.html' title='superstitions...'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-705680724259676899</id><published>2008-08-03T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:56:32.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethin' familiar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we're goin' thru the hungry ghost month, i'm gonna recommend some movies to get some shivers down that spine of yours, if you have the guts to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/3705/posters/poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 227px;" src="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/3705/posters/poster1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DEAD SILENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.best-horror-movies.com/image-files/the-eye-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 205px;" src="http://www.best-horror-movies.com/image-files/the-eye-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE EYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of these are kinda scary. i wont watch these alone. NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a funny one. this is from singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dvdonline.com.au/images/men%20in%20white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 161px;" src="http://www.dvdonline.com.au/images/men%20in%20white.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MEN IN WHITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of my fav comedy xD&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of something familiar. Here's a story about Genting Highlands which i think almost everyone have been to. Enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if any&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Malaysian have not heard of this story. It was a horrifying  hit some years ago about an encounter with a pontianak. &lt;p&gt;It seemed one late night on the old road to Genting Highlands, before the new road was opened, a couple, husband and wife were driving downwards heading home after having their holidays. After passing a tunnel, their car began to have some wierd sounds. Curious, the husband decided to stop along the roadside to check on the engine. The road was deserted as it was late at night. The husband opened the bonnet of the car and began examining the engine with his torchlight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While the husband was busy finding out what happened to his car, the wife sat quitely in the car waiting for him. Some 15 minutes passed by and the husband was still busy with the car. The wife just sat there patiently, she was beginning to wonder what took him so long. The eerie silence was a little too much for her as there was not a single sound at all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Suddenly, she heard a loud motor sound coming towards her car. In need of help, she called out loudly to the motorcyclist, who happened to be a policeman. She was shocked as the policeman rushed to her with a panic frenzy, opened her car door, and ordered her to quickly jump onto his bike. The wife hesitated at first, but seeing the policeman was in a state of shock, she followed his instuctions obligingly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jumped onto his bike, she asked the policeman what was happening. He didn't reply her, but ordered her not to ever look back to her car. As they sped down the road, the woman took a peek at the side mirror of the motorcycle, and there she saw the most horrifying thing — a pontianak with long hair and dressed in white was sucking her husband dry in front of the car!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This story happened years ago, when the old road to Genting was still at use. Now that the new road is opened and there are more cars than last time, the road isn't as deserted as before, so do not worry about the pontianak. However, do take precautions, especially when you hear some wierd noises coming out of your car……&lt;/p&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/647682680058503253-705680724259676899?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/705680724259676899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=705680724259676899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/705680724259676899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/705680724259676899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/somethin-familiar.html' title='Somethin&apos; familiar...'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-536614598706740739</id><published>2008-08-02T15:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:35:34.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gates of Hell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once a year, at midnight on the last day of the 6th Lunar Month, the gates of hell are open and&lt;/span&gt; a countless number of starving spirits are set free to visit earth. The spirits will eat till they drop before returnin' to hell. People staged street opera for the wandering spirits. In the past, people did not view the street operas as they   were performed only for ghosts but now many people will gather and watch the opera. Even though many people, seats were reserved for the"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;VIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt; Today is the 2nd day of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;hungry ghost&lt;/span&gt; month. The most important days of this month are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;14th&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;15th&lt;/span&gt;, the days   of the great feasts. On the 14th, a great feast would be held to honor   family ancestors. Prayers and offerings would be made at family altars. On   the following night, the 15th, they would feast for the hungry ghosts.   Held outside under the full moon, these feasts feed the evil spirits so   that they will leave the living alone. Coincidently this year's 14th of 7th Lunar Month was on 14th of August. I wont be goin' anywhere this month after 9. Just stay at home and watch some horror flicks. So for those who dont believe or have nothin' better to do on this month, you can try to see "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;" using the ways i've posted days ago and a reminder for you, it is said to be bad to go swimming during the 7th Lunar Month 'cause "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" will try to drown you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:xaj8UBOHyL_jwM:http://www.soundtrackcollector.com/images/cd/large/JuOn_Grudge_MTCH1067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:xaj8UBOHyL_jwM:http://www.soundtrackcollector.com/images/cd/large/JuOn_Grudge_MTCH1067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'll be watching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647682680058503253-536614598706740739?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/536614598706740739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=536614598706740739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/536614598706740739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/536614598706740739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/hungry-ghost-festival.html' title='The Gates of Hell...'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-928705252032748170</id><published>2008-08-01T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:21:54.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh mirror...~ i see you...</title><content type='html'>Here is another ghost video. This scare-the-shit out of me when i first see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQCxVcuxxxk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQCxVcuxxxk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of creepy...for the faint-hearted, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GET READY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Even the guy's voice in the vid sounds kinda creepy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647682680058503253-928705252032748170?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/928705252032748170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=928705252032748170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/928705252032748170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/928705252032748170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-mirror-i-see-you.html' title='oh mirror...~ i see you...'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-2916400672533583311</id><published>2008-07-27T08:34:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:28:38.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='see ghost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the eye 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ways to see ghost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye 10'/><title type='text'>10 ways to see ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pub32.bravenet.com/photocenter/remote/2724789253/4C8CB45676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pub32.bravenet.com/photocenter/remote/2724789253/4C8CB45676.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"the eye 10&lt;/span&gt;" there are 10 ways to see ghost but according to my research these 10 ways do exist. In the movie they just twist a lil' here and there just to make you laugh your ass off. These are the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10 ways &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;to see the dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cornea Transplant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is claim that a person that got a cornea transplant from a dead person, the person can see ghost &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suicide Attempt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pregnant woman that attempts suicide can see ghost. Oh… that means males only have 9 ways to see ghost &lt;img src="http://geminigeek.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":P" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouija board&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play at midnight 12am, and you'll see them. Games like spirit of the coin works as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight Hide and Seek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play hide and seek at night in the woods or a “dirty” place. The ghost will play with you too. When the ghost play with you, the ghost will block one of the hider so that everyone can’t see the hider. To make him appears again, the seeker have to use a black cat. The black cat will unblock the view somehow. Then, you will see both hider and the ghost.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apply 'Dirty' Mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread mud which use to bury the death on the eye and you'll see. (It will be very hard to escape "their" world once you entered and so number 4 and 5)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inviting Hungry Ghosts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight 12am, kneel down at the crossroad (+ junction) especially at those area near to the woods or those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ulu-ulu" &lt;/span&gt;place, place a bowl of rice (wrap with a certain type of leaf) in front of each person and hold on to a pair of chopsticks and continuously hit the bowl till you see ghosts. (Remember not to stop hitting the bowl once you see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"them" or else they will see you and you're better off dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comb Hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight 12am, comb your hair infront of 2 mirrors.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The 1st mirror must placed infront of one's head and the 2nd must be placed behind of one's head, comb continuously, and you'll see it inside the mirror&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open-up Umbrella Indoor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that when you close the umbrella, the spirits will be trap in and while you open-up the umbrella indoor, you're actually releasing the spirits indoor and so you can see it.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Many people probably experience this before but cant see anything, it might be a fake but it also might be that your luck is high. Now I know why mom dont allow me to open umbrella at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bend Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand still and bend your waist down towards the front till your head face down(look through between legs), and this time the world you'll see is upside-down.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Means you're actually looking at the 'other side' of the world. I have seen many small kids done this before. Wonder what they saw. Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marry Ghosts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to be the dead&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(dress up like them), a girl and a guy lying down side by side on bed, fall a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sleep at midnight 12am and you'll reach a place(that place is full of ghosts), walk towards the place which have white light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; A person needs to look after their body and if he/she finds out something unusual about their breathing, he/she must immediately ring the bell, both of the person can hear the bell rings and they will have to follow the sound to arrive back at our world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;These are the ways. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I dont &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;encourage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;people to try but if you did please let me know. Would like to know the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WARNING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not responsible in anything if you try any of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Try&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;own risk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=2916400672533583311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/2916400672533583311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/2916400672533583311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/07/ways-to-see-ghost.html' title='10 ways to see ghost'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-8482459199125685087</id><published>2008-07-26T10:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:27:33.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4CMgRmVCEg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4CMgRmVCEg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4CMgRmVCEg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who haven't seen this vid, this is a footage taken from a security camera. observe the lower right part of the vid. what do think? real or fake? this vid is quite famous for some time especially in Singapore. i find this vid kinda creepy. you can discuss this at the cbox or comment on this post. i'll post the answer if this post is active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647682680058503253-8482459199125685087?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/8482459199125685087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=8482459199125685087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/8482459199125685087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/8482459199125685087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-those-who-havent-see-this-vid-this_26.html' title='Elevator'/><author><name>shadoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659791597375648608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f84WmJCIt7w/SKUZ8pXbfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/hL9Q4Dw3w90/S220/DSC03329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647682680058503253.post-6105935238440274742</id><published>2008-07-25T19:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T11:16:55.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Sunday</title><content type='html'>hey. i'm gonna start off with an infamous music urban legend. this is about a song titled "Gloomy Sunday" which was said to have "inspired" hundreds of suicides through the years. the song was written in 1933 by a Hungarian pianist and composer,  which the singer mourns the untimely death of a lover and contemplates suicide. in 1968 the composer jumped to his death from his apartment.&lt;br /&gt;due to many suicides were claimed to be connected to this song, it has been rumoured to be cursed. according to a friend of mine, many performers/artists performed this song in an attempt to break the curse. the song is said to be banned in many countries especially in Hungary and it is known as the "suicide song". i'm still trying to get my hands on the original copy. here is the "re-performed" version of the song and the lyrics. it sound kinda creepy though...&lt;br /&gt;(Ps : if anything happens to you while listening to the song, i'm not responsible for it. listen at own risk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vq46sJGQC3/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vq46sJGQC3/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/imjinx/music/Mio5u_N3/diamanda_gallas_gloomy_sunday/"&gt;Gloomy Sunday - Diamanda Gallas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is Gloomy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　My hours are slumberless,&lt;br /&gt;　　Dearest, the shadows I live with are&lt;br /&gt;numberless&lt;br /&gt;　　Little white flowers will never awaken you&lt;br /&gt;　　Not where the&lt;br /&gt;black coach of sorrow has taken you&lt;br /&gt;　　Angels have no thought of ever&lt;br /&gt;returning you&lt;br /&gt;　　would they be angry if I thought of joining you&lt;br /&gt;　　Gloomy&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　Sunday is gloomy&lt;br /&gt;　　with shadows I spend it all&lt;br /&gt;　　My&lt;br /&gt;heart and I have decided to end it all&lt;br /&gt;　　Soon there'll be flowers and&lt;br /&gt;prayers that are sad,&lt;br /&gt;　　I know, let them not weep,&lt;br /&gt;　　Let them know that&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　Death is no dream,&lt;br /&gt;　　For in death I'm caressing&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;　　With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you&lt;br /&gt;　　Gloomy&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　Dreaming&lt;br /&gt;　　I was only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;　　I wake and I find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　Asleep in the deep of&lt;br /&gt;　　My heart&lt;br /&gt;　　Dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　Darling I hope&lt;br /&gt;that my dream never haunted you&lt;br /&gt;　　My heart is telling you how much I wanted&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;　　Gloomy Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647682680058503253-6105935238440274742?l=seventh-month.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/feeds/6105935238440274742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647682680058503253&amp;postID=6105935238440274742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/6105935238440274742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647682680058503253/posts/default/6105935238440274742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventh-month.blogspot.com/2008/07/gloomy-sunday.html' title='Gloomy 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