<?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-7884507</id><updated>2011-12-15T02:55:22.405Z</updated><title type='text'>Vincent's Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>As of this moment, I am not aiming for money, women, or longevity, but spiritual immortality...searching for path to Ascension...achieving Enlightenment</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-4703401139585207313</id><published>2007-10-22T02:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T03:03:25.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoir of an APIITian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter III: Beauty and the Leaf&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In Jusco, I worked with a girl called Ah Mun. I think I started around May 2003. She is a year older then me and she is my senior staff. Let me, Jiraiya describe about her. Again, she is a year older then me. A high skool graduate from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. She have a cute round, well not so round, let say round and jovial face. Slim physical appearance. Pretty, or should I say “fit” ;). It was months ago in September 2007 where I’ve learned this word “fit”. A Vietnamese friend Danny taught me. He said pretty girls with nice body and pretty face are simply classified as “fit”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That day, I went out with a girl friend to buy some groceries. When I came back, Danny asked me is she “fit”? I answered him. I answered him. I answered him. Got it? =p. Anyway, she is a girl friend, not girlfriend. Notice the way I use the word. I say “a girl friend” instead of “my girlfriend”. So, there is a very distinctive difference. Lets cut the present and rewind to the past.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:177pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\VINCEN~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" title="ah mun"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/Rxv9r-VwRtI/AAAAAAAAACM/sHVEmDN1uWU/s1600-h/ah+mun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 234px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/Rxv9r-VwRtI/AAAAAAAAACM/sHVEmDN1uWU/s320/ah+mun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123967932974515922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah Mun boyfriend is from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; as well. He works in Mid Valley as chef or something. Although she is my senior but she never bullied me. Well, maybe I allow her appearance to cloud my judgment, but nevermind I guess =p. Still, she treats me nicely. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to perverts&lt;/span&gt;: In 2003, digi cam technology is kinda expensive and primitive, so I don’t have her picture. You'll get what I mean ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is my supervisor. Although Ah Mun is very hardworking, but &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is very bias on her. I don’t know why. Ah Mun told me because she is “fit”ter then &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I have to agree on this statement. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is not that “fit”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her body is “fit” but not her facial. Despite that, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; treated me far better then she treats Ah Mun. Commented my work and stuff. Even Ah Mun told me about it. But there is no jealousy between us. She knows that &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is bias on girls “fit”ter then her and prefer guys, even with my chubby out look =p. Maybe I have my own Kekkei Genkai as well, which I don’t realize it myself. Well, I am not interested in describing &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/Rxv-TOVwRvI/AAAAAAAAACc/AvJYAjY7Abw/s1600-h/mun,alice,me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/Rxv-TOVwRvI/AAAAAAAAACc/AvJYAjY7Abw/s400/mun,alice,me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123968607284381426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still, sometimes Ah Mun will leave the work to me while she is stands aside and rest. Her reason was “I am pregnant”. I was 19 at that time. Childish and naive. I believe treating a pregnant lady is a good thing to do. So I allowed her. But came to a time where she will reveal the pregnancy thing was a joke. That joke is kinda reuse and the effectiveness is still there. Naive me. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;One of my jobs is to collect the copy of company receipt from each cashier. When the customer buys something, I will write them a receipt and gave to the customer. The receipt has 3 copies. One is the record copy, which stick on the receipt book. The customer gets a company copy and customer copy. Once the customer paid, the cashier will split the receipt, and keep the company copy. While collecting my own company copies, I also used my ninjutsu to collect other company copies. I will then hand to their respective counters and used this method to make friends with them. Especially the counter with “fit” girls =p. Yes, Yes, say it. I also collect for department who acknowledge me as friends. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But I got scolded by Ah Mun for doing this. Haha, but I still do it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;During the quiet times, I will go to Kabuto counter and chit-chat with him. That is how we kill time. We have 3 type of shift. Morning shift is 10am to 6pm, afternoon shift is 2pm till 10pm, and full shift is 10am to 10pm. I got mostly afternoon shift and full shift. That Ah Mun took all the morning. I have to admit that she genjutsu me. I complied her orders. Adui…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I enjoyed walking to Kabuto counter. There are 2 “fit” girls working there. Lucky bus3rd. Purposely go there to chit-chat with Kabuto while “trying” to flirting on the girls. Well, I have to admit that time, my ninjutsu is not so great, so, I don’t get good result on that. While Kabuto, with his Kekkei Genkai, does not hit, but got hit instead. Again, lucky bus3rd =p. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here, let me describe the two “fit” girls in Kabuto’s counter. By the way, Kabuto works in SEED Men. They are Ah May and Cat. Ratings are Ah May the first and Cat the second. Ah May is 2 years my junior. It seems that she came from the same high skool like me. She has a diamond shape face and long hair. Fair skin. “Fit” body. SEED staff requires to wear it company T-Shirt and pants. They are very tight and that show off her body to full potential *drool. Catherine, or Cat, which the name she like to be called, well she has all the attribute Ah May have but I personally ranked her second. Well, if you look at the picture, there is 2 more staff in SEED. I didn’t mention them. Since, ermm…since…let just say the story has to move on;)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1027" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:261pt;height:252.75pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\VINCEN~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image005.jpg" title="seed"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/Rxv-jeVwRwI/AAAAAAAAACk/9ZUPmwn7NSE/s1600-h/seed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/Rxv-jeVwRwI/AAAAAAAAACk/9ZUPmwn7NSE/s400/seed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123968886457255682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I seldom encounter Rock Lee. He was send down to Ladies department, a floor below Men’s Department. Ah Mun allowed me to walk around when it is quiet, but only on the same floor. Still I will find a chance to sneak down to check out Rock Lee. He told me he is observing a chick which we classified as “Evo 3”. If my memory serves me right, her name is Jacqueline. She is classified as “Evo 3” because she wears all black. I think she is approximately 8 – 10 years my senior. But I think her body is “fit”. Her facial can be consider “fit” also. Just the age clouded my ranking. Listen, and listen carefully, she attract Rock Lee attention, and mine(ofcoz) for a reason. Listen again, her genjutsu was wearing the pants at lower hip level where her red thong is EXTREMELY visible to the NAKED eye. That was her genjutsu. I forgot how I got her name. Somehow, I just went there and hit on her with ninjutsu and get acquainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cast  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jiraiya – Vincent Joey T.&lt;br /&gt;Kabuto – WindWalker&lt;br /&gt;Rock Lee – giasens&lt;br /&gt;Ah Mun - As Herself&lt;br /&gt;Alice - As Herself&lt;br /&gt;Danny - As Himself&lt;br /&gt;Ah May - As Herself&lt;br /&gt;Ah Cat - As Herself&lt;br /&gt;Jacqueline - As Herself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Review: Chapter III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chapter explores my personality is almost, and I say almost similar to this character Jiraiya in Naruto Universe. One if them is:      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Jiraiya enjoys finding pretty chiq company&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy accompany pretty chiqs&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jiraiya is a mischieve person&lt;br /&gt;I am a mischif person myself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway, I would like to inform the reader that this memoir is nothing but the truth in my &lt;b&gt;point of view&lt;/b&gt; ONLY. Ok, I admit, I fabricated a few facts as well =p. The reason was to make it a little humorous and also to avoid hurting anyone. Still my writing contradicts the claims I made. After all, this is my blog, until I am ordered by the higher authority to stop writing then I shall comply, else, I’ll write what I want =p. The first few chapters demonstrated the light moment of my life. But in the later chapters, darker moment in my life could be published in order complete this memoir. Thanks for reading anyway =p.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninjutsu&lt;/span&gt; = Ninja Technique. In Naruto universe, ninjutsu is compromised of offensive and defense technique. Mostly it is physical technique like manipulating Fire Element can cast fireball, which is an offensive technique or using Earth Element to cast mud wall as defensive technique. In my memoir, I simply used it to describe some normal technique =p&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genjutsu&lt;/span&gt; = literally means Illusionary Technique. In Naruto universe, genjutsu is also a offensive and defensive technique but it is a mind technique rather then physical. Even thou it is an illusion, but the mind make it real, so it still hurts. But in my memoir, anything illusionary is consider genjutsu =p.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-4703401139585207313?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4703401139585207313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=4703401139585207313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/4703401139585207313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/4703401139585207313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/memoir-of-apiitian_22.html' title='Memoir of an APIITian'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/Rxv9r-VwRtI/AAAAAAAAACM/sHVEmDN1uWU/s72-c/ah+mun.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-480615191105265283</id><published>2007-10-15T01:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T02:40:35.374+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoir of an APIITian</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter II: Once upon a time in Jusco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was a speckie pretty girl in front of my counter. I don’t really know what her name is. I dare not to approach her to make friends. I am those common shy type of guy =p.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was around May 2003. I had to wait 3 more months before I begin my Chuunin training in Konohagure. Currently I am working at Jusco @ Mid Valley. Selling belts. Well a graduated Genin like me is performing such an idiotic work…how shameful… Still I actually enjoy the peaceful non forcing life here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That speckie girl wasn’t there anymore. She belongs to Padini counter. I was hoping to see her again. But she wasn’t there anywhere. I don’t know where she went. Well after a few days, I used my ninjutsu and make friends with the other worker in Padini. Then I found out she had left and pursuing her study in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Malaya&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Village&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. If I had used my ninjutsu earlier…nevermind…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During the course of my mission aka work, I met a shinobi. His name is Kabuto. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;" wrapcoords="-61 0 -61 21525 21600 21525 21600 0 -61 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\VINCEN~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" title="Image046"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RxK6XeVwRrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/onvKrqUIXAs/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RxK6XeVwRrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/onvKrqUIXAs/s400/Image046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121360638717740722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Kabuto is also a speckie. A shinobi with great skill on audio. That time, I was queuing to sign out. All Jusco staff has to sign out before they can leave the premises. But the queue is very long. I was standing quite front of the queue because I got there quite early. Kabuto was very far away. Kim Fatt, a friend from my early school before I joined Konoha, knew Kabuto. He asked Kabuto to join my queue. From there, we became friends. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kabuto, a part from his audio knowledge, he got something which I might perceive as Kekkei Genkai or Bloodline Limit in English. Girls are easily fall to him from my observation. This skill, is something I really wanted and jealous about it (Sorry WindWalker =p). I found out he is also a shinobi from Konoha, but in KL Branch. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A month later, Rock Lee was brought into Jusco. We work in different department. I enjoyed his company. Allow me to introduce this character in brief. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1027" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:0;margin-top:0;width:264pt;height:3in;" wrapcoords="-61 0 -61 21525 21600 21525 21600 0 -61 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\VINCEN~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image002.jpg" title="Image002"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RxK6iOVwRsI/AAAAAAAAACE/oO7OxNlDvkU/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RxK6iOVwRsI/AAAAAAAAACE/oO7OxNlDvkU/s400/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121360823401334466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rock Lee, a genius in programming ninjutsu. A quick learner. He understood how programming logic work much earlier then most people. Someone who don’t really play any game at all. Maybe that what makes a genius. To be honest, he is sarcastic like Orochimaru as well. But not as powerful as him but still, a sarcastic fella. To be honest, I forgot how we became friends. But some how we became friend –end-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Early 2002, he fetch me to Konoha. I was that time, no viable transport to Konoha, so I need to take those slow mo train which is very frustrating. Thanks Rock ;). I repay his generosity by fetching him to Jusco. The place we work. So, he med Kabuto and we 3 are friends also. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the middle of the story, Sasori also came to Jusco. I’ve forgot which department he joined. Maybe the same with Rock Lee, but I am not very sure. He just worked for a few days and left. I also forgot if he even met Kabuto. It was so long ago. Today is 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; October 2007, which is approximately 4 years ago. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kabuto once told me he wanted to join Konoha TPM by 2004. But I told him I will be in by 2003 August. Somehow, I think I influence him to join me in Konoha by 2003. Unofficially I took him to Konoha by 2003 if you wanna put it this way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cast&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jiraiya – Vincent Joey T.&lt;br /&gt;Kabuto – WindWalker&lt;br /&gt;Rock Lee – giasens&lt;br /&gt;Sasori – JK Stealth&lt;br /&gt;Kim Fatt – Kim Fatt&lt;br /&gt;Speckie Padini Girl – Unknown Speckie Padini Girl&lt;br /&gt;Padini Workers – Plain Jane Padini Worker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Review: Chapter II&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Thanks again for reading this memoir. Here I will review about the Chapter II of my memoir. Since Chapter I review covers a lot of Naruto terms, I think this review won’t be that long&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;WindWalker is from APIIT, but KL Branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kabuto is a Konoha shinobi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;WindWalker is a speckie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kabuto is a speckie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I am sorry but to think that WindWalker choosing to be Kabuto really have almost the same physical appearance =p. Bagus =p.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;WindWalker and his audio fondness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kabuto was a spy from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Sound&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Village&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; belongs to Orochimaru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;WindWalker Bloodline Limit for girls to fall to him =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kabuto Bloodline Limit to spontaneous regenerate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;giasens the programming whiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rock Lee the Taijutsu expert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sorry giasens, you pick the character which I find less similarity to you. Maybe the next chapter will cover you more?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Although JK Stealth came to Jusco and work for a while, his character Sasori didn’t encounter us until the earlier new chapter of Naruto Shippuden.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Kekkei Genkai = Bloodline Limits. In Naruto, several characters manifest such ability from their lineage. There is a lot of ability classified as Bloodline Limit in Naruto universe. This ability belongs solely to the member of a clan. One of the famous Bloodline Limit is Byakugan = White Eye. This ability belongs to Hyuuga clan. It allows the user to have vision of 360 degree and can see thru the user body like an X-ray. That is just a brief sum up of that ability.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well this sums up the new chapter. Thanks again for reading. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-480615191105265283?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/480615191105265283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=480615191105265283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/480615191105265283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/480615191105265283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/chapter-ii-once-upon-time-in-jusco.html' title='Memoir of an APIITian'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RxK6XeVwRrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/onvKrqUIXAs/s72-c/Image046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-6812815295507417506</id><published>2007-10-09T17:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:50:39.834+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Chapter I</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks for reading my so called memoir. Please leave some comment ya =p. This entry will cover the similarity between the Naruto stories written by Mashashi Kishimoto. I will also translate some word I used which is unfamiliar by the people who never watch Naruto.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Me and Chip were students in APIIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jiraiya and Orochimaru were both Sannin from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Village&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Leaf&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Me and Chip sort of rivalry during Diploma times =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jiraiya rivalry against Orochimaru during the Genin times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;APIIT was known as one of the best IT institute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Leaf&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Village&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; was one of the strongest in Fire Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Me and Chip are good friends ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jiraiya and Orochimaru are good friends too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Giasens, Ripin, Me, and Chip are from APIIT. Well, JK Stealth also in APIIT but his character is not. Damn, I forgot why I put him as Sasori of the Red Sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rock Lee, Itachi, Jiraiya, and Orochimaru are from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Leaf&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Village&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. But Sasori is from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sands&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Village&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Maybe I need to ignore some facts from Naruto and change it to fit my memoir =p&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Jiraiya is extremely perverted and he is a novelist, writing adult stories =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am perverted as far as my friends perceive =p (Yes I admit). Novelist, yea, I enjoy writing as much as Jiraiya. But I write science fiction and fantasy stories, NOT adult stories…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Orochimaru is a genius back then. He enjoy doing genetic experiment to obtain unnatural powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chip is has vast knowledge about PC and cars. He enjoy overclocking his PC to obtain unnatural performance =p. Later on, “overclocking” his car to obtain the “dark side” performance. =p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sai Seng is a programming genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rock Lee is a hard working genius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I am sorry but Itachi was chosen by Ripin himself. I dunno wat similarity between him and Itachi =p. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I also forgot other similarity between giasens and Rock Lee. Sorry giasens =p&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;JK is also has vast knowledge on cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sasori is the best puppet master.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Jiraiya left the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Leaf&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Village&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; when he was a Jounin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vincent left APIIT after he got his Level 2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dictionary&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Shinobi = Ninja. I found that Ninja are usually referred to as shinobi instead of ninja. Shinobi was a Japanese word referring the people who employ stealth and assassination around the 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century. While the word Ninja is used around the World War II. Let just say, Shinobi is old word while Ninja is new word =p.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Leaf&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Village&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; = Konohagure. If I am right, Konoha means Leaf. Gure (read something like goo-rare) means Village. Because when they say Sunagure, I know Suna means. So I deduct Gure means Village. Also because they were translated in English subtitle.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Konoha= Leaf. I just explained above.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Suna= Sand. Again, it is explained above.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Genin = literally means Low Ninja. It is a ranking of shinobis. So in real sense means Low Rank Ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Chuunin = literraly means Middle Ninja. So it will be Middle Ranking Ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Jounin = literally means High Ninja = High Ranking Ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sannin = literally means God Ninja = God Ranking Ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, this concludes the entry. See you again on next chapter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-6812815295507417506?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6812815295507417506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=6812815295507417506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/6812815295507417506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/6812815295507417506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/review-chapter-i.html' title='Review: Chapter I'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-1147211863823459879</id><published>2007-10-08T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:26:31.732+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoir of an APIITian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 1:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was a Leaf...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Around March 2002, I have joined the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Village&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Leaf&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. In Fire Country, the Leaf shinobi is known the be strongest. By the way, my name is Jiraiya. Today is the 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of October 2007. 5 years has pass since, the good old days. I am currently reside in the Country of Winter. It has been almost 3 years I left the Fire Country to fulfill my oath. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I remember when I first met Orochimaru. How should I put it…a genius, right, he is a genius, and also an arrogant Bus3rd =p. I never knew who he really is, his real character is shielded by his sarcasm. Back then I enjoy to talk a lot. I enjoy being on the stage and being some pope and making a fool of myself. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But Orochimaru, never really liked my attitude. And in retaliation, I myself don’t like him. Although we are genins in the same platoon, but me and him seldom communicates. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve just finished my long term mission today. Although I have not sleep for a long time, I don’t feel like I wanna lay down and sleep. I just decided to write this memoir, reminding me of the good old days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That time, around December 2002, I remember going to Mid Valley to watch Lord of the Ring with Itachi, Orochimaru, Sasori, Rock Lee, and 1 more Konoha shinobi. By that time, we have become friends. Below is my photo when I was in Mid Valley.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;" wrapcoords="-112 0 -112 21457 21600 21457 21600 0 -112 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\VINCEN~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" title="vincent"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/Rwp0tOVwRqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BkwK9AIX8Ss/s1600-h/vincent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 165px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/Rwp0tOVwRqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BkwK9AIX8Ss/s400/vincent.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119032246752265890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea, this is me. I forgot who took my photo back then. I also don’t know why I look like this. It just me. As time pass by, Konohagure has moved to a new location known as TPM.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Somewhere around April or May, we have finally graduated as and proceed to be Chuunin. Here, below is a photo where we all gather in F1 Puchong, celebrating our graduation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/Rwp0TuVwRpI/AAAAAAAAABs/24cuDhjhhp0/s1600-h/F1+pic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/Rwp0TuVwRpI/AAAAAAAAABs/24cuDhjhhp0/s400/F1+pic.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119031808665601682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                      "We are proud shinobi of Team DF0221"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast&lt;br /&gt;Jiraiya - Vincent Joey T.&lt;br /&gt;Orochimaru - Chip&lt;br /&gt;Itachi - Ripin Kusuma&lt;br /&gt;Sasori - JK Stealth&lt;br /&gt;Rock Lee - giasens&lt;br /&gt;Leaf Shinobi - Shahdril&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-1147211863823459879?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1147211863823459879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=1147211863823459879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/1147211863823459879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/1147211863823459879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/memoir-of-apiitian.html' title='Memoir of an APIITian'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/Rwp0tOVwRqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BkwK9AIX8Ss/s72-c/vincent.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-495111835025335972</id><published>2007-08-05T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:49:05.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>F.E.A.R. again</title><content type='html'>Well, just wanna post a little more of “fear” =p &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrYx_V0SQkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZWPv9SLffvE/s1600-h/Alma09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrYx_V0SQkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZWPv9SLffvE/s400/Alma09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095314992674259522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the flame? She is trying to kill me. All I can do is to run away. Note that conventional weapon will do her no harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrYyvF0SQlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NXPAVK88h18/s1600-h/Alma10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrYyvF0SQlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NXPAVK88h18/s400/Alma10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095315813013013074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little girl in red is very mischief. She like to scare you by popping out of a sudden and disappears with a fade sinister laugh. I don't know she is trying to scare me to death or just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrYzul0SQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I4wtgWY8CD0/s1600-h/Alma11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrYzul0SQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I4wtgWY8CD0/s400/Alma11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095316903934706274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This scene is the best. As I have told you from the previous post, my top left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;indicator&lt;/span&gt; detects "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unknown&lt;/span&gt; Origin" signals,  she might pop out. When I was watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surveillance&lt;/span&gt; camera, I saw one of my missing team mate walk pass the hallway. Then this "fear" slowly rise from the bottom of the screen and the camera went offline. Her head covers the entire screen and the slow rise up from the screen gave me a familiar feeling of "The Ring".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrY1IF0SQnI/AAAAAAAAABE/6PFn2ibLXng/s1600-h/Alma12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrY1IF0SQnI/AAAAAAAAABE/6PFn2ibLXng/s400/Alma12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095318441532998258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took the lift. Once the indicator detected her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt;, the light in the lift starts flickering and she appears for a split seconds.  Within the split second when the light went off, she is gone. I am carrying a very powerful weapon but I cannot do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrY1lF0SQpI/AAAAAAAAABU/Q7Rn2-N0hd8/s1600-h/Alma14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrY1lF0SQpI/AAAAAAAAABU/Q7Rn2-N0hd8/s400/Alma14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095318939749204626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one shocked me when she just crawl out like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ju&lt;/span&gt;-On at a very high speed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappears&lt;/span&gt;. Damn this "fear".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrY1t10SQqI/AAAAAAAAABc/JfKPnljc-Fo/s1600-h/Alma15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrY1t10SQqI/AAAAAAAAABc/JfKPnljc-Fo/s400/Alma15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095319090073060002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The left adult is the female hostage I just rescued. The power went off and the lift stopped at 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor. I went out to reactivate the power as you can see from the word "activate" on the screen. Went I look at the lift, this "fear" appeared and seems to walks towards the female hostage. The door closed and the power went back online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks for reading this crap. More serious post next time ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-495111835025335972?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/495111835025335972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=495111835025335972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/495111835025335972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/495111835025335972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/fear-again.html' title='F.E.A.R. again'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrYx_V0SQkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZWPv9SLffvE/s72-c/Alma09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-8159848155816868708</id><published>2007-08-04T02:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T02:35:39.805+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First Encounter Assault Recon aka FEAR</title><content type='html'>I’ve just finished playing this game week ago. For those who never played FEAR, I think you better be prepared because this game is very scary as the name have implied. Although I dare to say I dun fear FEAR, but I think this is the first game which create such intensifying atmosphere where you will feel your hair stands =p. I got a friend (not telling who, but he known who he is =p) who fear this game till he stop playing after half an hour. So fear he is =p. No spoiler will be given but lemme show you some of the “fear”.&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrPUVl0SQgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tDZn28rZjjw/s1600-h/Alma01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrPUVl0SQgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tDZn28rZjjw/s400/Alma01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094649070879916546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This little girl in red is the "FEAR" I am talking about. She often appears out of no where when the game theme slows down. Furthermore, before the second she appears, the music suddenly turns eerie. The only hint you knoe she is coming for you is the indicator at the top left. If it says "Unknown Origin" then you know what you are expecting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrPVcF0SQhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kQphOb-1T7c/s1600-h/Alma02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrPVcF0SQhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kQphOb-1T7c/s400/Alma02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094650282060694034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This one lagi syok. When I was going down for the ladder, I turn my back to climb the ladder and she appears behind me. She gave a sinister laugh and dissapears. You think it was over? She appears once again when you reach to the bottom and when you turn your back, she is there again. =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrPWul0SQiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XqLZXj1nQXA/s1600-h/Alma05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrPWul0SQiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XqLZXj1nQXA/s400/Alma05.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094651699399901730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This hallway was supposed to be very bright with all the lights on. Suddenly all the light went off. The light at the end turned on and she is standing there. Laughing sinisterly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrPXU10SQjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/olN26zXC64k/s1600-h/Alma08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrPXU10SQjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/olN26zXC64k/s400/Alma08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094652356529898034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot how I came into this scene. All I know is this is one of the hallucination she induced to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today. Until next time. Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-8159848155816868708?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8159848155816868708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=8159848155816868708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/8159848155816868708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/8159848155816868708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-encounter-assault-recon-aka-fear.html' title='First Encounter Assault Recon aka FEAR'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RzlQJALVEY4/RrPUVl0SQgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tDZn28rZjjw/s72-c/Alma01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-1243603607552325159</id><published>2007-04-29T18:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T18:45:06.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme busy then a BEE</title><content type='html'>Late April to Early May is a very busy time. Have to hand in 2 assignment and 1 Project.  On top of that, got 1 test, 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;written&lt;/span&gt; exam, and 1 lab exam. Survival of the fittest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socket Programming Assignment = 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; May&lt;br /&gt;Remote Access Test = 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; May&lt;br /&gt;Remote Access Assignment= 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; May&lt;br /&gt;Project: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;VLAN&lt;/span&gt; = 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; May&lt;br /&gt;Network Troubleshoot Lab Exam = 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; May&lt;br /&gt;Network &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Trobubleshoot&lt;/span&gt; Written Exam = X May&lt;br /&gt;Project: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;VLAN&lt;/span&gt;: Poster Presentation = 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; - 31st May??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of this...I shall enjoy my life to the fullest!! Full-Time "seek " money from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt;.  Later on,  have to go find an official job which is related to my field. London is the best spot. Have to move from Newcastle to London if I found one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haih&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sienz&lt;/span&gt;...hate to organize this kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Circle is almost complete, all thy "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;distinct&lt;/span&gt;" is going to be "extinct". Currently ID is still &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;quiescent, but for how long?"&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/7884507-1243603607552325159?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1243603607552325159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=1243603607552325159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/1243603607552325159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/1243603607552325159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/extreme-busy-then-bee.html' title='Extreme busy then a BEE'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-117556776519297040</id><published>2007-04-03T03:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T03:38:56.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///Q:/My%20Picture/MIGP%202005/New%20Folder/PICT0141.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Q:/My%20Picture/MIGP%202005/New%20Folder/PICT0141.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Easter &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Holiday&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya, Easter is here. 3 weeks holidays. No where to go. No money to go. Well, planning to use this time to do some catch up on my subjects and project. Have been slacking off during the beginning of semester 2. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Paint Balling&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, I plan to play paint ball game this year. Last year, the game was very excited. This time, I shall be the war reporter. I will arm myself with Canon Ixus 40 instead of the paint ball rifle. Later on, I shall post the video on youtube and pictures over here. Well, see how la, only a few people are eager to play. Have to really confirm first. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I used to love dogs. Never really like cat at all. The reason because dogs smiles at familiar faces and swing their tails. They will also run to you and give u a “hug” with a few licks. They also good at obeying commands.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After my mom adopted a cat as a pet, I found out cat is much more my favorite. So far, I have only adopted one cat, so I might be bias on my comment. My cat, Chai Chai, a male, is very very cool. My cat doesn’t smile. Maybe they do, but their smile is with style. For me, dog smile are innocent and naïve. While cat smiles are indifferent and cool, in other words “lansi”. Yes, Chai Chai is very lansi. Cat dun obey command. Unlike dogs which I perceive as naughty, cat just dun obey command. Cat do what they like. In the movie “Meet the Parent”, Jack said dog is an emotionally shallow animal. When you yell at a dog, it tails will go between it legs and cover it genitals and it ears will go down. The dog is very easy to break. But cat make you work for their affection, they dun sell out like the dogs do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As a prince of my kingdom, I dub him “Royal Cat of Dali”. He has proven himself as a fighter and a sexual being of love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img151.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image4467be5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/4412/image4467be5.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My stories&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ocean 10 – Indefinitely postponed. I have loss interest plus no idea to continue. Maybe I will try to end it within 2 chapters :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Idiot Affairs – Postponed. I got chapter 5 de. But I also wanted to end it within a few chapters :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Star Wars – Maybe I will write a few chapters. Who knows?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stargate Beyond: Atlantis – Well this is an ongoing series which I always visualize in my mind. Will write it when I got the feel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends Blog&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sai Seng – Well, he updated it when I update mine. But now he is not&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tze Loong – Blog died&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kevin – I also dunno if that blog still exists&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wei Ming – Still with Eason post…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ryan – No more blogging&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Michelle – Up and going. But need authorization to read it, since she wanna make it private :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shan Shang – Up and going as well. Mostly spiritual stuff and her stuff.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yin Wei – Died some time ago the blog. But she say she will update when she had the time, because she strive for perfection.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Edward Max (ma bro) – Full of his creative stories. Pls do visit ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Myself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wanted to get something which I couldn’t get. I became unstable. I wanted to improve myself. I always confused and puzzled why they can do better then me. Lack of courage? Lack of experience? Lack of luck? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have become a stereotype which is shape by my father. Well, he has his own agenda, but I shall not follow everything. I have to filter which is my type and which is his type. I am sorry my father. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to be love. My word is full of weakness, which&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;is unacceptable by Spartan standard. But I am fragile, I am full of glass. I am crazy. Fate always played us around. Where is the source? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS: The author is under the influence of alcohol…so readers please be aware ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-117556776519297040?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/117556776519297040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=117556776519297040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/117556776519297040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/117556776519297040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-update.html' title='Some update!'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-117487478911593199</id><published>2007-03-26T03:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T03:06:29.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Light Saving</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, exactly 1am 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of March 2007, Day Light Saving commence. Time is increment by 1 hour, where 1am will become 2am. That time I was 10% doing work while 90% web browsing crap info’s, I look at the time, and it was 12.46am. Then I went to my housemate John’s room and “blow water”. After that I went back to my room, and shocked to see time is 2.07am. I was thinking “Wah, I just went there chat for a while and more then an hour have pass? Time really flies…  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then my friend Goo came to look for me. We went out to buy some “fresh airs”. Then we chat for a while. I look at my phone watch, it shows 2.57am. When I look on the clock at the wall, it shows 1.57am. I told John “Wey, the clock battery jor, have to change”. He doesn’t give a shit. I think to myself, I just changed the battery a month ago, how come so fast deplete? Then suddenly we all realize it was Day Light Saving. I go check my watch, it was showing 1.57am as well. Now we realize. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I slept at 5am. Wasted a lot of time. By 9am, I have to work in McD. I woke up at 8.30am. I felt very lazy to wake up and get change. I decided that I sleep 1 more hours and pretend I dun know the Day Light Saving thingie. I woke up again by 9.30am. I arrived at workplace by 9.55am. I pretend I was early as usual. One my friend working at the dining area asked me, what time I start work. I knew she will talk about DLS. I pretend and answer her 9am. Then she told me it is 10am. I again pretend like “harh? What 10am?” I took out my phone and it shows 8.57am, which I change to avoid suspicion. Then&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;she said today is DSL and she was late as well. Haha, I knew I wasn’t the only one. I proceed to clock in, it shows 10am on the machine. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My manager told me I was late. I told him just pretend I start at 10am. He gave a laugh. Then my other friend, Hui Feng told me he also late for an hour. And today, I counted like 5 to 6 people were an hour late. It seems this DSL crap cause a delicate situation today. While I was having my break, I realize I am not the only one who pretends to come late. A few people knew about it and just wanted to come late. Reasons, slept late, couldn’t wake up early in the morning, the list goes on, and this DSL is the best escape. As of today, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; will be 7 hours slower then &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; instead of 8 hours. Ciaoz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-117487478911593199?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/117487478911593199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=117487478911593199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/117487478911593199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/117487478911593199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-light-saving.html' title='Day Light Saving'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-117462282585318993</id><published>2007-03-23T05:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-23T05:07:05.870Z</updated><title type='text'>New Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once again, I have come back to wipe the dust on my blog. I think it has been around 4 month. The last December I was madly into Battlefield 2142, which is a total kickass game. I played for the entire Christmas Holiday. Then exams on January, which I score better result compared to Computing course I was doing previously. Completely lack of programming talent, and ofcoz, the interest to learn programming, which is a typical excuse when I score low marks =p. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Networking is extremely fun, but not enough, so far I think. February, Semester 2 commence, 4 subjects awaits me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Socket Programming in C – A programming course teaching student to create a socket application using C.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Joey says “Oh, programming socket appl….wait wait wait…did I say programming? Well, words could not express my feelings…PROGRAMMING!!??!? I thought I took NETWORKING??!!?...this time…really cb…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Network Troubleshooting – Deals with troubleshooting network by using telnets, rather then console port. Identifying faults thru telnets.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Joey says “Hmm, it is a very interesting subject. I used to troubleshoot network by using the HyperTerminal, but this allows me to learn to troubleshoot the network similar to real world application. I will telnet from a remote PC to a pre-build network and try to find faults with limited access, since I am connecting by remote. One word…COOOLLLL!!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remote Access – Teaching about backup lines for a network, mostly deals with ISDN and routers thru serial connection.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Joey says “Well, it is another networking subject, although is fun, but the way the lecturer setting up the lab is a little suxx…still I am enjoying it.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Project Planning Part 1 – Student have to choose a supervisor and ask for a specific topic to research. Something similar to Final Year Project, but the diff is, you cannot present your own project ideas, have to pick from a project list provided by supervisor. Currently I am doing Virtual Local Area Network (VLAN) Performance and Security Analysis.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Joey says “Well, not really like it, have to do intense journal reading…bored…I prefer doing lab and gaining data results….”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I am slacking off during the semester…not good…have to do more catch up during Easter Holidays. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for Idiot Affairs, I think it will be postponed indefinitely. Since all my friends say that I do things and stop half way…then I think I should follow the method they use in sci-fi like Firefly, Farscape, and Stargate SG-1. Well, three of these series were cancelled without proper ending, so they made a Direct-To-Video movie to end the story arc. Maybe I should do so to end my Ocean 10 first, then Idiot Affairs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My new series evolve around Star Wars. I am Master Vincent Dann, a Jedi Knight during the era of Death of Emperor Palpatine. My father Kie Dann, was a Jedi Knight from the Old Jedi Order before the Great Jedi Purge. I have two more siblings which is Edward Dann and Winston Dann.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some synopsis&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jookan Baal&lt;/span&gt;, a Jedi Knight during the First Jedi Purge, 4000 years ago, was kept in stasis. He was later revived by Master Skooma, 4000 years later. Jookan Baal survived the&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Order 66 and The Great Jedi Purge lead by Darth Vader. Later, he will emerge from exile and helped Master Luke Skywalker to establish the New Jedi Order.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kie Dann&lt;/span&gt;, a Jedi Knight who also survive the Order 66 and The Great Jedi Purge led by Darth Vader. He went into exile with his wife which he married in secret before the Clone Wars. She bore him 3 sons, Vincent, Edward, and Winston&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luke Skywalker&lt;/span&gt;, son of the Chosen One, Anakin Skywalker. His father fell into the dark side and became Darth Vader. Currently, Luke is the Grand Master of the newly establish New Jedi Order.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vincent Dann&lt;/span&gt;, a Jedi Knight who created Jikidan, the new Form VII of lightsaber combat. The best duelist in the New Jedi Order, which rumors&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to be even better then the current Battle Master Kyle Katarn. Since the death of his wife, he gave up his role as a Jedi. He declared that his son, Vincent Jr. shall not be train as a Jedi. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darth Onilus&lt;/span&gt;, a mysterious Dark Lord of the Sith, who also known as Lord of Empitness. He appeared after Jookan Baal took the Scepter of Ragnos and went into Exile. The New Jedi Order believes he is Jookan Baal who had fallen into the dark side. Still, both doesn’t have any similarity, furthermore, Darth Onilus does not seems to possess the Scepter of Ragnos, which make Jookan Baal as Darth Onilus questionable. Darth Onilus manage to unify the Imperial Remnant to fight against the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;New&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Republic&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward Dann&lt;/span&gt;, the second son of Kie Dann, who is believe to have achieve the Balance of the Force. After he achieves the rank of a Knight, he requested Master Skywalker to be left off the affairs of the Order. He also refused to take a Padawan, but if any student wishes to receive guidance from him, he will gladly assist. He had dedicated his life to study about all aspect of the Force. He focuses more into the Force and the Force itself. He view Force as an absolute, he does not believe in Force differentiation aspect such as Light Side, Dark Side, Unifying Force, and Living Force. The Force is just the Force itself. No one had ever seen him using his lightsaber, and some even believe he doesn’t even carry one. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winston Dann&lt;/span&gt;, the youngest sibling of Dann. He is one of the talented Jedi Knight and a fast learner. He learned the entire Form II Makashi lightsaber combat by only visualizing the battle between Count Dooku and Anakin Skywalker during the Battle of Genosis from a recorded Anakin Skywalker holocron. He even comprehends&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the principle of the new Form VII Jikidan by only dueling with his brother Master Vincent twice. He only lack of real experience which slow his progress. He even mastered the Unifying Force better his father Kie Dann. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lee-Yun&lt;/span&gt;, a famous bounty hunter, once hired by Darth Vader to hunt down a Jedi known as Vincent Dann. After a few battle occasions, both of them fell in love. They two conceived a child, Vincent Jr. Dann. It seems that she is also a Force sensitive individual, which explains her extraordinary skills on high speed space navigation. She was later trained in the art of Jedi during the New Jedi Order. But she fell into&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the dark side. She battled with her husband, and finally allowed herself to be killed by her husband. This event leads Vincent Dann into depression and gave up his role as a Jedi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vincent Jr. Dann&lt;/span&gt;, a Jedi Knight trained by both his uncles Master Edward and Master Winston, and also his grandfather Master Kie Dann. Although his father declared that his son shall not be train as a Jedi, the boy always been inspire by his uncles and grandfather as a Jedi. Later, after Vincent Dann, recover from the depression, he himself thought him the new Form VII Jikidan. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This I hope will be a short story which I can possibly finish it. Again, it sounds like my entire family is involve in this series =p. I think, to allow me to finish it, I shall publish this story without any chronicle order, which I will mention which year is which. This is because I planned my story at random, never in order.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, pen off for now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-117462282585318993?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/117462282585318993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=117462282585318993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/117462282585318993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/117462282585318993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-season.html' title='New Season'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-116403276222137299</id><published>2006-11-20T14:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T01:11:27.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Vincent's Story - 無聊道 || Idiot Affairs -</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:16;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;無聊道&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Idiot Affairs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Episode 004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Mole&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KLANG FAMOUS CHICKEN RESTAURANT IN MIDVALLEY&lt;/b&gt;. Kelly is seen walking into the busy store. All of the table is full. A lot more customers are seen queuing at the front entrance. Kelly walks into the door which leads to the staff office. His attire is a formal suit. One of the staff approaches Kelly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MADEMOISELLE: &lt;/b&gt;Ah Kelly, luckily you came on time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: What is the matter?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MADEMOISELLE&lt;/b&gt;: There is a problem. One of the customer is complaining why there is no Babi Special in the menu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY:&lt;/b&gt; =_=”…pork? This is KFC la, not Klang Famous Pork…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MADEMOISELLE&lt;/b&gt;: Ya, but he say in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, there is Babi Special on the menu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: =_=”, tell him this is &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, not &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. He can go and have the Babi Special or Ali Baba Special in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; or whatever. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MADEMOISELLE&lt;/b&gt;: That’s why I say there is a problem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Huh??? Apa problem?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MADEMOISELLE&lt;/b&gt;: That guy out there claims he is the editor of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bon Appétit &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;magazine…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Eyes wide open.) Bon Appétit?? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The famous food critic magazine? You sure he is what he claim he is??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MADEMOISELLE&lt;/b&gt;: You can go and have a look.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Bring me to him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mademoiselle brings Kelly to meet the person. Walking out from the staff area to the dining area, a lot of waiter/waitress is seen very busy serving the customers. Mademoiselle points her finger to the person which sits at table 67. That person is wearing a sleeveless shirt with a normal blue jeans. He is around his twenties. Kelly approaches the man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Halow, I am Kelly, the store chef manager. How can I help you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIKU&lt;/b&gt;: I believe your waitress have told you about my complaints. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Yes, she did. But I am very sorry that our store doesn’t serve Babi Special. Would you like to try our famous Ayam Special or Hawaiian Special?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIKU&lt;/b&gt;: What is this? In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, I can get that menu in KFC, why not here?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Well, I am sorry, this is the…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Riku interrupt before Kelly can finish his argument.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIKU&lt;/b&gt;: I don’t care. I want to have Babi Special now. If you can’t make me a Babi Special, I’ll leave, and I will leave a remark in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bon Appétit &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;magazine about your store. This is really unbelievable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Thinking to himself.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; You little chee bye kia, Babi Special, Babi Special, I gip you a Babi Tampar on your face then only you know. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Talk to Riku.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Please, please, calm down, calm down. I will prepare your menu personally. But since your order is a little special, it might take a little longer then usual, but I promised it wont be too long. Is that alright?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIKU&lt;/b&gt;: If you are preparing me a Babi Special, I can wait. But not too long, else…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Kelly interrupts)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Showing a palm sign.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Trust me, trust me. It won’t be too long. Mademoiselle, please serve this gentleman a plate of appetizer before the main dish arrived.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MADEMOISELLE&lt;/b&gt;: Alright. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(She walks back into the door leads to the kitchen area.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kelly left Riku and go to the staff area. He goes to his locker room and gets changed. He head to the kitchen, wearing a chef attire. All the chefs salute him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Clement, get me the TSP flour,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Clement is one of the chef in the kitchen. He has been working along side with Kelly as his assistant. Furthermore, Kelly is the store manager in Midvalley KFC, which makes him the superior in Midvalley KFC.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLEMENT&lt;/b&gt;: Ooh&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;. (He walks to the ingredient rack. Half way, he stopped and asked Kelly.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Err…what is a TSP.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Tai lou, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;yao&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; mou kau cho ar, you been here for so long and you don’t know what is TSP?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLEMENT&lt;/b&gt;: Sorry Kelly. Forgot jor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Textured Vegetable Protein, is a meat substitute made from defatted soy flour. Since we have no pork, I am planning to make an artificial meat using TSP. Hope this will fool that fella out there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLEMENT&lt;/b&gt;: Ooo…okok, I go get it for you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: And go ask Mademoiselle to contact Tasty Chain for the Babi Special recipe ASAP.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLEMENT&lt;/b&gt;: Alright.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After Clement got Kelly the TSP flour and the recipe, he begins to prepare the meal. He begins to beat the flour on the bowl, mixed with warm water. He later added some seasoning on the flour. Then he shapes the flour into the shape of a burger patty. It took him around 20 minute to prepare the dish.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Kautim. Hope this Babi Special will fool him. Mademoiselle, get this dish to the customer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MADEMOISELLE&lt;/b&gt;: Ok.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Both Mademoiselle and Kelly walk to Riku’s table. On table 67, Riku is seen having a plate of fries. Mademoiselle approaches him and put the plate on his table.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MADEMOISELLE&lt;/b&gt;: Excuse sir, this your order, Babi’s Special.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: I hope you’ll enjoy the meal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIKU&lt;/b&gt;: Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Riku begin to feast, he cut the meat wrap with a thin layer of flour similar to roti canai with a knife. Then he pierces the slice with a fork and put it into his mouth. He starts to chew it, and his eyes were wide open.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIKU&lt;/b&gt;: Wah, I never taste anything like this…SEDAP!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Phew.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Thank you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIKU&lt;/b&gt;: This is even better then the one I had in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I will comment your restaurant in my magazine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: I am glad you like the meal. Alright then, I got to excuse myself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Kelly left the scene with Mademoiselle.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Scene cut to staff room. There is a few staff were on their break. They were chatting and having their meal.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MADEMOISELLE&lt;/b&gt;: He says he is from &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bon Appétit,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tipu wan. Veat and meat also dunno how to differentiate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Haha, see that fella look more like hamsapfella magazine editor rather then &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bon Appétit &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;editor. Go &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; eat Babi Special…I think maybe he go &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; order aqua. Hahahaha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly, Clement came in with a wireless phone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLEMENT&lt;/b&gt;: Kelly, it’s for you. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Hand the phone to Kelly.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Took the phone.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Hello?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/b&gt;: It is the day of reckoning…mobilizes the Jedi Knights…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: =_=”…Stephen?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/b&gt;: Hahaha, just joking. Well, today is the day. Be prepared. Mobilize your troops. We must win the competition tonight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Ya, everything is prepared. We are good to go. I’ll see you there tonight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/b&gt;: Alright. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Hang up.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Kelly put the phone down on the table.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Clement, get squad A ready, tonight is the competition.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLEMENT&lt;/b&gt;: Already done.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Scene cut to back alley of the restaurant. Kelly is looking left and right. He wants to make sure no one is around. He takes out his handphone and dialed.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Hello. Marcus, it me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARCUS&lt;/b&gt;: Kelly, what do you have for me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Stephen kept the menu for the competition, but I have the draft menu, I will email you later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARCUS&lt;/b&gt;: Keep constant communication with me, I want to know what he is doing throughout the competition.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: I will try…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TO BE CONTINUE…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Executive Producer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Vincent J. Tan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cast&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kevin C. as &lt;/i&gt;KELLY&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent T. as &lt;/i&gt;JOEY&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven W. as &lt;/i&gt;STEPHEN&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael L. as &lt;/i&gt;MARCUS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddy W. as EASON&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest Cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lee Huii T. as MADEMOISELLE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripin K as RIKU&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement Peh(Rita’s boy) as Himself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Vincent J. Tan&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Vincent J. Tan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-116403276222137299?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116403276222137299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=116403276222137299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/116403276222137299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/116403276222137299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/11/vincents-story-idiot-affairs_20.html' title='Vincent&apos;s Story - 無聊道 || Idiot Affairs -'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-116303484303697755</id><published>2006-11-09T01:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T01:18:36.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Vincent's Story - 無聊道 || Idiot Affairs -</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:16;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;無聊道&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Idiot Affairs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Episode 003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Double Agent&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Year 2006&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SYCOM&lt;/b&gt;. Kelly walks into the shop. He looked around the shop, full of computer peripherals placed the display case. It seems there is no one in the shop. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Halow, halow!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Joey rose up. He was crouching behind the 2 foot display case.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: Meh si? &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Yawn.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Joey face seems like he just woke up from a sleep, a sleepy look.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Err...I wanted to buy a speaker. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: What model you are looking for?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Can I see what model you have?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: Come, over there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Joey walks him to the speaker department. There were a lot of speaker models in the rack. Kelly slowly scans the rack.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Any recommendation? I am looking for gaming and music.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: Hmm, this one la. The Logitech X530 5.1 Speaker. Combine with an external Sound Blaster Audigy 2 NX. Just like Tony Leung said “Kou Yum Team, Chung Yum Zhun, Die Yum Keng”. Here, we play this mp3.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Joey plugs the speaker and the sound card into a workstation. Then he plays the MP4 – Lei Lou Dau Sok K. Both of them listen the sound quality. Joey seems to be satisfied with the product. After a few minute listening to the music, Kelly went to the next rack, he found another model.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, try this one. Listen to this kind of music, this Altec Lansing ADA106 is better.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Joey took the speaker and plugs it into the sound card. They listen to the same music again. After a while, Joey was amazed with the sound quality produced by ADA106.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Well, if I buy both of this, got discount or not?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: You buy the speaker here. The sound card you go get from Jusco. If you got the J Card, it will be a lot cheaper.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Alright.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Joey took Kelly to the checkout and he bought the speaker with credit card. One man walks in to the shop. He is wearing a SYCOM uniform, unlike Joey, who is on his casual outfit. Kelly walks out from the shop. Before he reaches to the main door, he looks back and asked Joey.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: You sure the Jusco sells a lot cheaper with a J card?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: Yea, trust me. A lot cheaper.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Kelly gave Joey an OK sign and walks out. The man with the SYCOM uniform confronts Joey.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAI&lt;/b&gt;: Woi Yew Jai, I asked you to “jaga” my shop, not advertising people’s shop la.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: Fai ko, you stuff really expensive man. Furthermore, you forced me to “jaga” the shop for you. Yesterday I also not enough sleep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAI&lt;/b&gt;: But you also no need like this ma, I am your cousin you know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: Cousin tai sai ar, no pay me also. I got to go la. Got work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Joey walks out from the shop.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;APIIT TPM, ROOFTOP&lt;/b&gt;. A man in suit is walking to the east, at the direction where Joey is waiting. That man was Stephen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/b&gt;: Hey, how are you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: Lei wah leh? Last time you told me it will be only 3 semester. Then you request me to work for another 3 semester. And another 3 semester. How long now? 4 years already man…F**king hell…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/b&gt;: You f**k me again I will delete your identity in the database. You can stay as a hawker forever. Do remember that only I alone know your true identity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: I still got Robert. He can back me up, unlike you. Always spin me around with your stories and CON me with it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/b&gt;: You didn’t know, it seems. Left us, Robert has. In peace, he is…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: You mean he die jor?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/b&gt;: Your head, die. Resigned, he has. Offered a job for him, the NBA has. You and me, the only one left is…my young padawan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: =_=” Can you please stop the Star Wars Yoda wannabe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/b&gt;: In brief, Robert is no more and you are now directly under me. Anyway, did you learn what is Marcus’s secret menu for the competition.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: Nope.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/b&gt;: You really the “cha sui”. Tiny stuff you also couldn’t do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: Woi!! I only started to work in Marcus’s restaurant 3 month ago. You think very easy ar? You do la!! Tiu…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Joey was very irritated with the behavior of his superior. Stephen was taken aback. Both of them broke into silence for a few minute.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: Gimme some more time. I will tell you as soon as possible. He ordered an item from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;South Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. But I don’t know what it is, he is a very careful person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/b&gt;: Ok, once you finish this assignment, I will transfer you back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;JOEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;: Yada, yada, yada, yada, yada. &lt;/span&gt;You have said this more then 9000 times.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/b&gt;: This time is for real ok. Trust me. Here, take this. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(He hand him a Nokia 6630 phone.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: A Nokia 6630? What is this for?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/b&gt;: This phone got 3G, can use to do video conferencing. Anything you can show me by using the 3G function.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: =_=”…Come on, you are what? A regional manager right? Still using this crap ar? Here, I borrow you mine. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Took out his Nokia N80.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Nah, this is what I call 3G phone, got 2 camera wan, with advance features. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(He hand it to Stephen.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/b&gt;: =_=”…Now you lansi me la…&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; (Yet, he took the phone from Joey.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: … And by the way, why we must always meet at APIIT TPM rooftop? Why not other place? You think you Infernal Affair punya story ar?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/b&gt;: You like or I like?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly, an Indian man approached. His hair is all white and with a moustache. He wears a blue shirt with a tie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANTHONY&lt;/b&gt;: What are you two doing here?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/b&gt;: Err, sir, just enjoying the view sir.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: Ya, haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANTHONY&lt;/b&gt;: You two no longer an APIITian. You cannot trespass this area. If you wanna have lunch, you can go to the basement. But you cannot access to our APIIT building anymore. Else I will have to call the police.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STPEHEN&lt;/b&gt;: Ok sir. Won’t happen again sir.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANTHONY&lt;/b&gt;: Ok, now please leave the area.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Anthony walks away.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: You see, now kena tiu by Anthony. Happy la.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;: Hai la hai la. &lt;/span&gt;We go down yumcha. You blanja ok?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: Nah!!&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Show his middle finger.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;TO BE CONTINUE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Executive Producer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Vincent J. Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kevin C. as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;KELLY&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent T. as &lt;/i&gt;JOEY&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven W. as &lt;/i&gt;STEPHEN&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael L. as &lt;/i&gt;MARCUS&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest Cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Fai as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Himself&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Anthony as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Himself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Vincent J. Tan&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Vincent J. Tan&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-116303484303697755?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116303484303697755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=116303484303697755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/116303484303697755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/116303484303697755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/11/vincents-story-idiot-affairs.html' title='Vincent&apos;s Story - 無聊道 || Idiot Affairs -'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-116278593202269581</id><published>2006-11-06T03:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T04:05:32.043Z</updated><title type='text'>The Lone Skylinez – Season 3 – Episode 004: Emotions, Ups, and Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Busy, that is the word. Being rushing assignment this pass few weeks. On last week, the entire labs equipment is down. I mean, not all actually, but only two cabinets of equipment are fully functioning. We have around 26 routers, 18 switches, and 6 hubs in the labs. One cabinet consist of 4 routers, 3 switches, and 1 hub. The assignment requires us to use 3 or 4 routers, 3 switches, and 4 PC to run the experiment. But on that particular week, non cabinet have all those requirement fulfilled except 2. They have either 2 routers functioning, or not enough cable, and PC setting gone. The baddest idiot is the one who put password to lock the configuration mode.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-Credits Roll- &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Lone Skylinez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Main Cast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vincent Joe Y. Tan&lt;br /&gt;John Hin Fung Chan&lt;br /&gt;Zach Wong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Executive Producer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; – &lt;b&gt;The Producer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-END of Credit Roll-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When the router is lock with a password, we need to reset the router. It is quite complicated process, where u needs to perform a power shut and several reset command. At the end of the command, if you type the wrong file name for the command “copy run start” into “copy run tart”… The router somehow overwrite the start file with tart file, hence the startup OS is overwritten and gone. I forgot how the concept works, but all I know u are dealing with an empty router, like a formatted empty PC with no OS, only BIOS. We usually perform our testing in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Ellison&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Building&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; lab C005. But we have another undergraduate lab in another building across the road. It is known as &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pandon&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Building&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. They have the similar equipment but in much more small scale. But it is adequate to perform the experiment. There is a few number know the existence of this particular lab, I knew it because I did my undergrad networking subject here. So, I went there to perform the test with my friend Zach. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;On the last week, the lab existence was exposed. When I went there late, the lab is already full, but luckily got 1 more space for me. Most of them did the work in groups, but I think it is kinda hard because me and Zach got conflict with the IP address and method of acquiring evidence. So we split up, it work much easier. We manage to finish and submit the report on time. I also took the luxury to take a few pictures on the routers I set up and also the game lab. The game lab is specially designed for game programming students only. Sometimes, I saw a bunch of them using them to play games. See them playing games there like playing games in CC rather then programming games.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img294.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0003xt9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/255/img0003xt9.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img134.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0006hr2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/9743/img0006hr2.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img294.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0008on8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/1631/img0008on8.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img179.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0012mn6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/2008/img0012mn6.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img162.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0015yz1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/3968/img0015yz1.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Unrequited Love(source wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Unrequited love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; is love that is not reciprocated, even though reciprocation is usually deeply desired. This can lead to feelings such as depression, anxiety, and mood swings such as swift changes between depression. The expression is nowadays usually used in a negative sense, but even today there are many people who knowingly or unknowingly accidentally live in or even purposely strive for a frame of mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Falling in love produces a very different hormonal and psychological state than that of an established, mature love, even when such an older love is very happy and fulfilling. Many people crave this feeling so badly that they repeatedly look for new objects of infatuation and even break off old relations when this causes them great emotional trauma (often repressed). Many accidentally discover the much less traumatic ways of attaining the "high" they crave by flirting  or by looking for an unattainable object of love. Especially poets and other artists often do this deliberately — in fact, many are not able to be productive otherwise — and they often know that this way of loving and living was much more common in past centuries.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For probably most people, however, being in unrequited love is a torturous experience. For them too, however, it can simultaneously be a source of great joy, sometimes providing the lover a sense of fulfillment for having somebody to love, even though that love is not returned. The lover may feel this satisfaction is worth the emotional distress they must suffer. They may prefer to stay in love rather than move on. However, for the majority it can be a very frustrating and upsetting situation to be in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When you tell your partner about your unrequited love, the following are likely to happen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;you become closer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The status quo remains the SAME&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;There will be awkwardness in the beginning but things return to normal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;THE FRIENDSHIP ENDS&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Unrequited love may last a very long time, as long as a few decades. But the lover's feelings usually reach a breaking point and the love ends. The following are reasons why unrequited love can end.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The lover receives reciprocation from the loved&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The feelings subside.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The lover acknowledges that their feelings will never be returned.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The lover channels their devotion towards another person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Unrequited love can result in obsessive behavior such as stalking and even transform into hostility toward the object of desire if the love is rejected, though this behavior really is more of an exceptionality than the norm, and is usually rooted in much deeper problems than a broken heart. These sorts of behavior can lead the afflicted person to be seen as "perverted" or to a lesser extent, simply "creepy". Conversely, unrequited love has also been the inspiration for and topic of many great works of art. Such works have brought hope and inspiration to the lovelorn and romantically inclined for centuries. Whether a particular case of unrequited love is interpreted by an observer (or by the love's object) as being sweet or creepy is a complex and subjective issue.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is a movement towards making people aware of this as being an illness which leads to many people committing suicide.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is the emotion I am enduring right now…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;-The End-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-116278593202269581?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116278593202269581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=116278593202269581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/116278593202269581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/116278593202269581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/11/lone-skylinez-season-3-episode-004.html' title='The Lone Skylinez – Season 3 – Episode 004: Emotions, Ups, and Down'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-116224851327770550</id><published>2006-10-30T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:52:38.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Vincent's Story - 無聊道 || Idiot Affairs -</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:16;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;無聊道&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Idiot Affairs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Episode 002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Proving Ground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a few months, Kelly has graduated from the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Tasty&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Chain&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Training&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Academy&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. He got a Tasty Certified Cooking Associate or simply known as TCCA. He also won the Top Student award for his intake. Currently, he is assigned in Klang Famous Chicken or KFC. All new graduate will begin their work as a crew. They will slowly rise to the position of chefs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KITCHEN AREA IN KFC&lt;/b&gt;. Kelly is seen assisting a chef. He wore a yellowish t-shirt and pants. There is a KFC logo on his shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHEF&lt;/b&gt;: Pass me the diced potato.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Here.&lt;b&gt; (He passes the bowl of diced potato to him.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHEF&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;(Looking at the diced potato)&lt;/b&gt; Good job, the potato seems to be diced nicely.&lt;b&gt; (He pours it into the wok.)&lt;/b&gt; I remember your report says that you cut your middle finger when you were dicing the potato.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: …=_=”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scene cut to a restaurant. It was lunch time and a lot of people is dining there. Joey is seen helping the hawker to prepare the wan tan mee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAWKER&lt;/b&gt;: Joey, quick, take this two plate to that table &lt;b&gt;(pointing at the table sat by 2 girls.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: The leng lui over there? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAWKER&lt;/b&gt;: Duh…faster la, still a lot of orders here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Joey took the two wan tan mee to the girls.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MADEMOISELLE&lt;/b&gt;: So long also haven’t come yet my wan tan mee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CARINA&lt;/b&gt;: Ya lor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MADEMOISELLE&lt;/b&gt;: I think this leng jai is bringing the food to us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: Hot water, hot water&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(The girls move a side for Joey to put down the plate.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MADEMOISELLE&lt;/b&gt;: Wah, very long la. Almost wanna leave jor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: Sorry ar leng lui. It will be 7 buxx.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(One of the girls hand Joey the exact amount. Joey took the money and examine it. The girls felt disturb with his attitude.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CARINA&lt;/b&gt;: Why are you looking at the money like that? Is there anything wrong with it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: Well, there is something missing on your banknote…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CARINA&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;(A little surprised.) &lt;/b&gt;What is wrong with it? Don’t tell me it is a fake note?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MADEMOISELLE&lt;/b&gt;: Impossible! She just drew the money out from the bank!!&lt;b&gt;(Surprised.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: Nonono, listen carefully. The banknote has everything…Except your name and phone number… May I have it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(The girls look at each other and gave a smile.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAWKER&lt;/b&gt;: Joey!! FAI LAN TI LA TIU!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;(Give his boss a palm signal.)&lt;/b&gt; Okokok, Lei la. Sorry, girls, I will come back to collect the missing detail later. &lt;b&gt;(He put a pen and a paper on the table.)&lt;/b&gt;. Enjoy your meal. &lt;b&gt;(Quickly run back to his stall.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time flies. The scene now cut to an interview room in Tasty Chain branch. Kelly is preparing for his interview where he will be evaluate for promotion. He is sitting on a chair facing with three interviewer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INTERVIEWER AH HAWK&lt;/b&gt;: A chef should possesses extraordinary skills and creativity. Mr. Kelly, can you tell the promotion as do why you deserve to be promoted?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Of course. In the academy, I was awarded with a Top Student recognition. I also have several recommendation feedback from the chefs I have work with. I am confident that I will be able to deliver quality, service, cleanliness, and excellent as required in my profession.&lt;b&gt; (Extremely confident look.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kelly was given a 3 month probation period as a chefs. He is now assigned on a station with a chef apprenticing him. Kelly displayed wonderful skills and performed well. He is now preparing a roast chicken. He grab a knife and begin to cut the chicken into pieces. The way he removed the bone was marvelous. The chef who is accessing him was impressed with his skills.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Scene cut to Kelly’s bedroom. He is seen talking on the phone.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: I am now a probation chef. I think when my probation period is over, I am definitely become a chef in KFC.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARCUS&lt;/b&gt;: That was quick. Soon you will be the executive chef. Might as well you work solely in Tasty Chain la &lt;b&gt;(sound very sarcastic.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Tiu nei, you are the one who asked me to infiltrate Tasty Chain. Fxxking hell.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARCUS&lt;/b&gt;: You are paid ok…I pay you. You have two side income because of me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;KELLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;: Hai la hai la. &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, can you teach me other method for preparing the kung po chicken?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARCUS&lt;/b&gt;: I have thought you enough to advance yourself to the chef level. You must learn those thing yourself. I will help you when you are stuck. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY&lt;/b&gt;: Yada yada yada…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kelly passes his probation. &lt;b&gt;TASTY CHAIN HALL&lt;/b&gt;. A lot of undergraduate chef is here for their graduation ceremony as a junior chef. Kelly is shown wearing his gown on the stage. The vice-chancellor gave him a certificate and Kelly salutes him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scene cut to a &lt;b&gt;WAN TAN MEE STALL&lt;/b&gt;. Joey is now a full fledge wan tan mee hawker. The owner of the stall is a man named Marcus. He is the boss and the General Chef for the Tai Long restaurant. He own a lot of restaurant and stalls in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Klang&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; area. He is one of the rivals of the expanding Tasty Chain Corporation. Currently, Marcus is one of the competitor who is able to compete with Tasty Chain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: Eason!! Take this 4 plate to table 10. Then this wan tan soup to table 7.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EASON&lt;/b&gt;: Ok. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Suddenly, a group of MPPJ officer came in.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EASON&lt;/b&gt;: Encik, you mau makan apa?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MPPJ OFFICER&lt;/b&gt;: Kita dari MPPJ, kamu punya gerai disyaki tidak mematuhi peraturan kebersihan. Ikut kami ke balai!! &lt;b&gt;(He cuffed Eason hand.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EASON&lt;/b&gt;: Apa ni Encik???&lt;b&gt;(He is very shock in his life.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Joey and Eason were cuffed and were taken to MPPJ headquarter. The stall was temporary closed for hygiene inspection. But the business quickly resume and both of them were released after Marcus bribe them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Scene cut to Joey bedroom. He is seen talking on the phone.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: I can’t take it anymore Stephen. When I go home, my relative keep gossip about me being expel by the academy and working in a wan tan mee stall. When I am working, a group of MPPJ came and cuffed me to headquarter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/b&gt;: But I heard you were wooing girls in your restaurant and done some “filtering” on the cashier well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOEY&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;(Thinking by himself.)&lt;/b&gt; How the hell he knows? &lt;b&gt;(Talk to Stephen.)&lt;/b&gt; Tiu nei la. You think I am what? Really hawker ar? You think very easy ar working like this? You come and do yourself la…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Joey hung up in frustration. He lie down on the bed. He is thinking what will happen in the future if he continues to be like this…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TO BE CONTINUE…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Executive Producer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Vincent J. Tan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cast&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kevin C. as &lt;/i&gt;KELLY&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent T. as &lt;/i&gt;JOEY&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven W. as &lt;/i&gt;STEPHEN&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael L. as &lt;/i&gt;MARCUS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddy W. as EASON&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest Cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina as Herself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Huii T. as MADEMOISELLE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Hawk as INTERVIEWER AH HAWK&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male Extra as CHEF&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male Extra as HAWKER&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Vincent J. Tan&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Vincent J. 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View of temple, a few Lo Hon statues, a Buddha figure, and etc. You can hear the bell ringing within the temple.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cut to Marcus, a man around his late 20s, worshipping the Buddha figure. After that, he turns around and a group of young teens is standing behind him, forming a horizontal line.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;MARCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: My life, as foretold by the fortune teller, a victor. Still, I don’t think one can remain a champion without continuing the hard work. So, I believe that you yourself decide your fate, and ultimately, your destiny. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(One of the teens, called Kelly, looking among his peers. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; felt anxious.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;MARCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Among my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEN'S&lt;/span&gt;, you are the one who just joined my restaurant chain a few weeks ago. You guys are the one who I deemed worthy for the job which I am going to offer you. On this moment, the path to your greatest destiny will begin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(Marcus took the trays with several cups of tea and serve to the young teens. Marcus took a cup for himself. )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;MARCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: I wish all of you best of luck. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(Marcus drank the tea, while others follow.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;KELLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Thinking to himself.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I was planning to work in Tai Loong Restaurant, but the boss sends me to work in Tasty Chain as a mole. He thinks he is doing Infernal Affairs meh…but nevermind as long as he pays me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cut to...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;TASTY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;CHAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;TRAINING&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;ACADEMY&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. Kelly is sitting in the classroom. There were around 30 students. A teacher is showing them about kitchen utensils.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;KELLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Thinking to himself.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I come to Tai Loong Restaurant to work because I hate attending school, now I am in a classroom…=_=”…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cut to...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;THE KITCHEN AREA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. Kelly is seen cutting some potato. Then suddenly he cut his finger.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;KELLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Ah!! Tiu!! Fxxking hell… &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(He holds his bleeding middle finger.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cut to...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;CLASSROOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. Kelly is attending a class about hygiene. He is sleeping on the table. The teacher took the duster and threw it at Kelly. It hit his head.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;KELLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Woke up.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; What the fxxk? Who play play here!!?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;KELLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(He silence.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cut to...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;HEADMASTER OFFICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. Robert, the Academy Headmaster is sitting behind his desk with his friend, Stephen the KSC Northern Region Manager sitting at the side of the desk. A young teen by the name Joey, a student of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Tasty&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Chain&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Training&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Academy&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is standing infront of them. Both of them are interviewing Joey.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ROBERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: When you came in 10 minutes ago, what kind of dishes I was having for my lunch?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;JOEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: You were having 3 cheeseburger, 2 Hawaiian pizzas, 5 large French fries, 10 boxes of 6 nuggets, 3 plates…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ROBERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Okok, enough. Did I ate that much??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;JOEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Yes you did.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(Stephen burst into laughter. He begins to question Joey.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: What do you think of me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;JOEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: You are the suckedker who always make fun of people and interested in MILF and likes to spoof Stephen Chow and Steven Spielberg and talk nonsense and…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Fxxk you!! You can get lost now!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ROBERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Gave a silly laugh.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Haha, you may leave now Joey.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;JOEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Yes sir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(Joey walks out from the office.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ROBERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Your sister phone number, pls. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(Robert hand his mobile phone to Stephen.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Gave Robert a middle finger.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Nah!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ROBERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: I told you, he is straight forward and never cares about their feelings. You lost your bet now, I want to claim my reward. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Robert gave a smile.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: I give you Gheta phone number, you want?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ROBERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Okok, cut the crap. I think he is the best candidate to be a mole.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(Stephen folds his arms and nods his head, expressing the agreement.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cut to...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ACADEMY FRONTGATE ENTRANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. Joey is seen walking out from the academy with his rucksack. He is not wearing his academy uniform. Behind him is a group of trainee assembling. The teacher is briefing the trainees.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: As a trainee in the academy, you are expected to follow the academy’s rules and regulation. Anyone who broke the rules will be expelled like him &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(pointing at Joey who is walking out from the academy.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Who wanted to trade your place with him?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(Joey look back, watching the group of trainee, and continue walking out. The guard closed the gate. Kelly was among the trainee in the assembly.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;KELLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: I wish I could trade with him…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cut to...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SS2 MURNI, 1am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. Stephen and Robert is having a secret meeting with Joey.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ROBERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: I am sorry to put you into this situation. But we have no choice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: You were the best and very suited for this tasks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;JOEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: I can’t believe I've accepted this job. You two suckedker make sure that I am handsomely paid. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Handsome, handsome, sure handsome one…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ROBERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Alright. Listen Joey. Your record in the academy will be completely erase from the database. Your identity will only be known by me and Stephen. You are assign to be a mole to infiltrate other restaurant or mamaks to steal their secret recipe. Do you understand?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;JOEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: … Do you need me to steal Edgar recipe now?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: You are not assigned to any targets yet. Wait for further orders.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;JOEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Ok…You pay for me ok. I ciao first.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(Joey leave the place. Stephen wave his hand to Edgar and signal him that he want to pay the bill.) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;EDGAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;: Semua sekali?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;: Bukan, bukan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Asing-asing. Ini, ini, dan ini dia punya. Lain-lain gua punya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;EDGAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Ok. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Mumbling.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Empat, tiga setengah, erm... dua. You sembilan setengah. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Telling to Robert.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ROBERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Ok. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Pull out his wallet and pays him.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;EDGAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Ok. You punya. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Mumbling.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Empat, Dua, Tujuh, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lima&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, Tiga Setengah, Dua Belas, errmm. Dua puluh setengah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Dua puluh setengah? What the hell, how much did Joey ate? Boss, ini macam berapa &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(pointing at one of the plate.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;EDGAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Tadi itu Fung Shui lou ada tarpau itu dua Lou Shu Fan Special. Dia cakap kamu olang bayar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Tiu…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Executive Producer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vincent J. Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin C.    as    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KELLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent T.    as    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven W.    as   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael L.    as    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest Cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard L.    as    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROBERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edgar    as    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vincent J. Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vincent J. Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-116182046489592173?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116182046489592173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=116182046489592173&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/116182046489592173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/116182046489592173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/10/vincents-story-idiot-affairs.html' title='Vincent&apos;s Story - 無聊道 || Idiot Affairs -'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-116162673801880213</id><published>2006-10-23T18:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:49:00.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lone Skylinez – Season 3 – Episode 003: The Beginning of MSc Life</title><content type='html'>It has been quite sometime I didn’t update my blog. It seems other blog also died out as well. Kevin blog is the funniest. His blog died for like more then a year, then he resurrect it, then 2 entry, die back. Really the cha dou. Itu Tanglung Hijau also alive a while and die.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;These few days I have been quite busy. The life was like attending classes, practice in labs, go gym, go work, on9, and etc. No ending it seems. Monday till Thursday go class. Then after class, my friend will asked me to join him in the networking lab to do some lab exercise. Then at night, got time go do gym. Then go home cook my own dinner. Then at night, go on9. Every morning, my routine is, fill the bath tub with warm water. Then go fried the rice. Then go bath. Then get change. Then have a HEAVY breakfast which is Fried Rice with prawns, eggs, hams, and etc. This is the morning routine everyday. I don’t consume rice at night.For the past 5 years (including holidays) I have been doing computing courses, this is the first time I am enjoying my course. Computer networks is really fun for me. Althought the first choice is still Psychology, but Computer Networks is fine too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;-Credits Roll-            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lone Skylinez &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Main Cast&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vincent Joe Y. Tan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Hin Fung Chan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach Wong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guest Star&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fu Qian&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong Dong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roonak&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Executive Producer&lt;/i&gt; – &lt;b&gt;The Producer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-END of Credit Roll-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, so far, after 4 -5 weeks of study, I have made a few new friends. Fu Qian, a Chinese guy from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Beijing&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Dong Dong, a Chinese girl from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Roonak, an Iranian. Zach also join the group. Fu Qian is quite good in networking. He is the one who taught all of us during the practice. Here, lemme show you my library punya video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YIfXOUz4nBQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YIfXOUz4nBQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As for the Infernal Affairs spoof, I have written the Idiots Affairs a.k.a Mou Liu Dou. It will have&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vincent Joe Y. Tan&lt;/b&gt; spoofing &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tony Leung&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kevin Chen&lt;/b&gt; spoofing &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Andy Lau&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Lee&lt;/b&gt; spoofing &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eric Tsang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steven Wong&lt;/b&gt; spoofing &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anthony Wong &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddy Wong&lt;/b&gt; spoofing &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chapman To &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Mak&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;spoofing&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Lam Ka Tung or Leon Lai&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin Leong&lt;/b&gt; spoofing &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sammi Cheng&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yin Wei&lt;/b&gt; spoofing &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kelly Chen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Lee&lt;/b&gt; spoofing &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Police Academy Headmaster&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Well, although this is the intial cast I plan to place, but maybe some of you might not make it. But, I have finished 3 episode so far. I will begin publishing it today. This time, inorder for me to have time to finish it, it will be on weekly based or until further notice. It will be on every Monday. The first pilot episode will be “The Point of No Return”. Inorder to find out who is who, u compare the name initials ;).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;These days I got took a few pictures. As my interest on photography is coming back. I got a few low quality picture to show :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img73.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0010if0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img73.imageshack.us/img73/5944/img0010if0.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img128.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0011yf0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img128.imageshack.us/img128/5594/img0011yf0.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img410.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0013tx3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/4122/img0013tx3.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img129.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0016uk4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/141/img0016%3Ca" href="http://not-a-real-namespace/%20image=" jpg="" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/7366/img0399ak6.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img59.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0007rg3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/1267/img0007rg3.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img303.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0016xu7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img303.imageshack.us/img303/3638/img0016xu7.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img347.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0032pw6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img347.imageshack.us/img347/7051/img0032pw6.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I also have my hair cut. Very de short compared to Kebin jai. Also, these two weeks I was sent to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Team&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for work. It seems that McDonald in &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Team&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; is lack of staff and crews from all over &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Newcastle&lt;/st1:city&gt; and a few from Sunderland is dispatch to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Team&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I need to travel around 10KM from Newcastle City Centre to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Team&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The transport fee is paid by them so I don’t really have any problem. Also, this year my wages is increase by 30 pence. Bagus, I hope I can go for a review and had it increase another 20 pence :p. Each year, the National Standard Salary will increased for 5-7% or more, depending on the job. So, this will balance up the living expenses of the citizen. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;On Friday, I went to the supermarket to restock my food supply. This is the most craziest day I have ever had. I have spent 40 pounds for food alone. But I think this supply can last me for 1 month. So I think it is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img249.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0098rb1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/275/img0098rb1.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img322.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0099uw7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img322.imageshack.us/img322/1708/img0099uw7.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img249.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0102gp4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/7620/img0102gp4.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img278.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0105tr6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img278.imageshack.us/img278/9180/img0105tr6.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img278.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0110ru7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img278.imageshack.us/img278/2853/img0110ru7.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img336.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0111np4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img336.imageshack.us/img336/6263/img0111np4.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img422.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0112uc6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img422.imageshack.us/img422/9606/img0112uc6.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Today, I lost my house key. After my class finished at 12pm. I felt that something is missing. When I touch my pocket, it seems my house key is not with me. I searched my bag. None. Then I cycle back all the way I took this morning. None. I was hoping the key is somewhere nearby. And indeed it is very nearby. It still sticking in the keyhole of my front door. Luckily no one break in :p. It will be easily open with a key and my stuff will habis. Have to be extra careful next time :p.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Today also mark the 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; day I have not having any taps. I am experimenting it. And a few more days, it will be the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; anniversary of having taps. I think I will have one when I attend the Halloween party. But currently I am not buying any cost I think it is quite expensive here, so far :p. So far, I consider tap like snacks or biscuit. If I have a pack of biscuit in front of me, I will be keep eating it all day. But when there is not, my desire to crave is not there, so as the tap. So, if I dun buy, I have no problem of stopping it. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Alright, I will be posting Idiots Affairs shortly. Hope you all enjoy. See ya around.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;-The End-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-116162673801880213?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116162673801880213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=116162673801880213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/116162673801880213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/116162673801880213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/10/lone-skylinez-season-3-episode-003.html' title='The Lone Skylinez – Season 3 – Episode 003: The Beginning of MSc Life'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-116035487501285529</id><published>2006-10-09T01:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T01:47:55.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible Upcoming Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First of all, I thanks for all of those who keep supporting both Sunny Skylinez and The Lone Skylinez series so far. It has been a great pleasure to work with these “actors” =p. Well, recently I have been watching Infernal Affairs trilogy. For your information, I have a habit to watch a movie a few hundred of times. Then I might even imitate some scenes =p. Crazy man as you would say.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yesterday, while I was bathing, suddenly an idea struck my head to write a spoof about Infernal Affairs. The actor list in my mind is&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vincent Joe Y. Tan&lt;/span&gt; spoofing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tony Leung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin Chen&lt;/span&gt; spoofing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Andy Lau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Lee&lt;/span&gt; spoofing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eric Tsang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steven Wong&lt;/span&gt; spoofing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Anthony Wong or others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eddy Wong&lt;/span&gt; spoofing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chapman To or Lam Ka Tung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan Mak&lt;/span&gt; spoofing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lam Ka Tung or Leon Lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jin Leong&lt;/span&gt; spoofing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sammi Cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yin Wei&lt;/span&gt; spoofing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelly Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well these are the list so far. But the main problem is, should I spoof it directly where there are casualties or I just spoof like “Love is a Many Stupid Thing” by Wong Jing?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for Ocean 10, the production is indefinitely postponed or cancelled for the time being. I hope this series I will be able to finish it. Currently, I got several ideas, but I have to compile it first before I reveal it. So far, the working title might be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Idiot Affairs&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;無聊道&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wu Liao Dao&lt;/span&gt;) [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mou Liu Dou&lt;/span&gt;].&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Producer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Vincent Joey&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-116035487501285529?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116035487501285529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=116035487501285529&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/116035487501285529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/116035487501285529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/10/possible-upcoming-series.html' title='Possible Upcoming Series'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-116017059669727981</id><published>2006-10-06T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T22:36:37.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Skylinez – Season 5 – Episode: Ghost in the Shell Part 2</title><content type='html'>We arrived around 7.45pm. My father asked me to tell Kevin to park his car nearby. Then we go look for the table. The dinner is held at an empty space in the Chempaka morning market. There were around 30-40 tables. I finally found the table with my father name written on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img529.imageshack.us/my.php?image=p1050741bl3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/5109/p1050741bl3.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;-Credit Roll-                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunny Skylinez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Main cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Lee Tze Loong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steven Wong Wei Ming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eddy Wong Sai Seng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guest Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emperor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;誠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Empress Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward Tan Sam Yew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winston Tan Win Yew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:state style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yin Wei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luwee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SPECIAL Guest Appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vincent Joe Y. Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Executive Producer&lt;/span&gt; – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Producer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-END of Credit Roll-&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There were a few auntie went on the stage and sang those oldies. Haha, quite funny though. Well, most of the attendee were uncle auntie around late 30s to early 40s. I think, only our table is full of young peoples =p. The food were serve around 8.30pm. On the menu, it stated 8 dishes. I forgot what dishes were serve, but I remember there is shark fin sup, which is all time favorite =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img269.imageshack.us/my.php?image=p1050735nx4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/9066/p1050735nx4.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img503.imageshack.us/my.php?image=p1050737msbw9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img503.imageshack.us/img503/7276/p1050737msbw9.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img113.imageshack.us/my.php?image=p1050738lo5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/1014/p1050738lo5.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img529.imageshack.us/my.php?image=p1050754cj3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/418/p1050754cj3.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the middle of the dinner, the committee held an auction. The item on the auction is those religious items. Anyone can place a bid. I remember the starting bid is around RM168. It is a nice number, most of the bid is place with numbers like 168, 188, 228, and etc. The bid can go to thousand of ringgits. My father even bid an item. It is known as “zui bo pun”, something like treasure pot, with the meaning of good fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img178.imageshack.us/my.php?image=06082006069av9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img178.imageshack.us/img178/6791/06082006069av9.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img66.imageshack.us/my.php?image=p1050761by1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img66.imageshack.us/img66/5541/p1050761by1.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Beer is served FOC. I think I drank 2 or 3 bottle. But Eddy were wasted =p. The dinner ends around 11pm. Kevin’s car was blocked by another car. I asked my father to return home first while I go with Kevin. A few minute later, the other car moved and we all return to my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img66.imageshack.us/my.php?image=p1050764gz7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img66.imageshack.us/img66/5685/p1050764gz7.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We camp at my room for a while. Eddy was a little wasted, you can see from the picture =p. The original to meet with Michelle, Aemy, and Joo Lee is cancelled due to Kevin DDLYness. So, we all go “gao gao chan in my room”. We took a few pictures with Steven’s professional camera, but the user was a noob. My mum suddenly came up and brought us a plate of rambutans and longan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img70.imageshack.us/my.php?image=p1050780jd6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img70.imageshack.us/img70/4213/p1050780jd6.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img420.imageshack.us/my.php?image=p1050777ab2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img420.imageshack.us/img420/2488/p1050777ab2.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img420.imageshack.us/my.php?image=p1050779df9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img420.imageshack.us/img420/5586/p1050779df9.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img505.imageshack.us/my.php?image=p1050768vj8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/6104/p1050768vj8.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then Eddy show us a funny clip known as “Hard Gay”. Well, it is not about gay, but a funny Japanese man dressing up like a crazy person and go kacau-kacau. Around 1am, Kevin said he wanna go home because he need to work on the morning. But I don’t let all of them go, I hold them and show them a few movies I’ve downloaded. Later, after they all DDLY, I let them go. Thanks everyone for the good time =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img290.imageshack.us/my.php?image=p1050794mx5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img290.imageshack.us/img290/8485/p1050794mx5.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/308/366/1600/WIBS-Hard%20Gay.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/308/366/1600/WIBS-Hard%20Gay.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-The END-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-116017059669727981?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116017059669727981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=116017059669727981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/116017059669727981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/116017059669727981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/10/sunny-skylinez-season-5-episode-ghost_06.html' title='Sunny Skylinez – Season 5 – Episode: Ghost in the Shell Part 2'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-115997869841392196</id><published>2006-10-04T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:49:25.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Skylinez – Season 5 – Episode: Ghost in the Shell Part 1</title><content type='html'>It is July the 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; in Chinese lunar calendar, which indicated the Ghost Festival is near. Chempaka committee have held a dinner to celebrate the event. Any one can book a seat or a table for the dinner. The Emperor have booked a table. He asked me if I can invite my friend to join the dinner as well. As ordered, I mass smsed to my friends. They were Eddy, Kevin, Michael, Ryan. Steven, and Luwee. After that, I awaits for their replies.                       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;-Credit Roll-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunny Skylinez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Main cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Lee Tze Loong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steven Wong Wei Ming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eddy Wong Sai Seng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guest Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emperor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;誠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Empress Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward Tan Sam Yew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winston Tan Win Yew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan Mak Kah Mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:state style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yin Wei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Luwee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;SPECIAL Guest Appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vincent Joe Y. Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chai Chai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Royal Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Executive Producer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Producer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;-END of Credit Roll-&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;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&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;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;It was 9am. I checked my phone, the first sms I got was from Ryan. He asked me if it can be postponed to other day because he is busy. I think he misunderstood my message. Well he thought it was a dinner held by my father, but it was an event held by committee. So, he told me he couldn’t come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img428.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0002swy5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img428.imageshack.us/img428/3458/img0002swy5.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&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;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&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;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&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;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;While Michael also told me he couldn’t attend it himself because he got a shift that particular day. While Steven, Eddy, Kevin, and Luwee are free to attend. The venue will be at Kampung Chempaka, Sunday 8pm. Well, actually Kevin has planned to have me meeting with Michelle, Aemy, and Joo Lee on Sunday night. So, me and Kevin change the plan and we will meet them after the dinner.&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;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Kevin arrived around 6.45pm. I invited him into my room. We chatted for a while. Then Steven and Eddy arrived around 7pm. Then Luwee called. She said she has arrived to the KJ station. I asked Kevin to fetch her. I sat on his newly modified Satria which is turbocharged. Steven and Eddy said they will wait outside the house and go around the park. I asked Kevin to test his turbo. He downshifts from 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; gear to 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; and step on the accelerator. I felt the power a little. I wanted him to test the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; gear but he refused. What a sucker =p. We took Luwee from the station and head to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img423.imageshack.us/my.php?image=20938299058547lzl3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img423.imageshack.us/img423/2910/20938299058547lzl3.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;When we arrived, I saw Eddy and Steven were playing basketball nearby the park. I invited them into the house and wait for departure. I introduced my pet cat to them. His name is Chai Chai. A very cute white cat =p. He is a little shy when came in contact with strangers. I was one of them when I first came back to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. But it will response very wild with you when he felt comfortable you’re your presence. Around 7.30pm, we drove to the dinner. I followed my dad’s car while Kevin fetch the others to the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img114.imageshack.us/my.php?image=ccrh4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img114.imageshack.us/img114/9233/ccrh4.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img435.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0175szn2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img435.imageshack.us/img435/7910/img0175szn2.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img49.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0171sdh2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/2452/img0171sdh2.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img49.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image3999shn8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/8910/image3999shn8.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img172.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0180nj2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/9681/img0180nj2.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img172.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0252et8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/3962/img0252et8.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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&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;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&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&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;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&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&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;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&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&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;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;To be continued…&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&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;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-115997869841392196?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115997869841392196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=115997869841392196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115997869841392196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115997869841392196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/10/sunny-skylinez-season-5-episode-ghost.html' title='Sunny Skylinez – Season 5 – Episode: Ghost in the Shell Part 1'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-115974832575698306</id><published>2006-10-02T00:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T01:18:45.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lone Skylinez – Season 3 – Episode 002: The Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yes, we are into episode 2 of The Lone Skylinez. When the times come, I will do an episode of Sunny Skylinez on Season 5. So right now, pls bear with me =p.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;On last Thursday, I attended an English course which is specially organized for overseas student like me. It will not be doing anything like low level English course, but focusing on how to write report in MSc level and doing some presentation as well. On the first day, he gave us an assignment which is to write a letter to John. Basically, he wants us to introduce our course and previous skill in the letter, but I neglect his request and I wrote a whole different letter which tells about a sci-fi series Stargate Atlantis…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;-Credits Roll-&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lone Skylinez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Main Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vincent Joe Y. Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Hin Fung Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Executive Producer&lt;/span&gt; – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Producer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-END of Credit Roll-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I forgot to introduce the English lecturer. His name is John Mc…Mc…well, John Mc something la. He told me a joke that a letter says “Dear John” means a break-up letter usually send by a wife to a husband who is fighting a war far away. So you can say “Dear John Letter” to represent break-up letter. John also is use to represent client of a prostitute. Like “How many Johns you have served?”. As for Johnny, it stands for condom. “Are you wearing a Johnny?”. John also can be stands for toilet. Also, in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, people in the pub address their customer regularly as John, even though you are not John. =p.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I got my new library card last Tuesday. Well, it is a little different from the previous one but none the less, same. My bicycle was vandalized 5 months ago and I didn’t fix it. Right now, it is getting harder to cycle. The front brake gone, front and rear gears gone, rear tire bengkok a little. The only brake functioning is the rear. And each time I release the brake, the rear brake clamp fail to release the brake properly, which cost you tires to scratch with the brake, and you will find it very hard to paddle. I decided to get a new bike if the cost to fix is more then the cost of a new bike. The red circle indicates the damage of the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img92.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0035syg5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img92.imageshack.us/img92/7955/img0035syg5.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img85.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0015sxo6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/3121/img0015sxo6.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img301.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0020scc3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/3358/img0020scc3.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img153.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0022syd0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/1528/img0022syd0.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img115.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0023sxr5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/5201/img0023sxr5.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After I got the quote, it seems the new bike prize is much more reasonable. Here is my new ride. They say it cost me around 50 pound to fix while the new bike is 70. So I guess, I'll just spend 20 more pound for a new bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img127.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0025fb3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img127.imageshack.us/img127/2489/img0025fb3.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img222.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0034wl4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/6512/img0034wl4.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;On Saturday, me and John prepared Bak Kut Teh for dinner. Well, it was any hard to prepare as I have thought, just throw in the herb packet and adjust the taste by putting soy sauce, dark soy sauce, sugar, salt, and oyster sauce. Then when you put the pork meat into the sup, voila, you have Bak Kut The. In the picture, it seems I am getting out of shape. Haven’t joined the gym yet. A little lazy now a days. Maybe will join on Monday.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img182.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0001sn2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img182.imageshack.us/img182/3362/img0001sn2.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img182.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0004ev3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img182.imageshack.us/img182/1651/img0004ev3.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img144.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0008af8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/7130/img0008af8.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, after this few occasions, it seems I have developed my interest in cooking and photographing again, which I have abandoned after the “Evil Within” incident&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;9 months ago. Good progress I guess. Still suffering from Memento syndrome nonetheless. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;- The End -&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-115974832575698306?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115974832575698306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=115974832575698306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115974832575698306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115974832575698306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/10/lone-skylinez-season-3-episode-002.html' title='The Lone Skylinez – Season 3 – Episode 002: The Ride'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-115940392869520137</id><published>2006-09-28T01:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T01:43:52.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lone Skylinez – Season 3 – Episode 001: Roti Canai</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The Season 3 of The Lone Skylinez has begun!! Why the first episode of Season 3 is called Roti Canai? Well Ahahaha…    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My classes have just started this week. Currently I am doing MSc Computer Network Technology, eh…I think I have mention it before…well, not wanna show-off or lansi ok :p. The class on Monday was cancelled due to some technical difficulties. So far, I have just met two of my lecturer, which is Dr. Richard Bims of the Multilayer Switching and Dr. Graham Sexton of the Wireless principle. Btw, Dr. Sexton is my Programme Leader. Well, the classes’ duration was quite long compared to my bachelors. Last time, it was 50 minute lecture, now, I am having 2-3 hours lecture =_=”. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;As for my classmates, well, quite disappointed. 93% of them is Roti Canai, 4% Dim Sum, 2% Cheese Burger and 1% Junk Food. Also, it is 98% guys. EXTREMELY disappointed. Well, most leng lui went to &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Business&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;not&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; of Engineering…Oh ya, I have migrated from School of Informatics(Computing) to School of Engineering &amp;amp; Technology, so can consider engineer also :p ahahaha. Well, this kind of subject is conquered by the Roti Canai Empire…have to fight with them.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;*Note&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Roti Canai: Indian&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dim Sum: Chinese&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cheese Burger: White People&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Junk Food: Others&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Sorry if you feel offended, you can call me Cina Pek if you want =p.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Attending early morning class from 9 – 4, or 10 – 4 like that. Have to sleep early jor. Also, they upgraded my student ID cum library card, which I can now borrow 15 books instead of 10. Will be doing 3 semesters this year and having 4 subjects to cover. This semester I also need to submit 3 mini projects, which is suxx. Those mini projects is not MINI at all…when today Dr. Sean Danaher passing out a list of 53 project title for us to choose, I see those title I also kepala pusing. But not all 53 projects is applicable for me, because it covers others Engineering courses as well. So, maybe around 10+ titles is making sense to me. Have to submit the title of choice b4 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of Oct. Sienz. Below is a few images of my little networking lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img82.imageshack.us/my.php?image=21092006109hp2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img82.imageshack.us/img82/2976/21092006109hp2.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img82.imageshack.us/my.php?image=21092006112mo0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img82.imageshack.us/img82/7972/21092006112mo0.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img223.imageshack.us/my.php?image=21092006113va1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/8356/21092006113va1.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;My housemate John just came back from HK. He will be my housemate for the entire course. His is doing BEng Mechanical Engineering, a 19-20 year old bloke. Today, I was refilling the fire starter with aerosol gas, I got burned. Well, because the gas was still around and I just sparked the fire, suddenly flame was in front of me. I got my front hair burned a little, my finger hair burned and eye brow plus eye lashes burned a little. Shit…what a day…luckily not my entire hair kena burn else I become Botak jor…U see those frizzy hair, those are the hair which kena burned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img146.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img0406sdv3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/7295/img0406sdv3.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;-The End-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-115940392869520137?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115940392869520137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=115940392869520137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115940392869520137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115940392869520137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/09/lone-skylinez-season-3-episode-001.html' title='The Lone Skylinez – Season 3 – Episode 001: Roti Canai'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-115922945858675325</id><published>2006-09-26T01:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T01:11:21.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>War of the Worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a dream I had on Thursday. Well, although it was a childish dream as my friend had said to me. Still, this one was very special, for me. The genre of the dream was a science fiction dream and it is almost the same with War of the Worlds. Although I haven’t watch WotW, but I think it was almost similar.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was walking on a street of an unknown city. It was a quiet night, only me alone is on the street. I was wearing a white jacket and white pants. The temperature was quite cool. There were a few cars parking on the side of the road. I painted it in red, there no particular reason, just to indicate it is a car. Mind me because my painting skill is poor, so I just can represent it with some sketch I drew. The red triangle shape represent townhouse, they were quite far away down the hill.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img201.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1vs4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/7373/1vs4.th.jpg" alt="&lt;o:p" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look upon the sky, I saw the sky were empty without any star, except a formation of star which resemble to a U shape. It was the brightest light on the sky. Well, to be honest, I felt the brightness of the star and the formation was a little unusual.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img63.imageshack.us/my.php?image=2kc5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/192/2kc5.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img63.imageshack.us/my.php?image=3oz7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/9401/3oz7.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Suddenly, several comets fell from the star above. I was a little shock when I saw those comet hit on the town below the hill. Those comets, when I look closely, it resembles a shape of an arrow made of energy. It hit the upper section of the downhill town. The rain of comet slowly reaching to my street. I quickly hide at the side of a car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img246.imageshack.us/my.php?image=4jz5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/5042/4jz5.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img246.imageshack.us/my.php?image=5in1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/9305/5in1.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A few comets flew by and hit randomly. When the arrow hit onto a solid object, it cause an explosion. I quickly look at my house which is located above a shop lot. I felt relief because none of the arrow hit my house. I few more rain of arrow came down to my place. I saw a girl who was stunned by the event, standing still without even reacting to dodge the arrow. I ran toward her and pull her by her hand, away from the targeting arrows. I bring her into my house. We walk the stairs and I opened the door. Somehow it wasn’t lock.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My mum and my two brothers are at the living hall. I told my mum that there is an alien invasion going on and we have to go upstairs. My mum asked me who the girl is. I said someone I just save. I told her this is not important, and ask her to bring my brothers upstairs immediately. While my mum and brother are going upstairs, which is another living hall, I am looking for my wooden sword. The wooden sword which is a little different compared to a bokken, it was used by Miyamoto Musashi on a famous duel with Sasaki Kojiro. After I have got my sword, I rush to up stairs. The girl was gone, but that time I really couldn’t care, my family safety comes first. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;a href="http://img246.imageshack.us/my.php?image=6jk2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/3237/6jk2.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told my mum and brothers to stay quiet. I switched off all the lights in the house. I took my camera, wanted to take the picture of the star formation. But when I looked thru the window, I notice some comet were different. It much more guided then the random arrows. When it came closer, it is actually a smaller ship, around the size of tank. It was red in color, formed by hundreds of circle shaped block. There were few hundred of ships coming towards. A few crashed on the shop opposite of my house. The ship transformed into humanoid shape robots. People were running around, a pure chaos. Suddenly, one of them breaks into my window with its arm. I use the sword and fend with it. The next thing I know, the scene fades. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img99.imageshack.us/my.php?image=7gq6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/1394/7gq6.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img99.imageshack.us/my.php?image=8vh0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/527/8vh0.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My brother was reading a news paper. A small column on the bottom right says “Vincent was killed”. I was dead…It was so surprised that I don’t even know how…I thought I was the main cast…dead…aww that really ruin my reputation…haha. Well, after that scene I woke up, a little worried actually, because the dream were quite real. Thanks for reading this crap dream anyway.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;- Prince of Dali -&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-115922945858675325?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115922945858675325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=115922945858675325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115922945858675325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115922945858675325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/09/war-of-worlds.html' title='War of the Worlds'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-115913076094352604</id><published>2006-09-24T21:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T21:46:00.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert Rose</title><content type='html'>by Sting and Cheb Mami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;br /&gt;I wake in vain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of fire&lt;br /&gt;These dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire&lt;br /&gt;And in the flames&lt;br /&gt;Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This desert rose&lt;br /&gt;Each of her veils, a secret promise&lt;br /&gt;This desert flower&lt;br /&gt;No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as she turns&lt;br /&gt;This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;This fire burns&lt;br /&gt;I realize that nothing's as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;br /&gt;I wake in vain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I lift my gaze to empty skies above&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, this rare perfume&lt;br /&gt;Is the sweet intoxication of her love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;br /&gt;I wake in vain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet desert rose&lt;br /&gt;Each of her veils, a secret promise&lt;br /&gt;This desert flower&lt;br /&gt;No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet desert rose&lt;br /&gt;This memory of Eden haunts us all&lt;br /&gt;This desert flower, this rare perfume&lt;br /&gt;Is the sweet intoxication of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7t0w4WPT3s0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7t0w4WPT3s0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-115913076094352604?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115913076094352604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=115913076094352604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115913076094352604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115913076094352604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/09/desert-rose.html' title='Desert Rose'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-115879837582110112</id><published>2006-09-21T01:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T01:40:09.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hostile Takeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday around 12am, Vincent has suffered a clinical depression in a sudden. His friendster has been modified where pictures have been deleted, information has change to all memento, password changes and deletion of his personal psychology research files. He also did not turn up for the academic briefing which is held today at 12pm. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The situation was a little dire, where I have to takeover for the moment. Currently putting him on hibernate so that he can return to normal. All the information on the friendster is currently incorrect. The effect of the clear mind of state is not suitable for him currently. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What happen is, he is trying to switch behavior which is not normally practice by him, and thus the emotional conflict happens. It is at best that none of the former Skylinez should attempt to communicate with him until situation is solved. But I guess, nobody cares about him right. Just updating I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Jo -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-115879837582110112?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115879837582110112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=115879837582110112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115879837582110112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115879837582110112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/09/hostile-takeover.html' title='Hostile Takeover'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-115870585184300368</id><published>2006-09-19T23:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T23:44:11.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlantis Season 3 – Behind Blue Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is another new beginning. I have enrolled myself to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Northumbria&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, doing MSc Computer Network and Technology. I have previously done my degree in the same university. The core of the programme is teaching CISCO CCNP syllabus. It is all about networking stuff. The programme leader said that after this course, we are qualify for CCNP. But the catch is, qualify for CCNP, not giving me a CCNP cert. Like kena “con” jor. Well, nvm, atleast I am doing something which I have knowledge and interest on. Teaching starts on next week.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went to McD to tell that I am back to work. I was greeted warmly by Helen, the store manager. She asked me if I can work on this Sat and Sun? I agreed. So, this weekend I will be working from 10am to 6pm. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went back home by 4pm. I saw YY online. Suddenly, a strange feeling struck me again. I dunno what kind of feeling was that but it just sad. Just doesn’t feel right. I am those person which is very easy to be affected by emotion. Furthermore, I began to feel the pressure in my MSc. This adds the stone on the burden. Sienz.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This few days I might not answering MSN. Wanted to isolate myself for a while. Denying myself of myself. Thankz for my friends who supported me on the past. Nothing more to write. Pen off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-115870585184300368?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115870585184300368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=115870585184300368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115870585184300368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115870585184300368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/09/atlantis-season-3-behind-blue-eyes.html' title='Atlantis Season 3 – Behind Blue Eyes'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-115862698974545277</id><published>2006-09-19T01:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T01:51:10.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stargate Beyond - Enemy at the Gate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stargate Beyond&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Chapter XXX: Enemy at the Gate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Pass me the rifle,” I said to Captain Steven “Batista” W. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He handed me the VC – 102 Sniper Rifle and asked me “Colonel, are you sure about this? We could just wait for the Stargate Command or the Colonial Marine to send rescue team,” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While shouldering the rifle in the prone position I told him “I rather take the chance. Even the nearest ship will take 6 hours to arrive.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What about the Stargate Command? They will send help thru the gate,” he said.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While looking thru the sniping scope watching the Orcs guarding the Stargate, I told him “Look, there’s only 2 Orc guarding the gate okay,” I winked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Then what?” said Batista. He is very unconfident on my decision.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The distance between us and the Orcs guarding the Stargate is around 50 to 60 meters away. We hid our self behind the rubble. There is only 2 Orc guarding the Stargate. One of them is sitting down on tiny rubble at the east direction while the other is laying on the Stargate at the west facing the opposite direction of his companion. None of them sense our presence.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I ignored Batista. I decided to end this quick and escape thru the Stargate. I’ve already calculated the risk, and I think the risk is minimal. Before I could decide which Orc I should take out first, a tank arrived to the Stargate from the west direction. Two Orc jump down from the tank and join the other Orc guarding the gate. One of the Orc joins the Orc which is sitting at the east while the other one join the Orc at the west. Another Orc descend down from the tank and took his rifle form the cockpit. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Vince!! Don’t shoot, don’t shoot,” said Batista. He waved his right hand sideway signaling me to stop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I ignored him. I check my rifle for the remaining bullets. The LED on the side of the rifle displaying 5 bullets left. I decided to go on with my plan. I was very confident on that moment. Five bullets for 5 Orcs. This is what I am thinking. Thru the scope, I saw the Orcs at west side is lighting up their cigarette. At the east side, the same Orc sitting on the rubble while another is lighting up his cigarette. The Orc with the rifle seems suspicious at the rubble in front of him. He moved forward to our direction.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly, I heard a loud explosion. It seems that the Orc is launching an artillery strike on the remains of the colony. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Batista looked at me nervously. On the second explosion, I open fired at the Orc sitting on the rubble. I shot him in the head. The Orc collapsed, but none of the Orc realized it because none of them is looking at the Orc sitting there and they did not hear the shot because of the loud explosion. Batista was stun. He peeked thru the hole. He saw one of the Orc is down and the other was not aware of it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the next second, the Orc at the east looked back and was shocked to find out his companion is killed. Before he could warn the other companion, a third explosion was heard and I fired the Orc at the east. It hit him in the head and he is killed instantly. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Orc with the rifle looked back, and was stunned to find out 2 of his companion is killed. He went into prone position. The other 2 Orc at the west is still unaware of the situation. A fourth explosion was heard and I shot the Orc at the west. Once again, I hit him in the head which he died instantly. The Orc with the rifle quickly took his grenade and prepare to throw at my location. A fifth explosion was heard and I shot the Orc with the rifle. The last Orc at the west suddenly realize the situation and was extremely shocked that his entire companion was killed. He ran to the east. I stand up and shoulder my rifle. I aim at the Orc carefully while his is running. I open fired at him and the bullet landed into his head. He collapsed. The whole event happens within seconds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Come, let’s go,” I told Batista. He did not respond. He was too amazed on my ability and still stun by it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Let’s go, Captain, what you’re waiting for?” I pulled his arm while talking to him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Whoa, I couldn’t believe what I have just seen…amazing…” he said. He stands up as I pulled him up. We ran to the Stargate. I dialed the Earth address. After the last chevron was entered, the Stargate is activated. Batista took his GDO and send the identification code. After a few second, we got the authentication code and we walked thru the event horizon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cast&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Colonel Vincent MacLeod – Commander of SG-3 Alpha, Beta, and Delta Squad&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Captain Steven “Batista” W. –Member of SG-3 Beta Squad led by Lt. Colonel Ryan Mac&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sitting Orc&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;East Cigarette Orc&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;West Cigarette Orc 1&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;West Cigarette Orc 2&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rifle Orc&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-115862698974545277?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115862698974545277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=115862698974545277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115862698974545277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115862698974545277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/09/stargate-beyond-enemy-at-gate.html' title='Stargate Beyond - Enemy at the Gate'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-115853132467854444</id><published>2006-09-17T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:15:24.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince of Dali: Second Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Prince of Dali: Second Evil&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is a spin-off story about a girl. She is a friend of mine, thus I included her into my Prince of Dali story. I have asked her authority to publish this story, so that I might get some insight on how to deal with this problem if I have any other friends who encounter it, or better still, getting opinions. Since this is others people story so I would not put any real names on it. All the names here are fictional but the story is real. Why Second Evil? Why not other title? Well, read the story and you’ll find out yourself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her name was simply known as Tip. She is the eldest with a little brother in the family. Her father is a mechanic while her mom is a simple housewife. They were a happy family. Her father was a very sensible man, I as a Prince have spoken with him a few times. I called him Uncle Tap. She also told me he was a caring man for his family. I knew that. I knew them quite well to be honest. But that was long time ago. That time, her house was next to my little kingdom. Her mom was a good mother as well, as far as I recall. I call her Auntie Top. Her youngest brother is a 7 years younger then Tip. I call him Tum&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day, after a long time. I got a message from Tip. She was very sad. I took my horse and meet with her. She told me some saddening news happen in her family. Her father, had a woman outside. She doesn’t know how his met with these women, but it was driving his father crazy. The story goes like this. Auntie Top was suspecting something amidst with her husband. Once a while she saw Uncle Tap will be talking on the hand phone&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;with a very gentle voice. Auntie Top couldn’t understand what his husband is talking about because he was speaking in Hakka. Every time the phone rang, Uncle Tap will go else where and talk to the phone, suspiciously. Auntie Top suspicious was growing more and she tries to ask her husband directly if he is having an affair. He said no and keeps on saying it was his customer asking about his car.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day after day, Auntie Top asked his husband, he finally told her that he is indeed having an affair with other women. Auntie Top burst with tears and go a little berserk as Tip told me. Uncle Tap tries to calm her wife and saying that he is sorry. But his intention was not to break-up with those women, but to tell her that he wanted both. He just keeps on telling her wife to stay on, but I am not sure how Uncle Tap plans to maintain the situation. Later on, he changes the story and told her wife that she is just a friend. Auntie Top believes it and hope that he will change his mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But things getting worsen. Firstly, Uncle Tap keep telling her daughter that the women, which I refer as Fax, that she&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;is just someone that he liked to talks to. Fax is someone who he can pour his heart out. Fax can listen to everything Uncle Tap has to say and even share the same interest. At first, Tip was a little upset but she just listen to what his father said and tries to calms her mom down. When Tip was talking to her mom, she tries to calm her down and telling her that it is just some friends of dad. He will just “get-over” it when he is done. Everyday, once a while Auntie Top will just have a quarrel which Uncle Tap, anytime, anywhere in the house. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every night, Uncle Tap will call Fax and talk for hours long. Then half way, Auntie Top will come out from the bedroom and had a quarrel with him. Until now, Tip wasn’t upset with her father, because she loved him. She just tries to calm her mom down every time they had quarrel. Sometimes, Uncle Tap will come back home and change his clothes and go out to meet with Fax. But Uncle Tap is the kind of an honest person where he always had to tell his wife not to cook for him when he is not coming back for dinner. Auntie Top will purposely drove out with Tum, going somewhere. Since Uncle Tap always go to work by a motorcycle and only drove when he is going out, so Auntie took the car out so if he wanted to see the women, he will have to call a cab or take the motorcycle. So, every time when Uncle Tap is going to see Fax, Auntie will purposely take the car out with Tum. She will only be coming back around 10pm, drifting around any shopping mall. Auntie will give a call to Tip telling her intention and location, and ask if wanted to join her for dinner or else. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She is very supportive on her father side, but this support couldn’t last any longer when Auntie Top keep on quarrelling with Uncle Tap and keep on going against each other, she began to hate her father. Before this incident, she always had her father as a role model, but now, things changed. As I, The Prince of Dali have spoken with Uncle Tap a few times, I can see that his word is logical as it is sensible, but still, man will always succumb to beauty. Logic and sense is all in the bin when beauty is in front of the eye. On the last time, Tip always update her father how her mom has been, and Uncle will always tell her daughter that to calm her mom down and telling Tip everything is fine. But now, after seeing her mom situation, Tip herself can no longer calm down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day, around 9.30pm, Uncle Tap were coming back to take the car to see Fax, Auntie Top once again taking the car and asking Tip and Tum go with her. That day, Tip couldn’t stand it any longer, she tells her mom that she is bored of this and cannot take this anymore. She ran out from the house. That is where I got the call and I went to her. She told me that although her father is cheating her mom, still helping her dad felt that Tip is betraying her mom, while helping her mom, also felt like betraying her dad. Although by the view of others, helping the mom is the right thing to do, but I can feel it myself that helping both party hurts. That was the day she decided not to help any party. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That time, I don’t know how to help her, nor telling her what to do. Both is her parent, she had lived with them since she was born, both side hurts her. I got a call from Auntie Top. She asked if her daughter is with me, I lied, as instructed by Tip. She went back home after 1am. She asked me to drop her 2 house away so that she didn’t know I went out with her. I told her to give me a call if you need any help.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So far, as I know, Uncle Tap finally got his sense and break with Fax. I am glad that no divorce kind of situation happened. But I think this event changes Tip. She had a boyfriend now, but somehow I can see the possessiveness in her, a second evil. Maybe it was her nature, or maybe that event changes her where she is insecure seeing her boyfriend might be “spanar” by other girls. Well, I wish all the best for her. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is some fictional scene which I added in story but the content was real. I also have asked her approval for this so everything I wrote is fine for her. The final comment was entirely myself but I don’t know she will “kill” for this or not =p. Any comment is very appreciated. Thank You&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Prince of Dali -&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-115853132467854444?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115853132467854444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=115853132467854444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115853132467854444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115853132467854444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/09/prince-of-dali-second-evil.html' title='Prince of Dali: Second Evil'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-115800776405941810</id><published>2006-09-11T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:49:24.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince of Dali: The Evil Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Prince of Dali: The Evil Within&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The original title was Prince of Persia: The Warrior Within. It was a famous game 2 years back. It talks about a Persian prince who is trying to find a way to change his destiny by changing the timeline thru supernatural method. I used this title to represent my scenario, so I change from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Persia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to Dali. The &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Kingdom&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Dali&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; is located around the southern part of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. It reins around 937 to 1257 AD. Why Dali? Well, it is just a random name which I know personally, and maybe it was a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Buddhist&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Kingdom&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and so on. Well, what I am trying to do is not changing the timeline thru supernatural method, I just wanna accept my destiny while my evil side is rising.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I once met a girl I really, really liked when I was in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. She was from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Suzhou&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and 3 years my junior. She lived in the same flat with me. Let’s call her YY. We lived in the same flat for 5 month. In between, I develop feelings for her. I began to forget my main objective in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. All I think is having fun, how to please her, how to interact with her, and taking care of her. I began to really into cooking after I met her. Although I know a few skills before I arrived, but my passion for cooking is because of her. Most of the time, I will cook her dinner, or desert, or lunch. Since she speaks mandarin all the time, which is an obstacle for me since I dun really speak mandarin, I learn. I brought a book on learning mandarin, well it was a basic book which teaches basic language. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In a few weeks time, my mandarin improve dramatically by chatting with her, watching mandarin movie, learn from the book, asking friends, interacting, and etc. Life was very beautiful for me during that moment. Although I have not reach bf-gf kinda relationship, but I am happy and finding ways to reach there. Half way thru there, problem arises. Interacting with her is a little dull. We do not really have topic in common. She dun elaborate much as well. Sometimes, when she speaks fast enough, I lost track. Asking her to explain, sickening her. Although I am patience with it, but I think she is not. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day by day pass by, I really have nothing to talk to her. It was all routine chat like “Have you eaten?”, “Going where?”, “Slept?”, and etc. Nothings new. My evil began to rise. The evil side starts to demotivate me by telling me that I am NOT the One. All sorts of demotivating scenario are displayed into my mind. I had once decided to stop everything. Not because I hate her or anything, just that I afraid I will lose it when I am face with failure. I once stop seeing her for 3 to 4 days. I went to sleep at my friends place. Normally I will sms her to ask how she is doing when I was working, but I ceased it. For 4 days, I finally gave up and smsed her if she want me to buy any dinner for her. We end up having dinner together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; month, I finally build up the courage to tell her that I loved her. But I was rejected with silent. It was very awkward. Some of my friends, which are her friends as well, helped me from behind. But YY told them that I was not the One. The message was delivered thru my friends. The most heartbroken word was, “Although I have no bf, I won’t take him as my bf”. The interpretation on my evil mind said “Get real dawg, you are the worse, stop dreaming dawg”. I was totally down. During the down times, my evil mind helped me by encouraging me do find a way to release the tension, and I did it. Luckily, I still get my honours degree. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; month, I moved. Not because of her but my contract ended. For me, it was a better way to escape. I lost contact with her for almost 4 months. From that point on, my evil side began to manifest me. I stopped treating people extremely good. I lost my passion for cooking, as well as photographing which I develop when I met YY. There was also an incident where I lost my trust to a good friend. I have trusted him, but he betrayed me and used me like a tool. From this point on, my interaction began to be insincere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Any new people or old friends I met, I won’t be fully truthful to them, or maybe even manipulate them unconsciously. There was no guilt within me. But luckily anything I do wasn’t really serious where I have to thank Buddha for watching me. I met someone, I finally seen something different. I began to feel guilt on the action I did. It was fate that I have to meet WW, who let me experience something I have never experience by in my life. It was WW who let me to rediscover myself. The evil within begin to suppressed itself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have to thank to WW and all others who have helped me to suppress my evil, either consciously or unconsciously. I also need to apologize to anyone who I have ill treated consciously or unconsciously. Although this evil is suppress, but it had change me. While writing this, I felt that I am…nah, nvm, it is better that something is left untold. Thank You for reading.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-115800776405941810?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115800776405941810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=115800776405941810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115800776405941810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115800776405941810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/09/prince-of-dali-evil-within.html' title='Prince of Dali: The Evil Within'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-115574134723162571</id><published>2006-08-16T16:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T16:15:47.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Talent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;I'm a Talent!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tomorrowland.us/tlm/aviator-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tomorrowland.us/tlm/tori.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're a risk-taker, and you follow your passions. You're determined to take on the world and succeed on your own terms.  Whether in the arts, science, engineering, business, or politics, you fearlessly express your own vision of the world.  You're not afraid of a fight, and you're not afraid to bet your future on your own abilities.  If you find a job boring or stifling, you're already preparing your resume.  You believe in doing what you love, and you're not willing to settle for an ordinary life.&lt;p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Talent: 54%&lt;br /&gt;Lifer: 51%&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin: 46%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.tomorrowland.us/tlm"&gt;Talent, Lifer, or Mandarin&lt;/a&gt; quiz.&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-115574134723162571?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115574134723162571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=115574134723162571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115574134723162571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115574134723162571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-talent.html' title='I am a Talent!'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-115120135393536344</id><published>2006-06-25T03:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T03:09:13.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2K6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been looooong time I did not update my blog. Well, let summarize the event of early June&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During June, it was like a party life. Went to clubs almost every night and came back in the morning. Drink drunk drink drunk was the life. Never really enjoy my life so crazy like this. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The whole first week apart from working on Thursday till Sat, Tues – Thursday night was all clubs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The following week, I catch cold. Maybe from Patricia where she offer me to drink her ice lemon tea. On the next day, got sore throat. Then flu with fever. Still working on Thursday to Sat thou. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; week, I called McD and told them I am not feeling well and wanted to take 2 days off from Tues to Thurs. Work on Friday and today. Hahaha, lazy me. Now updated blog jor. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-115120135393536344?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115120135393536344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=115120135393536344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115120135393536344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/115120135393536344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-2k6.html' title='June 2K6'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-114807844898590150</id><published>2006-05-19T23:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:55:01.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, kena tagged by Sengko. Lately got nothing to write…so nevermind la…consider and update also.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Vincent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Joe,      Ah Joe, Joe Yew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Joey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Whole      physical&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Whole      physical&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Whole      physical =p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Fat      layer on the abs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Fat      layer on other parts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Not      tall enough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;¾ Chinese      + ¼ Siamese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;SECRET&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;SECRET&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T STAND:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Stupid      people who never learn…you no need to be creative…at least you know how to      imitate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;People      who tell you to follow the rule while they themselves broke it. Also apply      to those who ask you to do something which they themselves don’t dare to      do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;This      one is too much…if I say I sure I will hurt those people. Just wanna say      work you way first before give out to the higher power.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Love’s      one in trouble&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Me      myself in trouble&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Ghost      movie, shit…I keep imagining myself in the movie when I experience      something similar to the movie scene.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SHOWS:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Stargate      SG-1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Stargate      Atlantis &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Women      on the Run (TVB show)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE JAPANESE ANIMES:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Naruto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Rurouni      Kenshin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Samurai      Champloo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THREE OF YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONGS:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sting      - Desert Rose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Savage      Garden – Truly Madly Deeply&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;James      Blunt – You’re Beautiful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THREE MOVIES YOU CAN WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Hitch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Bad      Boys II&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I,      Robot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THREE MOVIES YOU WOULD LIKE TO WATCH:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Da      Vinci Code&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Ocean      13&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;X-Men      III: The Last Stand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Mental      activity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Eating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sleeping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;pants      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;briefs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;sleeveless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Commitment      a.k.a Love me like crazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Understanding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;SEX –      At least I am honest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE GENDER THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Wearing      glasses – I dunno, every time I fancy with is usually wearing glass, as my      friend have observes…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Cute      Cute Dei or Beautiful – Either she is cute or beautiful, I know I am picky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;3D      voice – Not 3 Dimension, but DDD, Deh Deh Dei voice. Those manja-manja      type of voice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;HREE BAD HABITS:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Procrastinate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Spending      too much time in front of the PC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Spendthrift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Watching movie&lt;br /&gt;2. Martial art training – any sort will do. Although I have not attend both Kendo &amp; Capoeira class for ages&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Return HOME!! – Homesick jor…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Buy 3 cars – BMW 3 Series for formal event, Nissan Skyline GTR for informal and Satria GTi for cover up =p&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a gf =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING OR CURRENTLY PURSUING:&lt;br /&gt;1. Network Engineer/Administrator&lt;br /&gt;2. Business Owner&lt;br /&gt;3. Military Career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON A VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. HK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KIDS' NAMES YOU LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;1. I will have my father to give the Chinese name and I &amp;amp; wife give the English name&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Same&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Nah, I just plan to have 2 kids. First girl then boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Meet Will Smith – Thank you, you gave me inspiration&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a gf&lt;br /&gt;3. Experiencing romantic stuff with gf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GUY: (OR GIRL)&lt;br /&gt;1. I scan pretty girls&lt;br /&gt;2. I flirt with girls…not guys&lt;br /&gt;3. I love women’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INITIALS OF THREE CRUSHES:&lt;br /&gt;1. TR&lt;br /&gt;2. SS&lt;br /&gt;3. SW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE YOU TAG TO DO THE SURVEY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Samnosuke, my bro, if you reading this&lt;br /&gt;2. Ryan Mak –If your blog still alive&lt;br /&gt;3. Micyuki – If you wanna do it =p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-114807844898590150?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114807844898590150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=114807844898590150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114807844898590150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114807844898590150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/05/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-114653748772952439</id><published>2006-05-02T03:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T03:38:07.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint Balling Event</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday 30th May, McDonald sponsored the crew member a game of paint balling. I cycled from my home in Fenham to McD in city centre at 8.30am. I wait for the other crew in McD staff room. The one who participate will have to be in McD by 9am and we will be leaving by 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought a sandwich and a bottle of soft drink from a shop before we go. There is around 20++ crew who went for paint balling. 5 of the crew member volunteer to drive us to the place. I forgot the name of the place but it is just 16 miles from Newcastle. I and Kamal sat on Vicky car. She drove a small Nissan car which I couldn’t identify the model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us 20 minute travel from Newcastle. When we arrived, we were issued a camouflage suit, a strap for you to hold the paint pellet tank (up to 4 tanks), a protective mask and hood. Then, the marshal briefs us how the game is like, the rules and safety issues. For those who dunno what is paint balling, it is a war game where you are issued a gas powered gun which fires paint pellets. There are rules and safety which player needs to follow. The protective mask has to be worn all time in the war zone. If the pellet hit the face area or worse, eye which will cause serious injury which probably lead to blindness. The mask can only be removed in a designated safe zone. We are only allowed to shoot at any of the body area except the face and private part. We are only allowed to shoot someone who is at a safe distance of 8 meters, if one got shot at less then 8 meter distance, it will cause serious injury. If one is hit, they must raise their hand and said “surrender, I am hit, I am dead or anything which will indicate that you are neutralize from the game”. Neutralize player cannot attack or be attacked, and have to move out from the war zone to the safe zone. Any shot in the body or gun will be count as neutralized. Headshot or the pellet bounce off from the body, where it did not burst on impact (happen sometimes) will NOT be count as legal shot. No guns in safe zone. Mask can only be removed or adjust in safe zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting was a jungle like environment. When we get into the war zone, we are issued the paint gun. The marshal brief us how to use the gun. Basic stuff like where to aim, safety locks, triggers, pellet hoppers and safety on using the gun. During that time, we are already wearing the mask since we are already in the war zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game will give the player 100 pellets. I brought an extra tank which holds 100 pellets inside, which makes up 200 pellets I am having. The gun can be loaded 200 pellet max but it was not advisable because it might jam the gun. Several of my McD managers brought 3 tanks extra. I was thinking “what are those crazy people thinking…” A tank cost 7 pounds btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the game starts, we divide our self into 2 groups, blue and red team. I was in blue team. Then we are to choose a commander and lieutenant commander. I wanted to be one because most of my fiction I am a commander =p. But I think I will pass it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first game was to eliminate the opposing force. The marshal brings us to the starting point and explains the game. We will need to eliminate all of the opposing force in certain amount of time. The marshal blow the whistle once to indicate the game has begun. I was walking calmly into the opposing force starting point. Until I heard the sound of the paint gun which is quite loud, I ran backward to look for cover. My team mate also does the same. I ran downhill and go into prone position. I fired to anyone I see. My vision is affected by the mask. I couldn’t really see where they are, only heard noise and stuff. I was in the prone position. Then I saw someone, I fired. They fire back and it hit the ground near me. That time I was afraid to be hit and I quickly descend down for cover. Our team lost the first round because we loss more people compared to red team. I didn’t have a kill nor killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second game is where our team is to guard a flag. We can only move in a certain area. I position myself near the tree in prone position. Our base was on uphill. The OF (opposing force) need to walk uphill to reach us. We won the game because they didn’t manage to get into our base. Still, I have no kill. The third game is vice versa. I think it is hard to get into the uphill base. There are 3 routes into the base. I took the middle route. I intend to provide cover fire. I was shot for the first time in the head. Wow, I was shocked but not realty that painful. I continue because headshot is not count, but people can choose to surrender if they couldn’t take the pain ;) .Then I tried to walk up into the base, I asked Kath, a McD crew to cover me while I walk up. She fired, then I ran to the nearest cover, but I was shot at the back before I could reach. Ouch…pain. But the pain wasn’t really horrible. I raise my hand and surrendered. I walked back to the safe zone which is a hut which is protected with safety net. We almost won the game when John, a McD manager almost got the flag. But he was shot =p. Ok, 1 for Blue and 2 for Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth game is called hug the tank. The attacking team needs to be in the tank area within 5 meter until the game is end. While the defending team need to defend the tank from the OF. This time I got a kill. I was going from behind. I flank them. One of them didn’t notice I was at his side. I shot him. It was nice to shoot people =p. But I was killed in the fourth game as well. My manager Gary was hiding behind a truck. I was busy shooting someone next to a tree. The pellet misses because it couldn’t really travel very far. I think the maximum effective range was 15-20meter max. Then the pellet will loss it velocity and drop onto the ground. The pellet accuracy is also affected by wind. It went side way abit when I fire someone near the tree. So, I tried to get nearer. I shot the tree a few times so that he will hide behind it. So I took this chance to move nearer. But I didn’t notice Gary was hiding behind a nearby truck and he shot me….darn. But we won on this game because we manage to stay in the tank area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth game is where we need to capture the flag in the center and bring the flag and touch a tree in the opposing force base. The area of game was small. The game begins with all of us shooting each other. I manage to get another kill =p. The game ended when me eliminate all the OF. Then one of our member ran to get the flag and touch the tree, we won again. Blue 4 and Red 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The six games are where we need find 3 special boxes hidden in the jungle. Which team manages to get the most boxes within time will win. This game was bad for us. We decide to split into 3 team to locate the box. Team A will immediately eliminated when the game begin. My team was the second to be eliminated. When we were walking in the trees, we fired from unknown location. We took cover. I saw then and fired back. But it seems my area was not a good cover where I was able be flanked. They shoot me at every position. I was so afraid to be shot, so I decided to ran out from my hiding place and go retreat, even thought most of the shot was hitting else where. Bad decision. I kena shot by the time I was running back. I got hit at the back. When I went back to the safety zone, I saw my team A. They said they were Eed(eliminated) early. Within 5 min, all my team was Eed. There was only 1 red member were Eed. John told me it was a massacre, I laughed. We loss. Red 4, Blue 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seventh game is to blow the tank for attacking force. While defender, as said, defend. We are given 1 smoke grenade as a bomb. When ignite near the tank area is consider win. I got a few kills. And we won. Red 4, Blue 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eight game it is the same. I got a kill as well ;). I hid under the truck. I didn’t shoot because I don’t want to give my position away. I camp until someone walk into my area of fire. And Ajay, a McD crew just run in and didn’t notice me. I shot him =p. But he cheated and demands me to surrender. I was like, shit this cheater, I have no choice but to surrender…but I was saved when Richard, a McD manager fired him because Ajay also didn’t notice he was in the truck. Haha. Still we loss because they manage to blown the tank. Red 5, Blue 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ninth game is where we need to get 2 flags from the river and back to the base. I asked Scott, a McD crew, to join me. I planned to ambush them when the OF getting the flag back to their base. Since their base is just on the opposite side of the river. I manage to get kills. But it seems my team was Eed, so only left me and Scott. Scott also got kills. But he was Eed when he was flanked. I also got flanked. I decided to run out from my cover and kill Kelvin which is downhill. He shot me in the head, back and my arm. I surrendered. We lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the marshal asked if anyone is having any pellets left and who is still wanted to play the last game. Actually, during the each game, we will go back to the safe zone to have a 10 – 20 minute rest. That time, we can buy pellet if we are running out. Well, half of us are really exhausted. But I am still on. The last game is Free for All. You can kill anyone u sees. Kelvin was the main target because he cheated a few times by raising his hand to surrender, then still on killing spree, then raise his hand when people wanted to shoot him. He was so arrogant (well jokingly ofcoz =p.) he took of the camouflage suit so that he can  be the easy spot target. We all have a pact behind that we will Eed him first =p. Even the marshal join the game just to Eed Kelvin =p for our sake. The game begins. Kelvin ran into the bushes. He was shot but still not surrendering. A marshal, shot his crotch( he claim it was an accident =p). Kelvin lie down and raise his hand to surrender while the other hand holding his crotch. We all still shoot him merciless. Hahaha. I shot him at the butt a few times.Hahaha( I kept laughing when I am typing this part). The marshal shouted us to stop firing him. Still I continue. Then he raise his voice and we stopped.Haha… poor Kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent about 21 pound for 300 pellet. I think the other freak like Gary spent more then that. I think he was having 1000++ pellets. A few of them also did the same. It was a nice day out. I will definitely going for second round, even not sponsored by McD =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my whole body aches. Even I do exercise most of the time, this game is very extreme. I got a tiny lump at my head coz I was shot twice. Tired and injured =p.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-114653748772952439?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114653748772952439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=114653748772952439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114653748772952439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114653748772952439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/05/paint-balling-event.html' title='Paint Balling Event'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-114593679671165649</id><published>2006-04-25T04:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T04:46:36.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming: Secret Plan Revealed</title><content type='html'>This chapter will reveal some information regarding my homecoming. It will also reveal my secret plan which I have been hiding from some of you =p. And now, I will reveal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: Hi Vincent, welcome back to another interview on your homecoming ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Thankz Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: Well, let cut to the chase. On the last interview, you said something about a plan, what was the plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Haha, I’ve been telling most of my friend that I have a secret plan. Some of my heng taiz even think I am planning to jump plane and those crazy stuff =p. But actually, that plan wasn’t really any surprise. I am planning to do my masters in Northumbria University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: What??? Masters???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Yea. I have applied for MSc Computer Network Technology and my application have been accepted by the university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: Oh…this was the secret plan. Why didn’t you reveal it on the last interview?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Haha, well I was afraid my application will b e rejected. That’s why I don’t want to reveal it until I got accepted =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: Oh, ok. Can you tell me the length of the course and the start end date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: The course will commence on 18th September 2006 and end by September 2007. The graduation ceremony will be on December 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: Hmm, why you decide to do masters anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: For the first question, it is quite easy. I am not really ready for the job market yet. I dun really wanted to find IT jobs after my degree. Actually, I like studying. I mean the life of a student. No stress. I really enjoy the life as a student. Can go travel, do part-time job, have fun =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: You little joker =p. Can you tell me the nature of the course? Why pick this course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Hmm, among the entire course they are offering, I think this is the course which suits me. I prefer to do practical activity rather then theory and programming. I have interest in networking field as well. During my bachelors, I have studied Applied Computer Network, it is all about network, and most of the activity is practical stuff. You are thought to troubleshoot and configure and a little bit of programming using C for the wireless device. As for this course, I was told most of the subject will be practical stuff which made me interested. We also have a networking lab where it is full of routers, switch, modems and all those networking equipment for student to do practical exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: I see. So, have you decide when you are coming back to Malaysia? I remember you told me it was on this year Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: I think the answer I will be giving is abit disappointing. I am not coming back on December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: WHY??? You promised….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: I am sorry Joe. The reason is, when I am doing my MSc, after Christmas holiday is over, my examination and assignment submission will be next. I think I will need time to do my revision and assignments during holiday. So, I’ve decided that I will not, and I repeat, will not coming back on Christmas 2006. I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: Then you don’t you come back now? Since you are still on holiday. Come back a while ler, we miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Sorry Joe. I really can’t tell. The airline ticket is too expensive for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: Then, when you are coming back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Well, I really don’t know. But I can confirm that I am not coming back on Christmas 2006 and Summer 2007. The reason is, during summers, I need to do my dissertation. The biggest probability that I will be coming back is around 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: I think people also forgotten about u jor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Haha, no choice ler. I have chosen my life. But…and I say but…I am known as a Joker. Never let your hope down. I might be just in Petaling Jaya now =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: (sweat) So, is the masters also a hoax?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: I can confirm that my masters is NOT a HOAX. Christmas and Summer really cannot come back. But I might be in SS2 Murni Yumcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: I have nothing to say…Thankz anyway Vince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: My pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry my friends. I am doing masters on September. I hope can come back somewhere in the middle to yumcha with ya’ all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-114593679671165649?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114593679671165649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=114593679671165649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114593679671165649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114593679671165649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/04/homecoming-secret-plan-revealed.html' title='Homecoming: Secret Plan Revealed'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-114516098854979982</id><published>2006-04-16T05:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T05:16:28.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weird Dream of Survival Part 3[CONCLUDE]</title><content type='html'>And now, the conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once stayed in an old flat with an old man and her daughter. The old man has some sort of eye disease. Her daughter was a good daughter, she earned enough money for her father to perform an operation on his eye. He is recovered. The memory flashed back where I was in the dining room. I was having my noodle sup. I heard she was crying. She cried everyday after her boy friend called Bao Pei dumped her. I can hear from her room that she always say “I really loved you Bao Pei, but why you have to dumped me”, and all those sad things. I can hear it so clear. Some how I imagined Bao Pei appearance like the character in Hong Kong Young &amp; Dangerous Bao Pei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to her room and knocked the door. I wanted to comfort her. I talk to her in Japanese. I also dunno why I did that. I said “Genki-deska”, means "Are you alright?". She did not answer. I knocked her door again. Still no answer, I went back to the dining room and have my noodle. Then when I went back, she was standing outside of her room, crying. She was wearing a single green stripe white furred jacket, a white long sleeve shirt, blue jeans with a white furred boots. She is really beautiful, somehow, her face look like someone I knew in real life. Her face looked sad and there where tears in her eye and flowed on her face. I asked in Cantonese that are you alright? She did not answer me. But I took her hand and pull her to the dining table. I took a chair and asked her to sit down. She was not responsive, I can see thru her eyes that she is thinking of something. I grab both of her shoulder and make her to sit down. I took a chair and sit down myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: What make a beautiful girl like you cry over a guy?&lt;br /&gt;LANDLORD DAUGHTER: …&lt;br /&gt;ME: Come on, you are still young, there is still a lot of nice guy out there, furthermore, you are not ugly, you are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;LLD: …&lt;br /&gt;ME: Why not take me? (Actually, I am interested on her)&lt;br /&gt;LLD: I loved him, he is all I got. Even though he cheat on me, I don’t care. I know that one day he will come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;ME: I don’t understand. Why loved a jerk like him? Is he your first bf?&lt;br /&gt;LLD: Yes. He thought me things I never knew. He showed me happiness.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Now he is showing you sadness. I know what kind of guy like him. He will just treat you like a backup. When he couldn’t find any girls, he will comeback to you. When he is bored of you, he go find others. Do you think it is really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;LLD: …&lt;br /&gt;ME: You’ve doubt.&lt;br /&gt;LLD: I have a feel that he and me is from the same world.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Same world or not, he is making you sad, he cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;LLD: You won’t understand this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;ME: I really don’t understand you. You are just making your life miserable. It is your choice then. Maybe love really make people become blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flashback ended. I walk to her, telling her that I am Joe Yew. She was surprised, maybe because during that time, I was having a long hair and a bit chubby. Currently I am having a short messy hair with highlight, she couldn’t really recognized me. I took her hand and I told her, let go out of here. She didn’t respond like last time. I think this girl need people to push her only she will do thing. So I just took her hand and ran toward the exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUDE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-114516098854979982?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114516098854979982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=114516098854979982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114516098854979982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114516098854979982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/04/weird-dream-of-survival-part-3conclude.html' title='A Weird Dream of Survival Part 3[CONCLUDE]'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-114502283654726426</id><published>2006-04-14T14:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:57:49.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weird Dream of Survival Part 2</title><content type='html'>Part 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I even have time to think, she took out a handgun and shoot at me. The way she shoots at me is very special. She turns her torso like a windmill and open a few shot. This kind of move is not to be performed by some normal girl. She has to be a highly skilled acrobatic or a yoga practitioner. Because the way she turns her torso is really special. I have never seen people performing it in my life. I manage to dodge the shots. Then somehow I climbed up on the same floor with her. I need to get thru the door behind her in order to escape from this building. But she is guarding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived, her gun was not seen. I dunno where I dumped my G36. But I am holding a Colt handgun. She is now, holding a sword. I din really remember what sword is that. Then in front of her was a samurai sword sticking on top of the ceiling. She took the sword and threw it at me. I grab the sword. I think she wanted to have a sword fight with me. Well, I was trained in the art of Japanese fencing which consists of Kenjutsu, the Art of Sword, Kendo, the Way of Sword, and Iaijutsu, the Art of Sword Drawing, so I think I won’t miss this opportunity to fence with her. I stab my sword on the floor. My right hand is still holding a handgun. I eject the magazine from the handgun. The magazine fell on the floor. Then I proceed emptying the bullet in handgun by sliding the gun. The bullet in the gun was ejected and fell onto the floor. I threw my gun away. To those people who have no knowledge about firearms, magazine is the rectangular shape cartridge which uses to store bullet. Even with the cartridge ejected, there will still be 1 bullet remain in the gun. To eject it, one needs to slide the top part of the gun to eject it. I do that to show that even I got the gun, I still need to put the magazine back in order to use it. I wanted a fair fight with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked to me and forms her stance. I took the sword and form my stance as well. The sword is quite long. I think this is not the usual Samurai sword, the Katana. It is a Masamune. A katana is normally 3”7 long. But a masamune is much longer, it is around 4”7 or maybe 5”2 long. We walked in circle, facing each other. After a while, I begin to strike her head. She tried to strike my arm. My blade landed on her head, just barely touching it. Maybe I just don’t want to hurt her, but she responded by slicing my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts. She jumps backward. She prepared for the next attack. She jumped forward with her sword tip pointing outward, it seems she wanted to end this by stabbing me. I naturally responded by jumping forward and pointing my sword tip forward. She missed, and I missed as well. We both landed on the ground. I decided to put my sword away. I stab it on the ground. I decided to defeat her on bare hand. If I used my sword against her, I think I might killed her on the second strike. I think it is still childish to think follow my principle which I won’t harm a girl. She rush toward me with the sword tip pointing forward. I dodged to the left and moved forward a step. In a quick movement, I grab her right arm and pull it down. Then I used my right hand to strike on her right hand, the nudging motion forced her to drop the sword. Then I proceed by throwing her backward. And then, somehow, I remembered who she was. She was the daughter of my landlord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-114502283654726426?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114502283654726426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=114502283654726426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114502283654726426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114502283654726426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/04/weird-dream-of-survival-part-2.html' title='A Weird Dream of Survival Part 2'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-114502237445627400</id><published>2006-04-14T14:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:46:14.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Minor news</title><content type='html'>These days quite lazy and busy. Got kinda lot of shift these days, so, during off days, I will spend my time in da house watching movie and resting. I also have finished revising the dream I had. I will post it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, remember the plan I told in Homecoming chapter which I tried to execute? I will reveal the plan on next chapter which I still haven’t wrote yet. There will be some big surprise in that chapter…maybe disappointment. Read it to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, I will post the story liao. Until then…see ya :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-114502237445627400?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114502237445627400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=114502237445627400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114502237445627400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114502237445627400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/04/minor-news.html' title='Minor news'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-114305612040012881</id><published>2006-03-22T19:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-22T19:35:20.410Z</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>A lot of my friends have asked me when I will be coming back. So, I decided to have this post specifically to answer some of the question on my homecoming. Today, I will have my good listener Jokaar, who will conduct a series of question about my life in Atlantis(UK) and my homecoming. Although I am preferred to be called as Joey or Joe, I will use Vincent as my common name. While Jokaar wanted to take my name Joe. So, let’s begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: Hi, I am Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Hi Joe, I am Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE:  I presume you know what this interview about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Yea ;). I will try to answer your question as detail as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: Hehe, thankz. I believe a lot of your fans in Malaysia are eager to know when you will be coming back. So, when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Hmm, I think I couldn’t answer this question. This is because I don’t have specific answer for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: It is easy, when your visa gonna be expired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Well, it will be 31st of May 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: Then you should be back before May. Else you gonna be an illegal immigrant in UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Hahaha, well I…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: Wait. I think you should briefly tell when you arrived in UK and how was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Well, I arrived in Newcastle on 23rd of Jan 2005. I took BSc(Honours) Applied Computing in Northumbria University. Actually, the course will be ended by September 2006. It will be just like 9 month course. But when I arrived, they have 2 option, either you take the fast-track 9 month course which skipped summer holiday, or normal 12 month course which include summer holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: What was your decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: At first, decided to finish quick. Because I have to renew my visa, and maybe some other matters I need to do. But later on, I decided to take the normal course. Since I can have holiday in between. Furthermore, I no need to rush things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: I see. By now, you should have been in UK for around 1 year right? Don’t you wanna come back? Don’t you miss Malaysia? Or maybe you dun missed Malaysia, but what about your family? Your heng taiz? Your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Wah, so many Q, how I answer wor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: Apologies. Haha, well back to the Q. Your visa expired on 31st of May 2006. Why not coming back b4 May?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Well, I wanted to attend my graduation ceremony on July. I forgotten the date but it is on July. I think I will be going to Europe, maybe France for a few days before May. Then I will fly back to UK. By this, they will give me a visitor visa which last for 6 month. So, I can stay in UK for 6 month extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: So, will you be coming back after your ceremony on July?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Ermm…I am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: What you mean you are not sure. Your visa expires on May. Your visitor visa cannot be use to work part time. What you gonna do after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Here comes the real problem. I really don’t know. My homecoming is planned by my father, not me. Although people will say I just follow what my father said, but he funded me. I can’t just disobey him. He got a plan for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: Huh? What plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Well, I can’t expose the plan yet. The reason is I don’t want to disappoint myself and other. Well, hard to say but I will tell you the plan when time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: (Sweat)…Then at least, can speculate when you will be stepping on the soil of Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Well, actually I have the speculation. It will be on December 2006. Around Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: You not kidding right…Christmas…I just asked you to speculate, you also no need to say until December gua, during that time, you also have been forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Well, I can tell you this speculation is quite accurate. This year Christmas you might be able to see me walking on the soil of Malaysia. But who knows? I might come back before December or maybe I am hiding in Malaysia right now? Haha. Well, this is all speculation. I really hope I can be back sooner. I miss my family and friends in Malaysia. I also have to fulfill some promises I made to my friends in Malaysia. I hope I can be back sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE: Well, I think I have nothing to ask liao. Thankz Vincent, hope can see you in Malaysia soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT: Thankz Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this interview session will answer some of those questions in your mind. Thankz for reading :p.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-114305612040012881?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114305612040012881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=114305612040012881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114305612040012881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114305612040012881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/03/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-114297154252039578</id><published>2006-03-21T20:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:05:42.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 21st March 2K6</title><content type='html'>Well, the part 2 of this story has to be on hold. The producer has decided that the story is not in E(Everyone) rating. It is something like A(Adult) rating. So, I am forced to cut the story abit short and change some content. Some scene will be deleted for E purpose :p. Haha, nah, the producer is actually me. I think this story is abit ridiculous, I decide not to post the entire detail, but I still have to conclude it. So I think I will delete some scene and rewrite some scene and make it a new imaginative story rather than my dream story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much on Tuesday actually. Just a boring day. By the way, alof of my friend asked me when I will be back from Atlantis. I really dunno. I think I post one topic on “Homecoming” where it tells when I will be back. Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-114297154252039578?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114297154252039578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=114297154252039578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114297154252039578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114297154252039578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/03/tuesday-21st-march-2k6.html' title='Tuesday 21st March 2K6'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-114256444482545122</id><published>2006-03-17T02:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T01:08:22.093Z</updated><title type='text'>A Weird Dream of Survival Part 1</title><content type='html'>This is a dream of mine happen a few days ago. Well, even thought this is a dream, I can't believe I will do such thing. Although in real life I won’t do it, but I disbelieve what happen. Read the story for detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream begin where me and several other people is standing at the edge of a building. Below is a river. We were at 10 meter height from the river. The other was one of my McD managers Gary. He was fooling around by pretending he gonna fall from the edge several times. Before that, 2 other which I have forgotten who they were already fell to the river. I was holding a pillar. There wasn’t any sufficient space for anyone to comfortable stand on. Still Gary is fooling around. He got the key for us to enter back to the building. He must not drop it. Else we gonna be going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary slipped and almost fell. Me and Carly quickly hold his hand preventing him from falling down to the river. She is one of the crewmembers in McD. Still, the grip wasn’t strong enough and he fell. Carly was quick enough to get the key from Gary hand before he fell into the river. Then I dunno where she pulled up a half naked girl corpse. I thought it was Gary hand when she pulls it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we all got into the building. I and some other girl went into the casino. But I forgot who those girls were. I walked around. I saw Lieutenant Aiden Ford. He is one of the characters in Stargate: Atlantis sci-fi series. I also dunno why he is in there. He was wearing full military equipment. He is only armed with a handgun which is in his holster. Somehow, 2 armed guys in military clothes came in. They held Aiden as captive. I also dunno why that is. I went there and took Aiden sidearm and shoot the 2 guys in the head. Each one gets a shot. They die instantly. By the way, that was a SigPro 228 Handgun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell breaks loose after this. A lot of armed guys with military clothing came in from the front entrance and start shooting at us. I grab the gun from the dead guy and start to counter. It was a H&amp;amp;K G36 Rifle. I open fire at them while taking cover. Aiden stand beside the entrance and start shooting as well. Suddenly, there was some other also helping me to shoot the military guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gun fight lasted a while. Then, we manage to finish them off. Even like 30++ people coming in and start shooting around, I was unharmed. I was not injured. I storm out from the entrance and ran out. It was a hallway with red carpet. The surrounding is similar to a 5 star hotel. I ran into a group of people which somehow I know there are smugglers. They wore formal suits. Some are armed. I start to shoot them as well. Then on the other side, is full of people with military dress. Again, somehow, I know there are the mercenaries. The gun fight was me against 2 group of people. I didn’t manage to get them all, I just trying to storm out and save my precious life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived to a hall. It was a huge hall. Like the hall in some hotel. On the second or maybe 3rd floor, well, not very sure, standing a beautiful girl in black. She was wearing some sort of clothes which is like…errmm…like swimming suit. But it was not a swimming suit. Some sort of espionage suit I guess. Somehow, it seems I know who she is. Her face was familiar to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-114256444482545122?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114256444482545122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=114256444482545122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114256444482545122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114256444482545122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/03/weird-dream-of-survival-part-1.html' title='A Weird Dream of Survival Part 1'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-114187309577771715</id><published>2006-03-09T02:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:57:36.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Story about Vincent, Jokaar, and Joe Part II [CONCLUDE]</title><content type='html'>It is strange for people to know I am such person, but I don’t really care. As far as I am concern, if he did not cause any trouble, then it is fine. It was I who unconsciously created Jokaar. I need someone to talk to when I am down, depress, disappointed, sad. But so far, I can’t really find an ideal listener yet. Not to say you all are not a good listener, but not my ideal listener. I am a good listener myself. I can sit there all day long listening your story while I remain passive. I really can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokaar is my ideal listener. Although he sometimes make me look like a fool, but I never care what other people view me. I am a strong believe in my own FREEWILL. As long as I did not interfere with your freewill, I will do what I like. After all, social environment make me to create Jokaar. Maybe some of you think I need to see a psychiatrist, but I can tell you I am fine. As I have said, Jokaar is just a mechanism to assist me when I am DDDS. But lately, I found out that when I am nervous, it will also be active. Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am remember it correctly, he has remain passive since Oct till Dec. Until Dec, as you have read the Resurrection Part 1, he appeared again, more frequently. I think he knows that I need him. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this chapter makes me crazy in your mind. Again, I don’t really care. Read on! :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived to UK, I still greet people with the name Vincent. I fell in loved with Vincent. I am obsesses with Yo-Yo before I arrived in UK. I will play yoyo anywhere in the street, anytime. Then my friend decided to call me Yo-Yo instead of Vincent. Then this Yo-Yo came in place. Well, it is still Vincent, just known as Yo-Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friend in UK also knows about Jokaar. At first, they were shock, felt weird and stuff. But later on, it was just a crazy joking Vincent :p. No one cares liao. So I can freely interact with this friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Uni, the lecturers will call me Joe, since Vincent is not my official name. I told them I am Vincent but they prefer to call me Joe. “Why get another name when you already have one?” said Cliff Brown, my Module Tutor. Fine. Still I prefer Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I worked in McDonalds, I am beginning to let go the name Vincent. There, they will call me Joe. This is because Joe is my official name. Everyone call me Joe. From here, I started to be obsessed with my original name. Joe. What a nice name which I stopped using it for a long time. When I was in Durham, I used the name Joe to book table. I called an ambulance with the name Joe. I called a cab with the name Joe. I told everyone my name is Joe. Only Henry, Adrian, John, Charis, and Eda still call me Vincent. I have told them to call me Joe from now on. Dunno if they can do it or not :p Well nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe, I wanted to install a new personality into Joe. I have forgotten who Joe is. Joe is someone I have really put away when I was known as Vincent. I plan to used Joe as a new me. I will be myself back, a new me, the original me, Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beginning for Joe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Vincent will still be here. Jokaar as well. Just adding a new guy called Joe...or maybe merging Vincent and Jokaar into the original Joe? No one knows including me...perhaps God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-114187309577771715?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114187309577771715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=114187309577771715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114187309577771715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114187309577771715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/03/story-about-vincent-jokaar-and-joe_09.html' title='Story about Vincent, Jokaar, and Joe Part II [CONCLUDE]'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-114187288268085245</id><published>2006-03-09T02:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-12T00:22:05.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Story about Vincent, Jokaar, and Joe Part I</title><content type='html'>My name is Tan Joe Yew. A name given by my father on the day I was born. Well, I am not sure if he comes out this name long ago or what, well, that is not the case. Thus I am called as Ah Joe in Chinese. This name, carries a big hope. It was loosely translated as “Ancestor Pride”. I hope I can be one. Later on, those English educated will call me Joe or Joe Yew. Some even call me Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in form 2, I wanted an English name inform of my surname. I came out Steven, so I can call myself Steven Tan. Then the short form for Steven will be Steve. I liked it. But too bad, some Chinese educated people call it steam…rather then Steve. Furthermore, my uncle is also called Steven. So I dropped this name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During form 3, my friend is taking order on making name tags. I am thinking of putting an English name on it rather than the plain old Tan Joe Yew. This name Vincent came out from my mind. It was from a Final Fantasy character called Vincent Valentine. I try to pronounce it, Vincent Tan…sound nice. So I decided my English name will be Vincent. Still I seldom used it infront of Chinese educated people because they will call it “Wansan” or God of Trouble which is loosely translated. So I will just tell them my name is Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent, this name I have fully utilized it when I went to APIIT. I told all my friends my name is Vincent. Later on, I tried to put my name in this way, Vincent Joe Yew Tan. Then later, Vincent Joe Y. Tan. Then Vincent “Joe” Tan. Joe seems to be my middle name jor. Yew is almost non existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some of my imagination stories, I always associate my name Vincent with this surname MacLeod. I adapt this family name from a movie called Highlander. It was a Scottish name. When I pronounce it, Vincent MacLeod, it sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese people have the habit to add Ah on most of the name they called. So, I am known as Ah Vincent. The name Joe, seems to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokaar, this name, this character, this personality, this fake entity, came out when I was Form 4. It was a fake entity I talk to. This name, maybe adapted from Joker, but indirectly, thus Jokaar. He is friendly, well, not too friendly. Well, who cares, he is me, I am him. Just I am in dominant where he is recessive, that is why you won’t really see him out. It just lived in my mind. A friend which I have no way of destroying it. Well, how can you destroy yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokaar will only appeared in my mind when I am depress. This entity will be alive when I am feeling down, sad, disappointment. I talk to him, he responds. Although it is just a mind game in my head, but it responds. It seems it is a mechanism for me to handle depression. When I was ok, this entity just keeps quiet. But sometimes, I will just talk to him out of boredom. So, physically, I can stay alone by myself, but mentally I need someone to interact to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUE…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-114187288268085245?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114187288268085245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=114187288268085245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114187288268085245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114187288268085245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/03/story-about-vincent-jokaar-and-joe.html' title='Story about Vincent, Jokaar, and Joe Part I'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-114186577799712665</id><published>2006-03-09T00:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T10:51:02.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Mission Durham</title><content type='html'>Mission Durham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up by 8am. Well kinda early for me actually, after been drinking last night from 10pm till 1am. I took a shower and prepare myself. After that, I sat in front of my laptop and surf something while waiting for Adrian to get prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 9pm, Adrian called me to go to find Henry and have breakfast in Cloude Gibb Hall. Hmm…abit too crappy jor. Well I just tell those things I felt important :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Adrian, Henry, Eda, Charis and John walk from CGH to Central Station. We are taking a train to Durham. Durham is just nearby city. I went there before to attend a Kendo ( Japanese Fencing) class held by a Japanese master. It was just 30 minute driving time from Metrocentre. As for the train we took, it takes only around 20 min to reach Durham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, haven’t introduced my friends. Henry and Adrian is a friend from APIIT. I knew Henry first when I was doing my diploma in DH APIIT. Then I knew Adrian in TPM APIIT when I was doing my Level 2 Degree. I knew John 1 year ago in UK. I met him when we were attending Tae Kwan Do class. He is from Hong Kong and doing Engineering course. I knew Charis during September. She is from Hong Kong as well and she is doing Accounting course. I knew Eda after introduced by Charis. She is from Hong Kong as well and doing the same course with Charis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Durham by 10.45am. We walked around the area nearby the train station. Then we went to a church and took some picture. Later we decide to explore the city center and we look for the road sign. Well, Durham isn’t really a big city compared to Newcastle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The specialty of this place is the Cathedral and the Castle. Both of this structure is build next to each other. And the weird thing is, the Cathedral is larger compared to the Castle “=_=. We traveled to the Cathedral, it was really huge. But we did not enter. Well, I also dunno why, hehe. Well none of us here is Christian, maybe that is why no one has the urge to go and look inside. We took some picture from outside. Around 12.45pm, we have completed the mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time, we decide to have Pizza buffet over McDonald. First, Pizza buffet is cheaper compared to McD, second, I have enough of McD, I can have it almost everyday…I work there btw. When we went to Pizza Hut, it seems they dun have place for us to sit. The waitress told me there will be a table maybe around 15 min later. “May I get your name so that I can put you on the waiting list” she said. I told her “Joe”. Then we decide to walk around for 15 min and come back. Adrian asked me why you stop using the name “Vincent” instead of “Joe”. I answered him. But I decide to post my answer on the next update. It seems this name Vincent is almost forgotten, and gonna be replace by Joe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why traveling, we found a Chinese buffet which cost around the same price as the Pizza Buffet. So, we decide to have our lunch there. By 4pm, we left Durham by train. Mission End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-114186577799712665?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114186577799712665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=114186577799712665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114186577799712665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114186577799712665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/03/mission-durham.html' title='Mission Durham'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-114177844002150605</id><published>2006-03-08T00:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:40:40.033Z</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Part 2 [Conclude]</title><content type='html'>Feb 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the conclusion…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OO came back from Suzhou. By this time, I really don’t have the mood to see her anymore. I want to totally forget about her. I have lost it. It is my psychology problem, my ego. I couldn’t face the fact that she might be court by her classmate which lived in the same building. I decide I don’t want to get myself thinking of this sad scenario so I quit away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to take care her hand phone when she went to Suzhou. When she came back a few days later, she messages me to get it back. I didn’t reply, I dunno why. I put all her stuff in Henry place and MSN her to get it from Henry when she is free. She just answered ok. No chatting were initiated by both party. By then I have never initiate any chat with her anymore. She also never initiate the chat after that until now which is March. I dunno why. I just got a feeling that we just ENDED everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the loser who can’t accept the lost. Right now, I just want to live my live happily. Do the things I like to do. I am suxx in courting girls. I guess I am tired of doing that this time around. It always require me to think a lot of stuff. I prefer to rest my mind and enjoy my life. Don’t really consider starting any relationship with girls currently, feel so down after such event. Need time to recompose myself. I have already have a feeling that I might not get her during November, but I just ignore the feeling and proceed. Well, I always like to stick to my motto “One will never know it was trap until one have experience it”. So I decide to proceed. And now I couldn’t yet forgot about the trap I have been step on. END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been calling to some friends in Malaysia lately. Chatting :p. Well, my phone got almost endless credit, and I always called my Mom, Dad, and lil’ bros first before I called my friends, so my frens, no need to worry about my bills and ask me to call my family coz I have done it :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Durham with Henry, Adrian, Charis, Eda, and John. Hmm, I will post this next time in full story :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I thought I can just maintain friends, but it seems I couldn’t. Me not gentleman…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-114177844002150605?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114177844002150605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=114177844002150605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114177844002150605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114177844002150605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/03/resurrection-part-2-conclude.html' title='Resurrection Part 2 [Conclude]'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-114160548579145875</id><published>2006-03-06T00:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:38:05.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Part 1</title><content type='html'>Well, I was just about talking about making my blog look alive. And it died right after that...for atleast 5 month. Almost half a year. Now I decide to revive it again since I have finished my bachelor degree. Still, I need to go to work part time, so dun expects any miracle happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past month…hmm a lot of things happen. Some happy, some unhappy, some neutral. Well, this is life. Let just summarize what happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween party in Northumbria Student Union party. Have kinda fun. Some unhappy things began to happen. But I was just being ignorant. Conclude :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost the end of my studies. But still procrastinating. I blame no one but myself. Still blaming won’t help if I still don’t stop procrastinating. Learned a few new things. Still loved cooking dinner. The motivation was there. I hoped it last long. But well, I think I am not good to make it happen…hmm hahaha, no details actually :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All classes have fully attended. No more class. Now is project time and assignment time. I express my feelings to this OO, a cute girl lived next to me. No answer. But as far as I can see, the answer is most probably rejection. But I think she just don’t want to do that because it might hurt me and I just stay next to her. Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Edinburgh, Scotland with my friends. Attendance were, Henry, Me, Adrian, Charis, John, Gigi, OO, Stella and Henry’s cousins and fren from Sunderland. A group of 20 people. We stayed there for 4 days. Quite fun actually. Edinburgh city is a very beautiful. I don’t know how to express it but when you stand on the ground of Edinburgh, you feel like you are in an ancient city of Scotland. The feel is very different compared to Newcastle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the answer from my frens regarding OO. It seems I really anticipated the answer. It was the cruelest answer I got. Although it wasn’t coming out from her mouth, but she won’t consider me even she has no bf. I feel so down. I was still in Edinburgh. I couldn’t receive such answer. It was worse then rejection. I know some people even experience something awful then my situation, but still, I feel very down. On the last day in Edinburgh, in the morning, I have no mood to follow anyone to anywhere. Henry and Adrian understand my situation, thankz them. They wanted to accompany me to walk around the Edinburgh city. I told them I will be there in a minute. I asked them to go by themselves first and I will catch up. But they insist I have to go with them. So, without their knowing, I changed my pajamas and just went out without telling them. I wanted to be alone for sometime. I traveled the city alone. SMSed them that I wanted to clear my mind for a while.&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, I finally calmed down and try to find them. And I found them. Walk with them and have dinner. During supper, I finally realize that I shouldn’t take this too seriously and forget about it. I am fine by then. Went back to Newcastle by tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was snowing by day after tomorrow. Played snow with Gigi, Henry, Adrian and OO. Then they planed to go to Burberry Factory Outlet. Hmm, I forgot the story…so I just conclude December :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year. I still have 16 days away from my project and exam. Rushing hour. Still harbor feeling for OO even I didn’t got an answer from her mouth. I just being stupid and still hope something might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project submitted. Thanks to Shan Shang and Ewilly for their prayers and spiritual support. Thanks to Sai Seng for your support in my project. Thankz to Steven Spielberg Wong for your support in my project as well. Thankz to Michael Lee for your support in my project also :p. Thankz to Michelle for your good luck wished ;). Thankz to OO for video recording your own self cheering for me. Thankz to all others who contributed to my project. Love ya all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent OO to airport where she will return to Suzhou for Chinese New Year for 3 weeks. After that I went back  and preparing to move my stuff to new house. My contract will be end by tomorrow. Packed all my stuff for around 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unloading my stuff in my new house. Cheaper then the one in Uni. But my room is the smallest, so I negotiate to pay less then others. And I succeeded. Tomorrow morning, I went to London with Henry and Adrian. It is a 4 days trip as well. London, a city which is totally different then Newcastle. People are a lot busier, more “lansi”. Newcastle people are more of like procrastinators. I noticed London women are a lot slim and fit compared to Newcastle. Maybe because of their rushy lifestyle. In Newcastle, you can see a lot of FAT women who like to show of their spare tires by wearing tank tops. I know I am being sarcastic :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate in London Chinatown every night. Cheaper compared to Newcastle Chinatown, maybe because they have too many restaurants to compete, that’s why. Then by the 5th day, we travel to Portsmouth to look for Henry sister Gigi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in Gigi house for 2 days. Went to Nike Factory Outlet. Those Nike really cheap, and I say REALLY cheap. Buy a winter jacket, a tracksuit, and a pair of shoe. Celebrate Chinese New Year in Gigi house by having steamboat :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi, Emily, and Jessica, thanks for your hospitality ;). We went back to Newcastle. Prepared for my project presentation. Presented, now waiting for result. Please bless me with good result. Now, most of the time, I am working in McDonald. I am a kitchen crew. Actually I skipped some of this story. I worked here since Oct. I make McChicken Sandwich, McChicken BBQ, McChicken Premier, 4,6,9,20 Chicken Nuggets, Filet-O-Fish, Fish Fingers, Big Mac, McHamburger, McBacon Cheeseburger, McCheeseburger, McDouble Cheeseburger, McQuater Pounder, McDouble Quarter Pounder, McBacon Quarter Pounder, Deli Chili Chicken, Deli Beef, Deli Chicken Salad, Deli Tikka, Deli Vegi Melt, Deli Ham and Pepperoni, Deli Ham and Cheese, Regular Fries, Medium Fries, Large Fries…phew, actually 99% of the McDonald kitchen orders are already fully understood. Why I didn’t work in the cashier area? I well my math is 1+1=11, so I think I dun wan to bankrupt McDonald crew name Joe’s bank account. Kitchen area is much more fun then you think :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work like hell to get money for my living and rent. Overspent liao. I suxx in managing finance…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is my blog, I decide to write it casually. Hope you can understand my writings: p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-114160548579145875?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114160548579145875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=114160548579145875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114160548579145875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/114160548579145875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/03/resurrection-part-1.html' title='Resurrection Part 1'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-112959541590589132</id><published>2005-10-18T01:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T01:30:15.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to make my blog look alive.</title><content type='html'>It has been almost a month I never updated my blog. Lazy me. Well, as the title have suggested, just here to make my blog look alive. So far, I keep hanging out with Henry and Adrian together with some new found friends. There are Charis (HK), Stella (MY), John (HK), Sky (HK), Tina (CHI) and Tina (US).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the regular gang is only me, Henry, Adrian, Stella and Charis. We mostly go gym together and hang out in Henry room together. He just got himself a new expensive Philip speaker which cost him around 70 pound. The previous speaker he brought was some unbranded speaker which cost him for 50 pound. Well, we exploit the customer refund policy and returned the lauya speaker back to the shop for full refund. It is very easy, I just tell them I want a refund, and they asked me why, I just answered, the bass is not up to standard, but I guess she doesn’t know what is a bass so she just answered me “You are just not satisfied?” and she immediately gave Henry a full refund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days later, I also refund back a t-shirt I brought from Topshop. It was brought a month ago, but after wearing it for a month, the color and design look abit girlish, and I got some comment from friend as well. So I decided to go back there and get my refund. The receipt stated that I can refund or exchange my UNWORN item within 1 month of purchase. But I have already worn it for a few times…still I got my refund and brought another shirt :p. They just take my shirt and ask me what is the problem. I just answered “I just don’t like it”. Simple and straight forward reason. They also won’t ask much and immediately refund me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as for the progress with the Taiwanese girl. I just can say that I have failed. Not really decided to post the full story here, but if ya wanna “kepoh”(gossip) abit, you can message me in MSN :p. Got 2 new flatmate just move into my flat. 1 just stayed next to my room. She is a china girl from suzhou. Very cute cute dei, my cup of tea  :p. The other is a girl from Beijing. For me and Henry, we both agree she is a chun girl. But I dunno if other might think otherwise :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if there is any new thing, I will try to update as frequent as possible: p.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-112959541590589132?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112959541590589132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=112959541590589132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/112959541590589132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/112959541590589132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-to-make-my-blog-look-alive.html' title='Just to make my blog look alive.'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-112614891762027984</id><published>2005-09-08T04:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T04:08:37.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Victim of NGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vincent and his “Nice Guy Syndrome”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – It all begins here&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At time around 2pm, I went down to basement to collect my bicycle. I plan to go JobCenterPlus to find other jobs since this kebab shop pay and shift abit suxx. When I was about to cycle out from the basement, 2 chinese girls walking to my opposite direction. Then one of them suddenly came to me and asked me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Taiwanese Girl: Where you got the bicycle?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince:&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Well, do you know where Bykers?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;TG: No.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: Erm..Morrisons?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;TG: Yea.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: Ok, Morrisons will be at your left right, you go straight, keep on going, you will see the bicycle shop at your right.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;TG: Erm…not very sure, can you bring me to there? Will that be a problem?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: (What bring you to the shop? Why not wahahahaha). Err..sure..emm…when you are free?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;TG: I am having holiday right now, but am I bothering you?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: Nah, it alright.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;TG: Here, I give you my number.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I gave her my phone and she begins to key in her number, from her expression, she seems to be not able to remember her number. Her friends left her a while ago when I was giving direction. She was trying to remember it and finally asked me to verify if it is correct. I counted if there is 11 numbers, I guess it should be correct…Then she asked how much is the bicycle and did I get the lock for free. I said I bargain it till I got a free lock. She asked me if I can bargain for her because she told me she is shy to do so. Then I told her I will sms her about the time and stuff. She said ok when we both parted. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From here, I keep thinking about her and lost my concentration on finding jobs as well. I know, I suxx…Then when I came back, I smsed her and said tomorrow we go at 1pm. But there were no reply…I keep on waiting. Then my phone rang, but I was disappointed it was not her…suxx…Later, an sms received…but not her…suxx…I didn’t call her because it will shows that I am desperate.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday 27&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – It really begins&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still haven’t sleep around 3am. Not becoz of the girl but I just like to be a “night ghost”. My friend came back around 4am after work. We have some supper until 5am. Suddenly I wanted to write down one of my imaginative story and post it on my blog. Well, this is not related to that girl as well, I can assure you :p. Just suddenly I wanted to feel my main character feelings witnessing&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;her lover were killed by his lover. I know it is abit sadistic but I can’t help it. Again, this is not related at all. Furthermore, my journey in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; which I called it Atlantis is also a story :p. I finished my story around 8am and I went to sleep. Around 9.45, I got a call. I woke up and pick the phone. But too bad, the phone went dead because it was low on battery. I thought it was called by Costa employment because the screen was displaying numbers, not the Taiwanese Girl name. I on my phone again and the number appeared again. When I answered, it went dead again. So, I went to borrow a charger from my friend. His door was not locked properly so I can just go in. He was sleeping but I am desperate for the job. They pay 5.5 pound for hour on day shift and 7 pound for night shift. When I was standing in front of my frens, he woke up and asked what I want. I told him I need a charger and he point to the desk where he keep it. I took it, thanked him and leaved. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I charged my phone for a few minute and on it again. I look for the last call. But 3350 system is kinda obsolete where it couldn’t register the last call before it went dead. So, no choice, I thought I have lost the job. I went back to sleep. Later around 10am, I got a sms. It was a voice mail. I listened the content. I was surprise it was from Yun(TG). She said her mobile phone have no credit and asked if I can give her a call. I was hesitating if I should call her(shy ma…). Still I give her a call. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: Hi, Vincent here. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: Hi Vincent, how are you? Sorry my phone is out of credit…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: It alright, I thought you gave me the wrong number :p. Where are you now?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: I am currently in the bicycle shop. There is a lot of bicycle here. I dun know which one to buy.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: Oh, you found the shop already. Well, you need any help?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: I think I will be fine. Thank you. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: Alright then...bye…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: Bye.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went back to sleep. But I couldn’t sleep anymore…thinking about her jor…kena poison jor…I gave her a call again to check out on her.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: Hi, Vincent here.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: Hi Vincent.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: How? Got the bicycle?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: Yea. They ask me to come at 1pm to collect the bike.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: Oh, you got the lock?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: Well they included it for me, they are so nice.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: So nice, I needed to bargain with them only I could get the lock. So, you are walking home with your friend?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: Nope, I walk all the way here alone. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: Alone? What about your friend?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: I don’t have friends here. The one you saw yesterday are preparing for &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; trip. Now I am going to Morrisons, do you wanna come to Morrisons?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: (What the hell? She is all alone? Of coz go la…wait for God to tell me meh?) Ok, I also need to resupply my food.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: Ok meet you there around 5 minutes. Bye&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: Bye…(5 Min???Is she nuts or something…nah, can’t care much)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I rush to the kitchen and boil some water. Then I take a quick shower, but clean one :p. Then change my cloths, and took a pack of 3 in 1 coffee and mix it. After I finish consuming my coffee, I rush to the basement and get my bike. Cycle as fast as I can to Morrisons. The motivation to be with her is so high until I dun feel sleepy after just sleeping for 1 hour. When I reach there, I saw her with the cart. She wore pink sweater sort of cloth and a blue jeans with sandals and a hat which I dunno the proper name( some girlish hat…). We walk around the store, she mostly brought vegetable and fruits. No meat products were seen. We have some conversation while shopping. After we have checkout, she asked me how to get a bus home. I didn’t know because I seldom take bus. She asked the bus driver and finally she got one which will drop her at &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Stoddart Street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt;. I told her that I will cycle back and wait her at the Stephenson building entrance. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I waited around 15 min, but she still haven’t arrived. Then I saw her walking all the way from the opposite road. I go there and help her to carry some stuff. I asked why the bus did not came to the building entrance. Well, it seems the bus driver misunderstood where she wanted to stop and that particular bus she took did not stop at &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Stoddart street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt;. She was upset because the bus driver said her English was not understandable. Well, kinda scary when she is upset...I tried to cheer her up and help her to bring the stuff to her flat.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She asked me why they don’t straight away give the bicycle to her and have to wait till 1pm to collect it. I explained to her that they need to assemble it and the bicycle you saw is a display sample. Then she asked me again if I know any bus will go to Byker. I didn’t know and I offered her to cycle my bike to Byker. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: Hmm, If I cycle your bike to Byker, and I will need to cycle 2 bike back to Stephenson?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: Nah, I follow you. You cycle it and I will walk there.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: You going to walk there? It is very far…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: Nah, not really that far.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: I think I can cycle my bike while holding you bike back to Stephenson.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince:…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: What? You doubt my ability?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: You need a lot of balance to do that.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: I learn ballet in my country, my balancing is fine.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince:… Still, you are holding a bike while cycling your…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: I can do it.(Kinda stubborn…)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: Ok ok. I guess you better go at 2pm. If you go early, and they haven’t finish assembling it, you might need to wait.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: Good idea. Then we meet at 2pm&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: Alright.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got her msn while going back to my flat. At 2pm I called her and walked down to the entrance. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: You go first, I will follow you.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: I guess you might be getting your bike when I was half way back :p&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: Haha, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When she starts to cycle, I jog to Byker. I know a little short cut to reach Byker, well not that short but just a little nearer, but you have to go thru some forest-like park. I dunno how long I have jog, but I saw her just arrived to the bike shop :p. It was like 10 shops away, I stopped jogging and walk. Tired jor :p. She was surprised when I walk in to the shop.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: Vincent, you arrived! You took bus?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: Nope, didn’t I told you I don’t know the bus to Bykers…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: You are so fast…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vince: Well, I know the road to Byker is kinda steep, so I know you will cycle abit slower :p. So, I guess I will arrived around the same time like you did.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yun: (laugh)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After we collected the bike, she said she wanted to go look around the indoor swimming pool nearby. I accompany her. Then we cycled home. When the lift stops at Level 2, she walks out and bit me farewell. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nice Guy Syndrome analysis&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In this case, I guess I have fallen to category 1 and 2 of NGS. The Yes Guy and the Good Guy. Maybe category 4 as well which is the Doormat Guy. I am doomed. I slept for only 1 hour and I still need to work at 8pm. The motivation from girls really drive me crazy…DOOMED.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-112614891762027984?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112614891762027984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=112614891762027984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/112614891762027984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/112614891762027984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/09/victim-of-ngs.html' title='A Victim of NGS'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-112577355063151713</id><published>2005-09-03T19:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T19:52:30.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Guy Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Although this is a C&amp;amp;P work, but this is something I like to share. I believe I also fall to this category. This copyright belongs to Geminist from LowYat.Net forum member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All this while until recently, I have been hearing statements and complaints regarding why that nice guys never get the girl or why nice guys always ended up being an emergency number to the girl. Most of the time, the nice guys out there are complaining as in why each time they treat a girl nice, in the end the girl will end up saying “I prefer you as a friend” or similar things. However, I somehow can relate to their frustration regarding this matter as I used to be one of the people that fall in the nice guy categories. Having thoughts and thoughts after why and how can I suffer in my relationship with women regardless of how nice I am trying to be, I finally found the light at the end of the tunnel and these are some of the reasons why nice guy can’t get the girls the dreamt of. Personally, I have labeled the main cause of this problem as the Nice Guy Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why nice guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, one of the main misconception guys have regarding getting a girl is that, being as nice as possible will get you the girl. Well, there is a little (really, it’s just little) truth behind this. However, most of the time, the outcome of being as nice as possible to a girl will just end a guy up being just friends. In the end, the nice guy will start to ponder upon what he has done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things simple, there is absolutely no wrong in being nice to the girl, in fact, I believe guys should treat girls with respect and not just view them as a sex object (blame it on the hormones though). However, the first common mistake guys make is that, they try to be nice to the girls in the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example a relatively beautiful girl, being beautiful, she must had a lot of compliments and a lot of guys trying to get near to her by being nice to her, complimenting on her beauty and others. Well, if you have been experiencing this for half or maybe a quarter of your life, you will definitely be bored by this. In addition, girls seem to be very sharp in their observation of a man’s body language and tones, therefore when a man is getting heads over heels for the girl, she can tell. Well, I believe even most people can tell when a man is making a fool out of themselves in front of a girl. Just take a night off the mamak stalls and visit a popular club, just sit and observe how man are behaving when their primal instincts spot a beautiful lady. You can obviously tell that the man is trying his very best to get the girls attention or phone number. This is where all the mistakes start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Nice Guy 1&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;em&gt;The Yes Guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that when a man is trying to go after a girl, he doesn’t seem to give the girl a “no” for an answer. You can tell by calling him up by 2 am and tell him that you wanted to eat supper, my bet is that, he will say yes and get you the supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Nice Guy 2&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;em&gt;The Good Guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this, you were out with a group of friends, and suddenly the guy was teasing a girl about her new hair style, her cloth or anything about her, then suddenly, another guy will pop out and say, “Don’t worry, your cloth looks nice,” or “Don’t worry, it’s not your fault”. Well, this is generally the guy trying to play the good guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Nice Guy 3&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;em&gt;The ATM Guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is yet another sad story, some of the guys out there believe that by providing the girl with things that she needs or things that she doesn’t need, she can win the girl’s heart. Well, in relative terms, yes he can, but somehow, their relationship involves cash more than heart as somehow, the guy had become a provider to the girl and as for the girl, the guy is her genie to make her wishes upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Nice Guy 4&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;em&gt;The Doormat Guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by far one of the worst case in the nice guy syndrome, some of the guys out there believe that by fulfilling all the wishes of the girl (cleaning her apartment, fetching her, buying her gifts, helping her every requests and etc), he can actually wins the girl’s heart. Well, reality check says that this is not in any way true. Most of the time, one of the most common response is that The Doormat Guy will only get this statement “I prefer you as my best friend” or “You are really a nice friend”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Nice Guy 5&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;em&gt;The Needy Guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, this is also one of the main problems why nice guy don’t get girls. Most of the time, when a man falls for a woman, he will soon starts to behave in a clingy matter where he will look for the girl almost everyday and every minute and every second. He will leave message like, “I really wish to see you again, are you free tonight” and others. Well, this is not good because my failure told me that, the clingier or the closer you are trying to get to her, the more you are going to repel her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, this is the 5 main type of the Nice Guy Syndrome. Somehow, we can’t blame the woman for *ahem* using these poor man due to the fact where, well, basically, these man offered themselves as sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once a victim of the nice guy syndrome for many years, however, by reading more and more books or articles, I found out 3 basic ways that may actually increase my chances with woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do not, I repeat myself, DO NOT ever attempt to be nice all the time. Nice is general term, to be more specific, nice is being divided into two categories which is nice as in chivalry and nice as in loser. In all those movies, we always see the man protecting the woman, this is not implying that woman are weaker, it is just that the fact of “The man must protect the woman” had been implemented in our mind since we were born. The main thing about chivalry is that the man will open the door for a woman, pull out her seats, offers her a life home and others. On the other hand, the latter nice guy will try to be nice because he is afraid that he might upset the girl, therefore, whenever there is any request/s, the man will try his best to cope with the requests. This is definitely something worth NOT doing at any cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Another problem of nice guy is that, nice guys are boring. I believe most of us may agree upon this. Have you ever come across a guy who doesn’t say anything even though you are teasing him, or the guy who only constantly tell you how good or how stunning you are. Well, in the short term, this may seem pleasing to the girl as it reinforces the girl’s self image. However, if the girl has been hearing all these compliments since she started getting her attention, don’t you think it is boring then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do not afraid to have fun with the woman. Somehow, woman is very sensitive in words, body languages and tones. Therefore, they can tell obviously whether a man is lying or joking. Therefore, stop being afraid and start having a little spark in your conversation. Instead of saying too much good things like “You are really pretty” or “You are the greatest woman I have ever seen”, try adding some creativity into your everyday conversation. Hear are some of the example I have used in my conversation. When a girl calls me by tapping in the hand, the shoulder or anywhere else, the first thing I will do is not to answer her but to give her a shocking look followed by telling her in a serious manner “Ah, why are you so desperate that you actually harassed me sexually?”. This may seem to be a shocking reply, but somehow, it magically makes the girls laughed. After some thinking, I believe that this made the girl smile because in the very first place, the girl can tell that this is just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Lastly, do not be overly clingy to a girl. I understand that when we are struck by love, we wish to see her every now and then, however, please refrain yourself from doing so. This is because you’ll be portraying to her that you are needy and clingy as you do not have a life yourself. When you fall for a woman, the best way to avoid making mistake is that, stop calling up when you have nothing better to say (I believe most of us had experience how awkward it is when you have nothing better to say on the phone, and YET, you do not want to let go of the phone), stop acting clingy and needy and most importantly, continue to hang out with your friends. Somehow, when a guy is acting needy and clings to one girl, he will repel the girl away, on the other hand, when the guy doesn’t clings to her and has many friends, this actually might show that he is a hot catch and most importantly, he is interesting. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/index.php?showtopic=192983"&gt;Geminist of Low Yat.NET forummer link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-112577355063151713?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112577355063151713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=112577355063151713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/112577355063151713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/112577355063151713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/09/nice-guy-syndrome.html' title='Nice Guy Syndrome'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-112527799146980473</id><published>2005-08-29T02:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T02:13:11.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Imaginative Story</title><content type='html'>Below is one of my imaginative story which is running in my mind. I suddenly decided to publish this chapter. Dun ask me why. Here, the story will go from romance into violent scene. I hope you guys are not disturbed by this story. Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stargate Beyond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXX: The Lonely Path...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole planet of Aiur is in turmoil, Zerg swarms is crawling everywhere and the Protoss is trying their best to defeat them. Here, I am standing in front of Sarah Carrigan, the girl I once loved. But she is no more, consumes by Zerg and became Queen of Blade, serving her master, Overmind. “Sarah, please…don’t do this. I don’t wanna hurt you,” said Colonel Vincent MacLeod. She burst into laughter and said “Hahahaha, hurt me? Did you say hurt me? Hahahahaha,”. “Please Sarah, I am serious…you still can come back with me, to Earth, there we can cure you and change you back to…” said Vince. Without letting Col. Vincent MacLeod to finish, she answered “To what? Human? You are really naïve Vince…that’s why I can deceive you when I was still under your lead. Today, Aiur will fall and I will take you back to the Overmind, dead or alive.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLONEL VINCENT MACLEOD: Sarah, please…don’t do this. I don’t wanna hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEEN OF BLADE, SARAH CARRIGAN: Hahahaha, hurt me? Did you say hurt me? Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLONEL VINCENT MACLEOD: Please Sarah, I am serious…you still can come back with me, to Earth, there we can cure you and change you back to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEEN OF BLADE, SARAH CARRIGAN: To what? Human? You are really naïve Vince…that’s why I can deceive you when I was under your lead. Today, Aiur will fall and I will take you back to the Overmind, dead or alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She begins to attack Vince with her claw. Vince has no choice but to draw his sword from the sheath which is tied at his back and blocked her attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLONEL VINCENT MACLEOD: Sarah, I still love you, even you have betrayed me…I still loved you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEEN OF BLADE, SARAH CARRIGAN: Then what about her?!!(Pointing her claw at Sharol Lam. She is still lying on the ground, knocked out unconscious by Sarah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLONEL VINCENT MACLEOD:…&lt;br /&gt;Vince could not say anything. After he found out that Sarah is working with the pirates’ organization, he thought the relationship they had was just a plot for her to complete her mission in Stargate Command. After Major Sarah Carrigan plot was found out by Vince, she escaped and head back to her organization. Later, after Major Carrigan was captured by Zerg on a mission, Vince thought she was KIA. After working together with Dr. Sharol Lai, he fell in love with her. That is why he could not answer to Sarah’s question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah jump back and remain a distance between Vince. She prepares to attack again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEEN OF BLADE, SARAH CARRIGAN: Because you loved her, that is why you couldn’t answer me. Hahahahaha, never mind, I will just kill you and turn her into one of the Zerg, hmm maybe like the infested human you saw back then…hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With anger, Vince hold his sword to his chest with the tip pointing at Sarah and charge at her. When he tried to thrust her with the sword, she form an X using the claw and trapped his sword. She pushes his sword down to the right and used her left claw and slashed Vince chest. He retreated a few step and hold the bleeding chest with his left arm. Vince began to breathe heavily because of the injury. She charges to Vince with her right claw and tried thrust at his face, but Vince dodge to the left while repelling the attack with his sword. But she extended her left claw and thrust to Vince hip. It slightly sliced his flesh. Vince falls down to the ground give out a painful scream. Vince breath faster and heavier due to his injury…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLONEL VINCENT MACLEOD: Huh…huh…huh..Is…Is it tru..e that(cough)…you have forgotten yourself?(Cough,cough)…Why…Why…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince has totally lost hope. He felt so pain, not from his wound, but from his heart. If he had made it on time reaching to her location, she will not be captured by the Zerg and become what she is now. His grip on his sword is already loosen, he do not intend to fight anymore…Without warning, Sarah charge up with her right claw and aiming at Vince chest. Vince just kneel there without any intention to block or dodge this attack…he intend to be killed by her, running away from everything. Out of nowhere, Sharol Lam appeared in front of Vince, covering him with both arm extended. The claw was impaled to Sharol’s chest. Sarah withdrew her claw as Sharol fall to the ground. Sarah expression was very shock as well and she never intends to kill Sharol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince was very shock, realizing what happened. He took Sharol onto his arm and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLONEL VINCENT MACLEOD: Why…why you must do this…(tear was in his eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAROL LAM: Because I don’t want to see you die…I..(coughing blood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLONEL VINCENT MACLEOD: (His was painful when he saw Sharol coughing blood.) Why, why must you be that stupid…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARON LAM: I…(cough)..I loved…you…that why…please…(cough)…don’t die…live on(cough)…I loved you…(She stopped breathing and her head fall to the other side.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLONEL VINCENT MACLEOD: Sharol!!! Sharol!!! AHHH!!!!! (He hugs her and yells out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time in his life to feel so much pain in his heart…His lover killed by his lover…Then he gaze at Sarah. Now, Vince is full of anger. He has lost himself, now in his mind, he only wanted to avenge Sharol. He put down Sharol and took his sword. He charge to Sarah with a thrust, Sarah was quite shock with the speed and she form an X to hold off the attack. Without warning, Vince changes his moved and spins the sword down and performs a crescent slash from below. The sword slashed her hips to the shoulder. She falls to the ground and pickup her self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEEN OF BLADE, SARAH CARRIGAN: (In her mind) That’s fast, it was way faster then before…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sudden increase of agility frightens her. Vince still remains from the same position after slashed her. Then Vince moved his sword into a low defense stance. Then charge to her at great speed, he slashed again from below but parried by both of her claw, but she did not know that he continue to cut from above and it hacked of her right arm. She fell down and rolled back. When she trying to do anything, the sword tip is already pointing at her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Vince withdrew his sword and walks away. The guilt in his heart has stopped Vince from killing her. Sarah took this chance and extends her left palm and cast Psionic Lighting towards Vince. He turns back and repels it using the sword. Then she used her mind to summon the nearby Zerg brethren to cover her while she escaping by flying with her wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEEN OF BLADE, SARAH CARRIGAN: I will forever remember this…Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of Zergling charge against Vince. He defended himself with the sword and defeated all of them. After that, he sheaths his sword and carries the body of Sharol on his arm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary for this chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The High Templar Tassadar sacrifices himself to destroy the Overmind by concentrating dark psionic energy into his ship and crash it into the Overmind. The Zerg were in chaos because of sudden lost of their leader. With the lost of their leader, the Zerg became more savage and attack anything on sight. The Protoss were not able to expel the Zerg from their homeworld. Dark Templar Zeratul suggested to the Protoss to escape to Shakuras, the homeworld of Dark Templar. Without any choice, they dialed the Shakuras address into the Stargate. A lot of Templar stayed behind the Stargate to cover the other going thru the gate. Colonel Vincent MacLeod also stayed behind to provide cover. The UED Forces(United Earth Directorate) also escaped to Shakuras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the dead of the Overmind, the Cerebrates and the Queen of Blade is no longer under control. Will Queen of Blade thoughts be the same like she was once human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END of Chapter ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author Comment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this story is created by merging a lot of sci-fi stories. One of the most notable is Starcraft. The stories mostly focus on the element of Stargate. This is just one of the chapter, there is still more to come. Furthermore, this chapter is kinda old because my new chapters have already gone pass these scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit summary on the main character Colonel Vincent MacLeod. He is a member of SG-3 Marines back in year 2000. On one of the mission in the year 2005, he was frozen by some sort of weapon sent to an alternate reality universe. After 72 years later which is year 2077, Vince was defrosted and revives. When he woke up, he found out that everything was different. He also suffered some memory loss. He couldn’t really remember a lot of thing but he still knows his name though. But after some time, he slowly regains his memory., but not totally recovered yet. *SPOILER* The character Vince was unaware that he might not be what he think he is. This has already been reveal in the later chapter in Stargate Beyond: Atlantis chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the violent of this content…most word I used is kill, kill, hack, kill. Well, that the way it is for this character. As for Ocean’s 10, the production was halted due to lack of idea and budget :p. But will continue back in the far future…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life in Newcastle will be posted sometime in the future as well. My blog is not as dead as your la WindWalker, sau pei la :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-112527799146980473?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112527799146980473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=112527799146980473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/112527799146980473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/112527799146980473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-imaginative-story.html' title='Some Imaginative Story'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111963972353640158</id><published>2005-06-24T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:02:03.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MIGP 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;15th June &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training begins. I went to fetch Sai Seng around 1.15. On the way to PWTC, Sai Seng told me that he lied to his mom that I came back from UK recently and I  fetched him to MV. Hahaha lol at him. Once we arrived, I asked SS to call Ryan. He said Ryan is already arrived and he is in the organizer room. We went there and Ryan asked us to help him to tear out the water label. When I looked at the bottle, I smiled because that was the old stock from ABA PWTC. I dunno if those water have expired or not. Then Ryan told me that the 3 staff sitting there is from Top Repute Hong Kong. 2 girls and 1 guy. 2 Hong Kong girls is very chun, but I don’t know their names. Nvm about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Katherine saw me and she was shock that I have looked different. Hehe, after I finished tearing the old ABA label, Kevin and Michael arrived. We talked for a while and Katherine asked us all to go to the hall and brief us. All of the temp-staff were once ABA PWTC and MVEC people except for one new girl called “Kay Yen” if I got the spelling right. Katherine has divided us 15 people into 2 groups. Group 2 and Group 3. Group 1 only existed for the first day to help the organize to greet the VIPs.  While Group 2 is to help the registration. Group 2 will need to co-operate with MSCI which is a software development company. They will need to help with the data-entry stuff. Ryan was appointed as the leader for group 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While group 3 is an internal group. Their scope is to do spot check the main entrance security guard to see whetever those visitor coming in are with tags. The second scope is to distribute gift to the visitors. We have to get their names down and stamp their tags. We are also responsible to maintain the exhibitor lounge. We have to become bartender and serve the exhibitor with drinks and foods. I am appointed as the leader. It was so shock for me to know that I have to take this responsibility. Katherine said “Give you a chance to be a leader”. Yea, that kinda chance, thankz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Katherine walked us around the hall. After that, we all were asked to learn how to use the registration system. A MSCI staff called Li Ping teaches us how to use the system. Later a guy called Duncan also assisted her. Leonard, the MSCI boss also has to “1 man show” in this event. Anyway, the Li Ping is like a male-girl. Short hair, flat chested and not that girlish girl :p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all left and have dinner in McD. Dota 1 round at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I have prepared a schedule for my entire subordinate. They consist of Batista, Chip, Lee Jia and Jenny. The men have decided that the girl needs not to work at the entrance. So, they will only rotate between Gift Counter and Exhibitor Lounge. But those plans did not run well because I think the entrance does not need  anyone to sit there all day long. So, it will be just me running around to spot check them once a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to bring 2 people to help Hilary. Since Lee Jia and Jenny are doing the gift and stock check with Rita, so I bring Chip and Batista with me. I page Hilary. She is the new marketing executive for Top Repute. At first I thought she was a HK girl also. Consider as a chun chick in our ISO standards. She asked me to help with the poster and wiping the showcase. I assign Chip to help Hilary and I went with Batista to do the poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the VIP arrived and Group 3 has to serve the VIPs. Nuthing much. Suddenly Group 3 have become something like waiter and waitress where we have to do those job like wiping table, serve tea, and bla bla bla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have dinner at McD again but Katherine gave us a box of KFC. So we just ordered drink. We were talking about those pretty babes in our workplace. I found out that Hilary was a Malaysian and the 2 HK babes are called Queenie and Vivian. We all plan to “hitch” them :p. Dota 1 round again that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became obsessed with the leader job. By tomorrow, the leadership will be taken by Batista. I asked him to switch with me. He said ok and I will ask Katherine about this. Queenie and Vivian came to the lounge to have lunch. That time I was also having lunch. Ok, “hitching” begins. Joke around with her and somehow got a topic which both are common to talk about. I said I was studying in UK and I met some HK people with different Cantonese tone. She said that she studied in UK also, Leicester. Then I asked her MSN. Gave her my pda and asked her to write it down. V(^_^). But too bad that I am too busy to layan her because Katherine is around and I have to do my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have the walkie talkie, I have the opportunity to kacau Hilary also :p. Then start hitching her and got her MSN as well. But too bad she forgot the friendster, nvm, I still got time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday at 4pm, it is considered as HAPPY HOUR, where all the booth big bosses will come to our lounge and have beer. Yea, BEER. We have to serve beer. The hall is closing at 6pm but their wont leave until they got “satisfaction”. Still they have to leave, else the hall will be locked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine said that the grouping will be resuming like normal, no changing. Hehe, got my leadership back :p. Have dinner at Steven’s Corner and fetch Ryan and Batista back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out that the HK babes will be leaving by today, and around 6pm. Shiiitt…haven’t took picture with them also. But I am too busy to find them also. Got some matter to attend. Furthermore, today got comment from Katherine that I didn’t wear my jacket, and my hair was not professional enough, also the lounge was not tidy enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the office and take some carton of beer to the lounge, beer is very fast moving item. Saw both Queenie and Vivian. But they are busy also, just got a chance to ask her for the friendster. I said I haven’t take picture with you. She  said she will be back. But she didn’t…I am so down…both Vivian and Queenie have depart to KLIA. Darn, should have taken their picture yesterday. Didn’t have time to hitch Vivian also…I am so down…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still job have to be done. Today I have to serve Red Wine. Red Wine also very sellable, those people see red wine all also wanna try. Then those people again dun wan to leave. During Happy Hour, all those bosses will loiter in our lounge and drink beer. I forgot how I “shoo” them. But they leave eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the office and wait for my frens in Group 2, still doing some leave over jobs. Told Rita that I am so down because those HK girls went home without picturing with them. Nah, later asked Hilary for her friendster, but she forgot again. Nevermind. Dinner at Stevens Corner again and Dota 1 round again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day in MIGP. Today it will only open till 4.30pm. I go and told the big bosses about the early closing and tell them to HAPPY HOUR early. My plan is finish distribute all the beers and wine, so we no need to carry those things down :p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event, we got our salary in cash and we took some picture before we leave. Then we blanja Katherine and Jeffrey. We had our dinner in Jalan Raja Laut. Bak Kut Teh. That place is filling with “aqua”. See one girl, from behind, the shape is nice but when I see the front, almost wanted to puke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went home and DOTA. MIGP 2005 Roxxx!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111963972353640158?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111963972353640158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111963972353640158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111963972353640158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111963972353640158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/migp-2005.html' title='MIGP 2005'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111869767978049581</id><published>2005-06-13T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T22:21:19.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Genjutsu of The Year</title><content type='html'>Genjutsu is also known as Illusionist techniques use by the ninja in Japan, and I have used it on my friends. 3 weeks ago, I have returned to Malaysia. I am having a summer holiday which last for 3 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never told any of friends in Malaysia that I am back. This is because during my departure to UK, I spend too much time with my friend’s rather then family, so I think I should be fair on this. I have spent my first 2 weeks with my family. Most of the morning I will go yumcha with my dad. Later on, my whole family went to Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai is a very urban place compared to other city. The skyscraper amount is much more compared to KL. The city is very beautiful. On the second day, we travel to Suzhou. Suzhou is famous for it “leng lui” and silk, But too bad, didn’t manage to catch any picture of leng luis because I scare they will whack me :p. Then travel to Nanjing. Well, nothing special there, maybe the weather is too hot and I forgot what place I have visited. Overall it is a nice place for travel, but not for staying. Why? I think I should cover this in my other article :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I went to APIIT to give some surprise to my frens. Too bad, Michelle has seen thru my genjutsu and she aware that I was back. Have a lunch with her in cafeteria. Later on, I went to auditorium but spotted by Kevin. Hahaha, all of the Sunnyz Skyline grabbed me and banzai me :p. After that we went to makan rojak. At night Chip held a yumcha session in Murni. Kevin fetches me to Murni becoz my road tax will be expired after 12pm. My loupo jai Ivy and Simpson were also fetch by Kevin. 4 of us are the earliest people to arrive. Later on, Sai Seng, Henry, Yinwei, Chip, and Batista also arrived. And we also called Wan Ting for Batista to enjoy :p. I found out that Yin Wei also aware I am back for 2-3 weeks ago…It seems my news got abit leaked :p. After that, see loupo jai abit tired and she got class on the morning, the yumcha session was ended by me :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night, I again, went to APIIT to find my friends. First have a tea time with Michelle and friends. Then went to 3rd floor to find the SKylinez. On the way to Lab 3, I saw 33 and Ewilly. Haha, but they never saw me :p. Anyway, once I rendezvous with Sunnyz, we went to cafeteria and have lunch. After that, I asked Sai Seng to help me print some document. At 12.45pm, I drove back and fetch my bro home. Later at 2pm, went to Genting with my parent to pay my respect in a temple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we have a yumcha session at Cheras. I drove to Chip place and Kevin fetches both me and Chip to Cheras. After the yumcha session, Me and Kevin wanted to test drag. Both of us are prepared our self at the main road next to Chips house. Kevin count down using his finger to 3, then both of our cars launched. On the first gear, my Honda has already loss to his Satria 1.5 SE. My 2.0 auto couldn’t catch up at all. On 2nd gear, he pulled away abit. On 3rd gear, I already lost 1 car distance. On D4, I decelerate and he wins totally. Hahaha, my auto 2.0 loss to manual 1.5. His car is powerful indeed :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I will start my work in PWTC on an event known as MIGP 2005. Well, it is 5am right now, have to sleep. 88&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111869767978049581?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111869767978049581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111869767978049581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111869767978049581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111869767978049581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/genjutsu-of-year.html' title='Genjutsu of The Year'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111738037103010780</id><published>2005-05-29T16:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T16:26:11.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>8 days journey</title><content type='html'>Exam finally over. assignments over. semester 1 over. this is just a short news which i would like to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this i will embark a 8 days journey to Shakuras, homeworld of dark templars. i will not be seen online during this pass 8 days. also, i will try to finish my chapter 5 as soon as possible after my 8 days journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111738037103010780?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111738037103010780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111738037103010780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111738037103010780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111738037103010780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/8-days-journey.html' title='8 days journey'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111604457252600430</id><published>2005-05-14T05:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T05:22:52.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Stand!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Headlines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my OOMD on Friday. Although I promised myself that I will finish it much earlier, but the dark side are much stronger. Next assignment submission is Monday which is PMPI and the final assignment ECEB will be submitting on Thursday. This is my last stand! I MUST finish PMPI before Monday, preferably Sunday. Then ECEB, hopefully also Sunday or Monday kautim. On Monday and Tuesday night, I got to work in Galley, so I really have less time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will win this war…I must win this war. Friday will be my exam for OOMD. Need time for revision. Actually, most of the assignment actually doesn’t need 1 month to finish it. Although I used 5 days to finish my OOMD, but in actual fact, I only spend 10 hours to finish it. Spend most of the time procrastinating. I only feel alive when I procrastinate…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part-Time Job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday will be my second day working in Galley. I will only get my salary on the 3rd day because the first 2 days will be a deposit. Today is kinda busy because tomolo is Saturday. A lot of customer came and go. There were 6 people in the shop including me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on at 11pm, Praveen, my manager sends me to another branch for training. Since Galley is very busy, he decided to send me to Hooshys, also a kebab shop with the same boss. Hooshys is quieter because it was a new shop compared to Galley. I meet 3 more new people. 2 of them from Iraq and another from Algeria. I learned how to take order and serving customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working here is fun. I can eat any food I want. 2 days ago, I went pass Galley to ask Praveen when I can start work, I was already offered some free food. “Are you hungry? Want some food? Take it”. Those are the usual word I can hear each day. Even though I was not working but I can have free food as well :p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ocean’s 10 News&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, chapter 5 I have written abit on it. It will be the implementation on how we gonna rob the casino. But I guess it won’t be publish anytime this week or next. Maybe after exam, I will finish this chapter and maybe post another bonus chapter to compensate :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Maybe my brain is not functioning well, it seems that most of the thing I write is very simple, compact and with funny grammar and structure…I suxx…:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VINCE OCEAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111604457252600430?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111604457252600430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111604457252600430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111604457252600430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111604457252600430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/last-stand.html' title='The Last Stand!!'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111543157788678561</id><published>2005-05-07T03:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T03:06:17.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti Procrastination and Anti Jay Chou Campaign!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Headlines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been delaying all of my work lately. This is bad. Maybe I have been influence by the Skylinez + speechlessone who always telling me how they procrastinate. I plan to run an Anti Procrastination campaign. I need to schedule all my work from today on. At least for the time being :p. This Monday, I will meet up with supervisor Mr. Michael Brockway and 2nd marker Dr. Robin Stanaway. Still, I haven’t finished my gantt chart. Will kautim it on Sunday. On 13th of May, will be submitting my Object Oriented Modeling and Design. Actually, should have submitted on 29th of April, but I can extend it because I have a valid reason, chicken pox. That OOMD is currently 0%. But I have confident that I can kautim within 3 days. Next, comes Project Management and Professional Issues assignment. This 3 man team project will end on 16th of May. Plan to kautim within Tuesday or Wednesday. The last one will be E-Commerce &amp; E-Business project, due on 18th May. This one I plan to start today, multitasking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this semester, I only have 1 exam with is OOMD. One of the questions is mailed to me in advance. It said that this question usually be mailed to student 2 weeks earlier for them to read. But actually, it is not a Q, but a scenario. After 20th May, summer holiday until September. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anti Jay Chou campaign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, just for fun. Last time, I remember a few girls told me they are Jay fan and very craze about them. Then, the childish me felt jealous and started to dislike Jay. I even told my friends here in Newcastle that I dislike Jay. I told them Andy Lau, Edison Chen, Nicholas Tse and etc also good, but not Jay. Sorry speechlessone, although you and Jay look alike but I just dislike Jay, not u :p. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, my kenjutsu uniform and the skirt like pants are still not dry. No choice, just wear a normal tracksuit and T-shirt for training. Today, I think I am beginning to get use to the armor. I began to erect my head each time I face my opponent. Else I will kena a real bang from the wooden sword. Today, Sensei Darren got come. He spars with me in the sparring circle. Since I am the new guy and he did not put full strength on me. And he keeps on taunting me. As if I am that weak. We exchange a few strikes. Then I won him by hitting his chest. Hah, never underestimate me :p, a clean win. But if he really uses full strength on me, I die liao…Later when he fought Matthew, who I think a bit better then me, Darren used full strength. Darren is pretty strong I have to tell you. Every time when he dash and crashing on you, mostly I will move back. He got tremendous strength. He even knock Matthew down on the floor which I felt damn shock. I can’t imagine if Matthew was me. Well, just one wins today. At least better then last week…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ocean’s 10 News&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry but in the time being, I won’t be spending anytime on this story. I need to kautim all my assignment and exam first. After that, the chapter will be posted as regular as possible. I also notice that recently, some blogs are not very active these days, maybe they are busy as well. But the slowest blog winner still will be WindWalker :p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have got some idea for Jason and Frederick and also include abit role for Henry liao.  So, I think I can complete the story by plagiarize from Ocean’s Eleven and adding my own plot into it. Hope I can kautim this and proceed to Ocean’s 10 Again :p. Can’t wait to put WT for Batista. Also, if anyone who watched Ocean’s Eleven, there is a part where a dancer is entertaining a guy and took his card and pass to Brad Pitt. I wanted to modify that part and maybe put Batista sister and it :p. When she seduced that technician and took the key for his bro Batista :p. Nah, dun wan la…later he really flies to my place and kill me. Soree batista, ur Move roxx…just kidding :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vince Ocean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111543157788678561?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111543157788678561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111543157788678561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111543157788678561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111543157788678561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/anti-procrastination-and-anti-jay-chou.html' title='Anti Procrastination and Anti Jay Chou Campaign!!'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111521055154208162</id><published>2005-05-04T13:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T13:42:31.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean’s 10: The Gathering of Ocean’s 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CHAPTER 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene showing the beauty of KL city on sky view. Shots on KL Tower from sky view, later cut to KLCC. Later, the scene cut to Vince house near Dataran Prima. A few moments later, an S class Mercedez arrived. The driver went out and opened the door for his boss Henry Pang. Henry is dressed in formal, walk out from the car. Then the car leaves and he walked to Vince house and pressed the door bell. Vince was preparing a buffet in his kitchen and went out to see who it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: (He saw Henry thru the window.) Wey, stand back from the gate.(Waiting for Henry to stand back before opening the gate.)&lt;br /&gt;(Henry took a few steps back. The gate opens afterward.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY PANG: Where are the others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: On the way. Just make yourself at home okay, any drinks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY PANG: Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Pipe water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY PANG: Suckedker, you drink la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Well, I guess I get you a soft drink.&lt;br /&gt;(Walk back to the kitchen. Scene cut to the outside of Vince house. Three cars where heading to Vince house. An Enzo “Move” Kenari, a yellow Satria, and a grey Satria. They all parked near the longkang where Vince black Wira were hit by a Peugeot a year ago. Ryan, Jason, Giasens, Frederick came out from Batista MPV. Ripin came out from KeWindwalker car and Michael Chip is locking his steering. All of them walked to Vince house and came in because Vince forgot to close his gate. They all couldn’t get into the house because Vince has locked it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REAL GIASENS: Vince, we are here…open the door please.&lt;br /&gt;(That time, Vince is still preparing the buffet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Henry, could you help me to open the door? The key is on the computer desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY PANG: Alright. (Walk to the desk to get the key and went to opened the door. All of the other crew is standing outside the door.) You guys are the crew? (Abit disappointed.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene cut to the living room. Vince has taken the liberty to serve a lunch buffet. On the table, there were fried bihun, fried rice, chicken nuggets, hotdog, fried chicken wings and soft drinks.&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: (Speaking in Cantonese.) Lei, lei, lei, em sai hak hei, sek doh di. Not enough I’ll get more.&lt;br /&gt;(All of them began to feast. Scene showing KeWindwalker and Ryan Foulplay were playing PS2. Next, Michael is chatting with Jason.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL CHIP: Hey Jason, how is your business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON KENSHI TAKAHASHI: Well, I am doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;(Vince walks down from 2nd floor with his laptop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Gentlemen, have you all eaten? (Batista were chatting with Giasens. Both of them pay attention to Vince. Scene showing all of them paying attention to Vince.) Alright, before we get started, nobody is on the line here yet. What I am about to proposed to you is both highly lucrative and highly dangerous. If is doesn’t seem your particular “brand of vodka”, help yourself as much food as you like and have a safe journey. No hard feelings. (A brief pause.) Otherwise pay attention. (Vince powers up his laptop and show the simulated blueprint of Genting Casino vault.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: (Holding a glass of coke and explaining the situation.) Gentlemen, the Genting Casino in Pahang. This is the only licensed casino we had in Malaysia. Which is also the most profitable casino in Malaysia. (Vince clicked the play button to run the simulator, showing the animated vault.) This is the vault of Genting, located beneath the casino. It safe guard every dime from the casino, and we gonna rob it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL CHIP: The people in casino used chip to play la, how are we gonna use it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: (=.= face.) You think people bring chips from their house and play in Genting? People use money to exchange for chip, not potato chip exchanging for chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL CHIP: Well, yea…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: This is the courtesy of Ryan Foulplay, the new blackjack dealer in Genting Casino. (Vince showing the vault in 3D graphic drew by Ryan after he had entered the vault.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RYAN FOULPLAY: Yea, me.(Giving the peace sign. Feeling proud.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: (While explaining the situation, the laptop is showing the vault in 3D animation.) Ok, bad news first. This place houses a security system that rival most bank vaults in Malaysia, even Bank Negara. First we have to get within the casino cages, which anybody will tell you take more then a smile. Next, thru these doors, each of which requires a different 6 digits code change every 12 hours. Pass those, lies the elevator, this is where it gets tricky. The elevator won’t move without authorize finger print identification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Which we can’t fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: And vocal confirmation from both the security system within the Genting and the vault below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Which we won’t get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Furthermore, the elevator shaft is equipped with motion detectors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: (Explaining to all while gesturing both of his hands.)Meaning if we were to manually override the lift, the shaft exit will lock down automatically, and we’ll be trapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: (Felt mad for Batista keep on interrupting the presentation. Speaking in Cantonese cum Hokkien) Hoi, lanjiao lang, yi ka hai ngo present, teng hai lei present ar?&lt;br /&gt;(The other we shocked when Vince scolded Batista.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Soli soli…you may go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: (Took a deep breath and continue the briefing.) Now once we get down the shaft thou, then it is a piece of cake. Just two more guard with batons and the most elaborated vault door ever conceive by man. Any questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIPIN KUSUMA: (Speaking in Indonesian.) Kenapa loe gak sogok aja penjaga liftnya? Atau kita pake satu jantera buat gali lobang rahasia ke dalem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: If like that, we also no need to recruit you guys liao. As for your second question, I dun think we have enough budgets to get a driller. Also, if we drill thru Mt. Genting, I think the whole mountain collapse liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY PANG: Suckedker Ripin, you think veli cheap ar to buy the driller? (In Cantonese.)Lei de soh geh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KeWindwalker: You said something about good news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: (While explaining about the good news, the scene cut to Satria boys, then cut back to Vince, then cut to Ryan, later to Henry, afterward to Ripin, and finally back to Vince.) Yea, based on the agreement between Genting and the Malaysian government, the casino must hold and reserve enough cash that cover every chip it plays on it floor. That means on a weekday by law, it has to carry anywhere between 60 and 70 million ringgit in cash and coin. On the weekend, between 100 and 120 millions ringgit. On the performance night, where David Copperfield will perform in Genting, which is two weeks from the night, the night we gonna rob it, 180 million ringgit without breaking a sweat. There are 10 of us, each with an equal share. You do the math’s.(Took a sip of coke.)&lt;br /&gt;(Frederick whistles in surprised manner after he got the answer of the total money each one will get.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Exactly.(Pointing to Frederick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REAL GIASENS: (Raised his hand.) I have a question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Uh hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REAL GIASENS: (Speaking in worried tone.)Say we get into the cage and thru the security doors there, and down to the elevator we can’t move, and pass the guards with the guns, and into the vault we can’t open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Without been seen by the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Sorry, I forgot to mention that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REAL GIASENS: (Still worried tone.) Yea, say we do all that, err…we just supposed to walk out of there with a 180 millions ringgit in cash on us without getting stop??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Yea. (A cool tone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REAL GIASENS: Oh…ok.(His face look very very very worried.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL CHIP: By the way Vince, your bihun taste suxx…Most of the food also suxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREDERICK CEOSHARE: (Nodding his head. He is folding his arm.) Agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: F**k yeewww (In a joking manner with his middle finger showing to Michael.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111521055154208162?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111521055154208162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111521055154208162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111521055154208162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111521055154208162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/oceans-10-gathering-of-oceans-10.html' title='Ocean’s 10: The Gathering of Ocean’s 10'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111505892048527162</id><published>2005-05-02T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T19:41:52.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily News</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; First Day working in The Galley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive recently been called to work in a fast food shop. The manager Praveen I assumed the spelling, said that today will be a trial. If I see you perform good, I will hire you. He also stated that he likes to take Malaysian because they have a good record of hardworking :p. He said last night your friend Zach was one of the example. Ok, work begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is to fried burger, french fries, chickens, cutting donor kebabs, wipe counter, sweep floor, and helping out. Just that I cannot take orders or take food to customers yet. There were 3 more people in that shop. Praveen, an Indian from India. He is the manager of this shop. Farris, from Syria and Amin from Iraq. They are also a staff like me. Pretty easy job. I also can take as much drink as I can from the fridge. Food are provided also. I ate 2 chicken burger and drank 4 cans of coke and 3 bottle of mineral water :P. My starting wage will be 4 pounds per hours. After the work, the manager will give me 3 pound for transport allowance and tips. The tips amount is varies. I got 1.5 pound yesterday. The wages will increase depends on your performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the work, the manager said I performed well and he hired me. He will inform me about the schedule but it will most probably Friday, Sat or Sun. Peak days. I worked from 8pm till 3am. A lot of customer I have to say. Especially around 1am till 3am. Because the clubs and pubs close at those time and these people wanna have snacks.Furthermore, the Farris and Amin tarpau 4 slice of pizza and 2 garlic bread for me to take home. Tomolo meal is settled :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ocean's 10 News&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am almost done with chapter 4. The working title will be "Ocean's 10: The Gathering of Ocean's 10". It will talk about Vince Ocean briefing about the Genting Casino vault design and structure. All 10 people are there. Might be posting it by Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Chapter 5, the progress is 0%. Haven't think about it yet. Still had problem with the role for Jason and Fred. Need to be more creative for them :P. Lately, I've been imagining some script in Ocean's Twelve also. I think I might put WT as Batista ex-gf. Modified the great thief "Night Fox" into Nick Cheung Ka Fai which is known as "Dragon". He will be the culprit who will bring Ocean's 10 back into the arena of conman after all of the Ocean's 10 got rich from the first "&lt;em&gt;project&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read from Eddy blogs that some of Skyline have got the Ocean's Eleven cd from him. Watch it, so that you can see my plot :P. Watch Ocean's Twelve also. Alright, that is all for today. Ciaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vince Ocean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111505892048527162?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111505892048527162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111505892048527162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111505892048527162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111505892048527162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/daily-news.html' title='Daily News'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111491617228911469</id><published>2005-05-01T03:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T04:02:16.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Idea and Crazy day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Project Ideas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been very lazy recently. I have 3 assignment which will be due around May and 2 of them only 10% done. Dammit…24 hours is too less for a day :p. Well, currently been researching on how to draw a 2D graphic for games. Yes, games, I am doing a simulator which use to calculates the odds of each game. A very very very suicidal project idea I could think off. Hopefully I can get it done on the summer holiday. I guess there is no turning back for me. I was planning to do an attendance system which similar to the one we have in APIIT, but too bad, when I discuss with my friends, they say the idea sound too simple. Actually I also agree on that. Then I finally came out this suicidal idea of creating a simulator to calculate odds of each game. Well, you can call it a game, coz it is really similar to a game if you see my Term of Reference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a few friends which their idea were rejected because of the simplicity. One of it which I remember was a Management System for a shop. I forgot the details on it but it is something like an inventory system with enhance function like, bar code scanning, send order to supplier when stock is low and several more stuff. So, no choice, I dunno about system, so I guess, I wanna do something which can either kill me or save me. Discussed my idea with a game lecturer, Dan Hodgson. He told me that your idea is good, it is a first class project but without any “safety net” if anything bad happen. Well, hopefully I dun fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 weeks of absence from Kendo training, I finally can go train again. Again, I have to stress out that Kendo armor do not totally protect you. There is one particular guy always hit damn strong. Stupid fella, so each time when I whack him, I no gip face. On the sparring circle, none of the student won any match. I was damn “cha sui” on that night. I fight with one of the Senior rank. He won me on the first strike at the wrist before I can do anything. Shit. On that day, I couldn’t even make a draw of a match. Damn. After the training, my hand is abit injured. Well, it is a light injury since it was protected by a wrist protector. Still, there is a red spot on it. The senior told me that the Japanese are faster then wat we do. Before you can think of anything, you are gone. I couldn’t imagine the speed of their strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night around 1am. Someone knocked my door. I thought it might be Zach, Adrian or maybe Emay because they stay in my hall. But when I call out and someone with English accent answered me. I opened the door and an English fella with a can of beer asking me to join his party. I also what got into me, I asked where, then he said a few floor above, and he keep asking me to come, and I said ok, gimme time to change. I am seriously nuts to follow a stranger drunk guy into his party. His intro to me that his name is Ork. I dunno it is Ork or Orc or both :p. When I reach to his floor 3 room 18. there where 2 fello there. Later on several more people come and we had fun. They treat me several shots of vodka. They a bunch of party fella, but I dun really like to mix with them everyday…not my type :p. I leave around 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, around 4pm, Ork went down and look for me, asking me to party with them at same place. I told him I am busy doing my assignment. Then he left. Later on, most of them are partying outside the hall. And those guys were high, and keep on knocking my window, asking me to join them, but I dun feel like it and I keep on saying I am busy. Shiiittt…why did I join them last night…stupid Vincent…To them, I am known as Vinnie, they say more easily to call then Vincent. Bunch of crazy fella. Hopefully they dun come and kacau me on Sunday and the other days :p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ocean’s 10 news&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Ocean’s 10. My Chapter 4 is still around 90%. I think I will post it around Monday. Finished some part where the scene I am chatting, or rather, arguing with Aemy. Feel so nice doing that chapter :p. Quiet, polite, and spec girls is my favorite. But I think I also like girls with this attribute, sassy, laud, crazy girls. Not to say Aemy is like that but she got attitude :p. I have sort of finalized the scene and action for both Michael Chip and KeWindwalker. Got some problem finalizing Jason and Freds plot. Need to think something on business side for them which is not my expertise subject. Other roles like Giasens, RiKu, Batista, Henry, and Foulplay are almost done. They are kinda easy to finalize. Sometimes, although I hate Hong Kong writer to modify my favorite Jin Yong and Gu Long dramas, sometimes I also think they are great. They are very good in deleting a character, merging character and scene or plot changing. This is what I am trying to do, since we are Ocean’s 10, not Ocean’s Eleven. Making the story to flow logically also very tedious. I can’t just say Vince Ocean can change the Mountain into Ocean. Because I am not doing Fantasy or Myth genre of movie, I am doing something different. If my story is something like Lord of The Rings, of cost I can say that because the genre make that again as logic. Also, I also need to think about the real event and characteristic of each Ocean's 10. I am enjoying fusing it into my story. "Suckedker" is our usual word in a conversation. I totally forgot about KKD, I think I will implement it somewhere.;p. Dunno wanna put Batista sister on this or not. Hopefully he will not kill me after this. Sai Seng will know the role I will give to her sister since Sai Seng have seen Ocean's Eleven recently :p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also imagined some scene in Ocean’s Twelve for my next “Ocean’s 10 Again” story. Well, last time I also think, why do a sequel for Ocean’s Eleven since all eleven of them become rich on the first movie. Each got at least $13 million. Well, most of the plot in Ocean’s Twelve will also be in Ocean’s 10 Again. This time, in Ocean’s Twelve, there is another extra actress, Catherine Zeta Jones. Her role is a cop and ex-gf for Brad Pitt, which is played by Steven in my story. I wonder if you guys can guess the actress for Batista? Hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to post a chapter for every 3 days. But I think it will be a very slow progress since I am also busying with my assignments. I will try to post it within 3 days, it is my favorite story which I think I can accomplish it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VINCE OCEAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111491617228911469?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111491617228911469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111491617228911469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111491617228911469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111491617228911469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/crazy-idea-and-crazy-day.html' title='Crazy Idea and Crazy day.'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111471859356715864</id><published>2005-04-28T21:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:03:13.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean’s 10: The 10 Future Millionaires</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CHAPTER 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince house in Petaling Jaya, near Dataran Prima. Both Batista and Vincent are discussing about the plan and the candidate for this project. They are sitting in the living room with a blueprint of the Genting Casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: The vault of the Genting Casino.&lt;br /&gt;(Batista is examining the blueprint. A serious face he had shown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Well, I am reading this right. I like to think that I am. This is probably least successful vault ever design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: What country is this my bro…ever heard of Malaysia Boleh? I even got this blueprint from Genting staff for RM50 duit kopi. Supposed to be RM100 but I bargained till RM50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: (=.= face) you need at least a dozen guys doing the “combination of cards”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Well, that is what we gonna do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Alright, who’s in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene cut to E-Zone, Kuala Lumpur. Ryan Foulplay is walking toward a sleeping staff at the cashier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RYAN FOULPLAY: (knock on the table). No need work ar? E-Zone pays you to sleep here ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW STAFF: Aiya, we both also staff, no need so strict mah.(sleepy face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RYAN FOULPLAY: Do you know who am I? I am the Asst. Supervisor here. You think I am same level as you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW STAFF: (Scared and thinking to himself) Shiiitt. This is the supervisor, I thought staff  only.(Talking to Ryan). Soooo…reee. I will get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RYAN FOULPLAY: The toilet seems to be abit dirty, since you got enough rest, go wash it will ya’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW STAFF: (Thinking to himself) Wash toilet? Supervisor tai sai meh…diu…have to wash also. (Talking to Ryan) Ok, ok.&lt;br /&gt;(The new staff walks away. After that, Ryan went into the cashier area and flickering with the CCTV console.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RYAN FOULPLAY: (Thinking to himself) Well, got to off the CCTV in the storeroom. Sleeping time. (Grin.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: (Narration behind the E-Zone scene) Ryan Foulplay is in. I’ll need him to get a job as a dealer in Genting Casino. With his natural leadership and illusion skills, he can help us as the insider. What about drivers?(Scene cut back to Vince house.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: I have talked to the Satria boys today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Michael Chip and KeWindwalker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Hmm. Both of them are skilled driver. With them, we can get to Mt. Genting in no time. Although I must admit my Enzo “Move” Kenari is way better then their Satrias (Sarcastic tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene cut to Subang Jaya, Near Taipan. At the traffic light, there were two Satria waiting for the green light. One is a yellow 1.5 Satria and the other is a grey 1.3 Satria. Vrrooooommm, Vrrooommm, the sound of both cars stepping on the gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEWINDWALKER: (Winding down the window) Hey, Chip, wanna drag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL CHIP: (Wind down the window as well) You wanna drag with me?&lt;br /&gt;(When the light turn green, both cars did a wheel spin and speed off. Both cars were speeding very fast. The yellow satria seems to be leading. Until a bumpy corner, the yellow satria entered too fast and it skid abit, the grey satria take this opportunity and overtook KeWindwalker. Michael Chip won. They both stopped in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEWINDWALKER: You were lucky because I skidded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL CHIP: Yada yada yada yada yada. (With the C hand sign with the middle finger nodding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEWINDWALKER: You sark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Vince house scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Electronics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Real Giasens. Currently been doing a management system for his friends company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Still Real “procrastinating”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Else he won’t be real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene cut to Real Giasens house in SS1, into his room. Giasens is currently playing Warcraft DOTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REAL GIASENS: Wahahaha, Ripin, you gonna die this time.(He is winning the game.)&lt;br /&gt;(Suddenly her sister, Jia Yee came in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIA YEE: Ko, wo yau yung je ke dien lau. Ni chu ci.&lt;br /&gt;(As a very loving brother, he quits the game, although he is winning, and let her sister use the computer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Vince house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Who’s next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: You gotta have this guy.(Showing the profile to Vince)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: (Took the profile and flipped to the front page.)Ripin Kusuma? I thought he was known as Penguin Kusuma back then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: He is an Indon “pretender”, got lotsa name. Like, Ripin Kusuma, Chou Hai Kuen, Penguin Kusuma, Ripin Kukuma, Apin, Ri Ku, and lots more. He is very fond of pretending to be a student. Been to China, Indonesia, Malaysia, and Australia colleges and university. Favorite motto “I dunno how to do” and “I didn’t or haven’t study”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback 2 years ago in Asian Pacific Institute of Information Technology, Bukit Jalil. It was the day where the results were posted on the board. A lot of students were crowding at the board to look for their marks. Ripin Kusuma and Vince Ocean is among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCENT OCEAN: Diu, DDD only got 53…overall just pass. Ripin, hey, have you checked your mark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIPIN KUSUMA: That day, I also dunno what I have studied, I dunno how to do the paper at all.(With a very disappointing face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: (Looking at the board for Ripin marks, and shocked.) You said you dunno how to do but u got 86 in your DDD? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIPIN KUSUMA: Harh? I really dunno how to do wor, I also dunno what I have written on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Cheebyekia with the same motto…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene cut back to the present time in Vince house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: (=.= face). Well, could you get Jason Kenshi Takahashi and Frederick Ceoshare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: They won’t do it. They got a business a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: You still can ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Hey, I could ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: =.=…&lt;br /&gt;(Scene cut to PWTC, Kuala Lumpur. Vince and Batista are attending a presentation run by Jason Kenshi Takahashi and Frederick Ceoshare. It is almost the end of the presentation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON KENSHI TAKAHASHI: You might be thinking what am I talking about, &lt;br /&gt;Ideas@work is a business opportunity, people in Ideas@work have made 1 million and above within six months when they are full time in it. Want to know more about making 1 million in six months with no money down. Call me or send me a message then we'll talk about it. (Speaking in a very convincing manner, later on, passed the microphone to Frederick Ceoshare.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREDERICK CEOSHARE: (Walk to Jason and got the microphone.) Thank you Jason. I would be honour to meet people with great ideas and don’t know how to make money out of it. If you have that problem I have million dollar experts to teach you how to make money out of your idea with no money down plus even money up front. You &lt;br /&gt;only have to come out with an idea. What we call it, Ideas@work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene cut to the end of the presentation. Vince and Batista are talking to both Frederick and Jason at some coffee shop. Might be Coffee Bean or Starbuck? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: It is tricky, it is never been done before. It gonna need planning and a large crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON KENSHI TAKAHASHI: Guns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Not exactly. There will be a lot of security, but the take…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREDERICK CEOSHARE: What’s the target?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: (Not answering Frederick question and telling the reward Batista was mentioning.)8 figure each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREDERICK CEOSHARE: (Repeated the question to clarify.)What’s the target...?(raised his voice abit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: (Took a sip of the coffee. Then looking at Frederick.)When was the last time you both in Genting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON KENSHI TAKAHASHI: (Was going to drink the cup of coffee but stopped.)You wanna knock over a casino?!(Unbelievable face.)&lt;br /&gt;(Batista nodded his head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: How’s the “idea”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Jason and Frederick looking at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111471859356715864?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111471859356715864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111471859356715864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111471859356715864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111471859356715864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/oceans-10-10-future-millionaires.html' title='Ocean’s 10: The 10 Future Millionaires'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111463562141621556</id><published>2005-04-27T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T22:24:30.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination is bad</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 1pm. Shiittt…supposed to woke up before 12pm so that I can go to the laundry and wash my clothes. Well, from 8am – 12pm, the price will be 1pound per wash. If later then 12pm, it will be 1.6 pound per wash. Since I wanna save the 60 pence for the drying, I won’t be washing after 12pm. 60 pence = RM4.20 ya know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to School of Informatics, Ellison building to get the extension form. I got an approval for an extension of my Object Oriented Modeling and Design assignment. I was infected with Varicella (chicken pox) two weeks ago so my reason is acceptable. But too bad, my Year Tutor Mr. Cliff Brown wasn’t around. I need him to sign my form. Nevermind, I will see him by tomolo in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed to be productive today since I have no class. I wanted to do my OOMD assignment and finish it as soon as possible. Furthermore, I had to finish my Term of Reference and get my supervisor and 2nd marker to sign off. Lazy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Ocean’s 10 story, I’ve finish Chapter 3 and the title will be “Ocean’s 10: The 10 Future Millionaires”. I won’t be posting this chapter until I finish Chapter 5 or maybe I will post it by tomolo at 5pm Malaysia time. Hopefully, chapter 3 wont be publish later then Thursday. Chapter 4 is already 75% done. Won’t be telling you the title yet :p. Well, I feel that I dun wan to post it too frequent so that ya’all might get boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my outline abit on what is on chapter 3. This chapter will introduced the remaining crew of Ocean’s 10. All my Sunnyz Skyline and Zi-Bytes friend will be in the story. Since each team consist of 5 person, so it is only 10 people include me. I wanted to introduce my friends real characteristic as often as possible. Dialogue like "suckedker and f**kedker are often used during our social time in real life. I think maybe I will get Mike to say "yada yada yada yada" also :p. That is why it is Ocean’s 10 instead of Ocean’s Eleven. I also purposely used numeric for copyright sake :p. So it is not Ocean’s Ten but Ocean’s 10. As for the actress, I think I might use Aemy. I have imagined some script with Aemy and it kinda work well. But it kinda awkward if I imagine my story with Aemy. In the later chapter when she appears, you will know. Still, there is a thing I am afraid of. If Mashimaro or Aemy sees this, dunno they will kill me or not :p. Hopefully they don’t. Well, what you guys think? Should I put Aemy as the actress? I dun think I wanna put 33 on this. Dun feel like it :p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotto pen off and do my assignments. When I am stress out, I will continue my chapter 4. Stay tuned :p.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111463562141621556?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111463562141621556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111463562141621556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111463562141621556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111463562141621556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/procrastination-is-bad.html' title='Procrastination is bad'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111451269823525067</id><published>2005-04-26T11:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T11:51:38.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 11.30am, 30 minute before E-Commerce class</title><content type='html'>Well, just met my supervisor and discuss about my Term of Reference. Have to get it done by this week. Later on, next week have to organize a meeting between the 2nd marker and my supervisor to sign off my project. Well, it is lucky to have Michael Brockway as a supervisor. Really helping out. He even go and correct my TOR and resent back to me. Most supervisor will just ask you to redraft the whole thing. But he recorrected it and give back to me...how nice :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just seen Hitch, which copied from Elsen. Wah, really cool that movie :p. It is a must watch movie :p. Also, dun forget about Ocean's Eleven. It is a cool movie too :p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Ocean's 10, the 1st two chapter were 2 pages long. But the next chapter, which the working title "Ocean's 10: Recruiting Oceans" will be around 4-5 page long. This is because I have to start intro my crews and those will be from Zi-Bytes and Sunny Skylinez :p. As for the actress which was played by Julie Roberts in Ocean's Eleven, I had a hard time deciding it. Should I put Aemy?33?Ivy? or... or not to put an actress at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watch abit of Ocean's Twelve and I also decide maybe I would write a part 2 of Ocean's 10 which the working title might be "Ocean's 10-II". Why not I call it Ocean's 11? Well, just dun wan to mess up with the copyright :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to attend class now. See ya all :p. Stay tune to the next chapter of Ocean's 10 :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111451269823525067?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111451269823525067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111451269823525067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111451269823525067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111451269823525067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/tuesday-1130am-30-minute-before-e.html' title='Tuesday 11.30am, 30 minute before E-Commerce class'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111445639927665960</id><published>2005-04-25T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:13:19.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean’s 10: Lunch With Project Sponsor</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow. At drive-in MacDonald. Henry Pang was having his lunch at McD together with Vince and Batista. When Vince was telling Henry about his plan to rob a casino, Henry was so shock and yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY PANG: Lei de soh geh! Are you listening to me? You both of you nuts! I know about casino security then any man alive. They got camera, they got watchers, they got locks, they got timers, they got vault. They got enough arms personnel to occupy Tampin (While chewing his MacChicken). Ok, bad example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: It never been tried. (Very convincing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY PANG: (Babbling) Oh, ho, ho, It never been tried. You guys are pros, the best. I am sure you can make it out the casino. Of course less we forget, once you out the front door, you are still in the middle of the f**king desert.(Took a few fries and eating it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: You’re right. (Looking at Vince.) He is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Henry you’re right. Our eyes is bigger then our stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: (Pretending to be loss spirit.) That is exactly what it is. Superior ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY PANG: Yea, yea, yea, bla bla bla (while chewing the fries.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Thank you, for lunch. (Wiping his hand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: This MacFillet is delicious. (Wiping his hands as well.)&lt;br /&gt;(Both Vince and Batista stands up and preparing to leave.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Sorry we bother you.&lt;br /&gt;(Both Vince and Batista walks away and heading to the main door. Before Vince and Batista reach to the main door, Henry felt curious and asked Vince)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY PANG: Look, just out of curiosity which casino that you geniuses pick to rob? (Still holding the MacChicken and going to eat it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Both Vince and Batista look back to Henry. Batista remind Vince with a low voice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: The Genting Casino. (In a very low voice while wiping his sunglasses.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: The Genting Casino. (Both begin to leave again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By this point, Henry was so shock until he dropped his MacChicken on the floor. He immediately looks at Vince and Batista)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY PANG: That is Lim Goh Tong’s casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Is that right? (A very blur face *pretending.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: That’s right. (Convincing voice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry stands up and walks to both Vince and Batista which is now standing near the entrance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY PANG: You guys (while approaching to Vince and Batista.). What you got against Lim Goh Tong?&lt;br /&gt;(Henry now is standing in front of Vince and Batista.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: What you have against him, that’s the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY PANG: He torpedoes my side income. He has requested the government to ban all illegal bookies. Furthermore, he himself will officially open a bookie business, suckedker and f**ckedker. Don’t think I don’t see what you doing. (Looking at Batista then switch to Vince.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: What are we doing Henry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY PANG: You gonna steal from Lim Goh Tong, you better goddamn know. This sort of thing use to be civilized. You hit a guy, he whack you, done. But with Uncle Lim, in the end of this, he better not know you’re involved, not know your name or think you’re dead because he’ll kill you. And then he gonna work on you. (With a frightening voice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: (Walking nearer to Henry). That’s why we gonna be very careful. Very precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: And well funded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY PANG: Yea…you gotta be nuts too. And you gonna need a crew as nuts as you are. (Walking nearer to both of them.) Who do you got in mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111445639927665960?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111445639927665960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111445639927665960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111445639927665960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111445639927665960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/oceans-10-lunch-with-project-sponsor.html' title='Ocean’s 10: Lunch With Project Sponsor'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111439761379227392</id><published>2005-04-25T03:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T03:55:24.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean's 10: Arrival of Vince Ocean</title><content type='html'>KLIA, Malaysia. Vince Ocean walking thru the customs checkpoint and showed his passport to the officer. The officer flipped his passport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMS OFFICER: Wah, pergi UK 1 tahun buat apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Oh, takde la, belajar saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMS OFFICER: Belajar apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Belajar menjadi con-artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMS OFFICER: Artist? You jadi artist? (Looks very unconvincing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: (Thinking to himself) Typical idiot can’t even differentiate between a con-artist and an artist. (Talking to the customs officer) Acah saje, belajar komputing dekat UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMS OFFICER: Oh, ingat kan jadi artist (sarcastic smile).&lt;br /&gt;(The officer scans his passport and let Ocean thru.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRIVAL STATION. Rusty Batista was waiting for the arrival of his partner, Vince Ocean. Vince Ocean saw him and walked to his Perodua Kenari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Hey bro, still with this piece of junk? (Giggling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Well, you can always get a Taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: No, no, your Move will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Come on, hop in.&lt;br /&gt;(Rusty Batista helping Vince to load his baggage into the MPV. Then they drove to the highway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: How’s life in UK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Well, if it is a wonderful life, would I come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Where to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: My house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Not Shangri la hotel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: If you pay for it, I don’t mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Nah (showing his middle finger to Vince)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Well, cut to the chase. Still remember the plan I told you on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: You sure you gonna do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: It never been tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA:…(Dull face.). I need a reason. Why do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Why not do it?&lt;br /&gt;(Batista still look unconvincing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Because yesterday when I fly back to Malaysia after losing a year of my life in UK. Then I realize something. A house always wins. Play long enough and you never change the stake the house takes you. Unless, when the perfect hand comes along and you bet big and then you take the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: What the f**k you are talking about? The script seems like from a movie I know.(wondering).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Suckedker, I been memorizing this script like shit and you said you dun understand? Never mind, I just want to know you are in or not?&lt;br /&gt;(Batista is thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: This is the chance of a lifetime my bro. Take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Alright, alright, I am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Suckedker, I talk so long only convince. Ok, like I have said on the phone, we need a number of crews and must be well funded. Have you contacted Henry Pang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: Yeap, asked him to meet us at the drive-in MacDonald near the highway by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINCE OCEAN: Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY BATISTA: I wonder what Henry will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111439761379227392?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111439761379227392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111439761379227392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111439761379227392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111439761379227392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/oceans-10-arrival-of-vince-ocean_24.html' title='Ocean&apos;s 10: Arrival of Vince Ocean'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111439738666495880</id><published>2005-04-25T03:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T03:49:46.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie craze</title><content type='html'>Nowaday I am craze about Ocean's Eleven and several other movie. Right now, I am planning to rob Genting Casino. My crew will be recruited from Sunny Skyline and Zibytes. They will be known as Ocean's 10 :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I got lotsa assignment to settle. Well actually 4. The nearest will be Object Oriented modeling and Design, which must be submitted by 29th of April. But I have requested an extention due to my chicken pox infection :p. The next will be a TOR and Analysis report for my supervisor on my "suicidal" project. Then my Project Management project and my E-commerce assignment. Shit. Need to kautim this fast and have some time to write my Ocean's 10 :p. Atlantis story will be put on-hold for the moment for Ocean's 10 :p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my condition, my chicken pox is beginning to subside and I am attending class on Monday. My parent send me a box of chinese medicine compromise of pearl powder for me to consume. It said to be used t cleanse my body toxin. Thankz mom and dad :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got to go now. Alios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111439738666495880?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111439738666495880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111439738666495880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111439738666495880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111439738666495880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/movie-craze.html' title='Movie craze'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111404032265242335</id><published>2005-04-21T00:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:16:37.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Naruto Character Test</title><content type='html'>Well, I took this test to see which character I am suited. It turn out to be Jiraiya. As I already suspected. I find this character has the same perverted attitude like me :p. Furthermore he is one of the Sannin in this anime. My favorite character hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/mkm/jiraiya.jpg"&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111404032265242335?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111404032265242335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111404032265242335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111404032265242335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111404032265242335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/naruto-character-test.html' title='Naruto Character Test'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111402100346028560</id><published>2005-04-20T19:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T19:16:43.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Water</title><content type='html'>You won’t believe what had happen on me. Yesterday, as usual, I went to the shower and wash up like what I did in every morning. Actually, I didn’t really wash my hair properly when I had chicken pox because the pox was all over the scalp. This time I wash it properly with Dove 2 in 1 shampoo :p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brush my teeth 1st. half way, someone knocked my door and I ask who it is. He said he is the plumber and wanted to check if there is water. So I wash up and open the door. He said it will just take a few second. Later on, he left and I start to take my lovely shower. Wash my hair like I never washed before :p. I’ve never cut my hair since I arrived to Newcastle. So, this long hair is kinda hard to wash. After that I wash up the shampoo and I think “Hmm, I think I wanna wash my hair again for the second time :p,”. Well again I wash my hair for the second time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily massaging my scalp, before that I never  wash my hair, too much chicken pox on my scalp, so irritating. Half way thru, the water from the shower stopped. I tried to turn the lever left and right. Still no water. I was like “SHIIITTTT, really like comedy where each time when people washing hair halfway, there is no water”. Damn…I tried opening the basin, also the same, no water. I used the cloth to wrap myself and go out and see if the plumber is still around. I saw Cat my hall mate and I asked her “Is there any water in the room?”. She said why and I said I was half way washing my hair. She gave a small laugh and went back to her room. Then I saw Linda the cleaner and I asked her what happen. She said the plumber is fixing the other bathroom and he closed the main water. It will be ok after 20 min. I was  like what? 20 min? How can u ask me to wait 20 min with the hair soaked with shampoo???. Shitttt…No choice, go back to my room and try to wash it with the basin. But it doesn’t go well…no choice, have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the funniest comedy event which really happens to me. I think to my self “Shit happens…”. After 20 min, when back to the bathroom and get my self clean up. Ciaoz :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111402100346028560?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111402100346028560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111402100346028560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111402100346028560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111402100346028560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/water.html' title='Water'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111386145335773133</id><published>2005-04-18T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T22:57:33.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first Battle</title><content type='html'>On Friday 8th April, is my first day wearing a bougu (Kendo Armor). I have joined Kendo for almost 2 ½ month only they allow me to wear an armor. The first few session, I have to relearn the basic. In my mind, I thought that “Nah. I have learned Kenjutsu for more then ½ year, I can do better then them :p”. Well the first few session, my collogues were impress on my skill as a beginner. Most of the students don’t even know how to properly hold a shinai(bamboo sword). Also, there are the footsteps which all practice must follow. I can do that with ease because I have done it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Kenjutsu and Kendo is not the same as I have realized. Kenjutsu, Ken=sword, jutsu=art means Art of the Sword. While Ken=Sword, Do=Way, means Way of The Sword. Kenjutsu is practiced by the ancient samurai pre-date the Meiji Restoration. It is practiced to kill an opponent. There was no grading like what Kendo did. Also, Kenjutsu preserved the original Japanese art of war. Kenjutsu is practiced with a bokken(wooden sword) or katana(steel sword) rather then shinai(bamboo sword) because the technique thought doesn’t work on shinai. This is because Kenjutsu is learning the art of cutting it enemy, not striking it enemy which Kendo did. Kenjutsu training largely consists of practising cutting technique and performing partner kata. For safety reasons, free-sparring is seldom practised with bokken or katana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Kendo is different, it is more like a competition based art. You have to wear a bougu which protects the head, throat, wrists and abdomen; these are the only legal targets. Although it is a free-sparring, you still need to follow the rules of striking. You can’t hit other unprotected part of the body. The first time I hold a shinai, I felt so weird because the length is much longer and the hilt is also longer then usual. I got one friend who wanna learn Kendo with me, her name Siska. She is more funny because since she is not tall enough ^_^, the shinai she hold is as tall as her…hahahahahaha. Nah, she is just 1 head taller then the shinai…still look weird ;p hahhaha. Anyway, although I have learned Kenjutsu back in Malaysia, still those techniques are mostly cannot be applied in here. Only the stepping and sword holding. And one more techniques which Sensei Arifin always used on me when I always cross my sword over the distance. It is useful but I am not fast enough. Still, I have to learn the basic like hitting the head, wrist, abdomen and some Kendo kata. I was so happy when finally Sensei Darren said “Next week, you get an armour”. Hahaha finally I can whack them :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am so ashamed that I dunno how to wear armour at all, luckily some friend helped to equip me. Well, I was so shock that when they hit my head, I felt the pain as if a stick is whacking me. I thought the armour supposed to protect me. I felt abit dizzy during the training. I was thinking “I wanna quit…”. Last few session was so shiok whacking their head and now I feel the karma…darn. Later, I learn to move my head tilt abit up, the shinai blow will land at my mask rather then my head. The mask is much more resistant compared to the upper head. Then ahh…finally I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the training, as usual, the free spar will commence. The Kendoka(Kendo people like me) will form a circle and 2 of any Kendoka will go into the circle and spar. Everyone will be the judge. If the blow land to the wrist, we shout it and the winner stays and the other will replace the loser. I was so scared to go but the other keep on insist that I go the next round. But I am smart as well :p, I wait till the junior level went in only I went in :p. Well, next battle was a junior like me. He is quite good in skills but not in rules. I fought him. Usually, the battle are like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Both strike, you will win if your blow hit his area and his blow miss u. Or both blow miss or both blow hit, mostly we will go front and lock each other, and step back. Or I strike faster before he even commence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first battle, he keep on attacking me without even giving me space to go back, distance is important, until the sensei shouted “Yame(stop)” and ask him to keep his distance, not killing me :p. Then the next fight, I won when I strike more faster then him at the chest. The next opponent was the senior rank Kendoka. But he was easy…The first strike I landed at his chest before he even strike me. I was thinking, damn lucky I was :p. The third opponent, I forgot who it was but I manage to defeat him when I strike his arm, I think he was another senior as well. But the last I will always remember. She was a junior rank but more senior compared to me. Our strike mostly draw. I was so exhausted, I wanted to win by both draw and both are replaced :p. But too bad, I lose when she strike at my wrist before I can do anything. I lost to a girl…&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few round, I re-enter to the circle and challenge the senior again. But too bad, I lost this time. My blow miss and he hit my wrist. Battle conclude. But my head is spinning after been hit so many times at the upper head, broken toe nail and leg ache. Also, every fight, we have to shout out which I known as “Ki-Ai”. I dunno what that is but if I dun shout…people will tell me “use ur Ki-Ai”. So, Kendo is very exhausting…Looking forward for my next battle: p.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111386145335773133?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111386145335773133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111386145335773133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111386145335773133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111386145335773133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-very-first-battle.html' title='My very first Battle'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111313421141102401</id><published>2005-04-10T12:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T12:56:51.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Surprise Birthday</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday 23rd March 2K5, at around 9pm, after my Kendo class, I went back to hall and rest. I open my MSN and begin loitering around. Suddenly, Fahmi came and knock my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahmi: Hey Yoyo, come la we play Warcraft at Zach place&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: Harh? I haven’t eaten and bath also.&lt;br /&gt;Fahmi: No need la, just come.(very insisting)&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: Dun wan la, I wanna bath 1st.&lt;br /&gt;Fahmi: Nvm, gimme the key and let me in 1st, is freezing outside.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: Alright, (passing him my key)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came into my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: I go bath 1st, u wait at my kitchen ok?&lt;br /&gt;Fahmi: Alright, be quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bath, change into pajamas, and went to the kitchen packing my Maggi Mee. Then packed my laptop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahmi: You cook your mee at Zach place la.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: Alright,alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to 4th Floor to Zach place. Fahmi keep on discussing the strategy we both need to apply went playing with Zach and Nafin. In my mind, I am so into the strategy and trying to find any opening in that strategy. When I reach to Zach room. I knock his door. No one answered. Then I joked that maybe Zach and Nafin are “gaying” :p. When reach to the kitchen, he still did not answer. I told Fahmi they are indeed gaying. Then when they open the door, Atlantis Ravens + The Larches + Leena already there singing happy birthday song with one cake and Nafin holding the lighter as candle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that time, I was like, wahh…I kena punked….darn…I am so shock…hahahahaha. I never thought of having any birthday party or something. I never even thought of my birthday. My Sunny Skylinez and my family called me and wished me happy birthday days ago. But here…wah I dunno wat to say anymore. I was wearing my pajamas and carrying 3 packs of magi mee and my mouth is holding the fork :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had grilled chicken, spaghetti, curry and rice. Furthermore, Nafin also got me a bottle of Jack Daniel. They also make me wear a curly hair wig. Well, will pose the picture when I got time :p. After the meals, we played some games like cho dau di. After that we plan to go clubbing :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that all about it. Next Chapter on Clubbing in Newcastle. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111313421141102401?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111313421141102401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111313421141102401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111313421141102401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111313421141102401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-surprise-birthday.html' title='My Surprise Birthday'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111313416761036328</id><published>2005-04-10T12:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T12:56:07.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary of March</title><content type='html'>There was a trip to Edinburgh, Scotland this month. It is a very beautiful city compared to Newcastle. Well, it is more space and more old buildings and the scenery is way better compared to Newcastle. But too bad, we have less time to travel the entire city, so I just went to Edinburgh Castle and explore with Emay and Tok-Jun(A Korean fren I knew from English Class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter holiday came. 3 weeks of rest. Got a crazy supervisor assigned to me. Well, he is abit weird fellow. His name is Dr. Dave Harrison. His appearance is similar to Gimli of LOTR. Really, no jokes. When u talk Java with him, he will curse you. A weird fellow with weird personality. But I liked it. Since I am weird myself ;p. But too bad, I have been reassigned to a new supervisor. Haih…wanted to be with weird person but fate dun let me to… My FYP is a suicide gaming project known as Combat Simulator. Something like a simple Warcraft but it is AI. Well it is a big bet I made which I hope to win a lot:p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have our own trip to Leeds. Leeds does not have a lot of scenery compared to Scotland but Leeds is for shoppers. The stuff they sell is cheaper compared to Newcastle. But before the day we go there, me, Nafin and Fahmi did not slept the whole night. The bus leave at 6am so we played Warcraft till 5am and prepare ourselves. It took 2 ½ hours to reach Leeds. I felt sleepy at 11am…I sleep on every chair I find. I even can sleep when I was standing…that tell you how sleepy I am. But after 3pm, I think I “slept” enough and I have full energy to travel again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We explored the whole city at 8pm and decided to stop at a huge bookshop(size of MPH) and kill time. Our bus leave at 11pm so we decide to kill time by reading books and have some Starbucks café. At 10pm, we walk to the bus stop and wait for our bus. While waiting, there was a drunk fellow keep staring at our group. We all sit at the stairs and I was at the 2nd row. Well actually if he wanna fight, we got 6 guys and 4 girls. Can easily “eat” him but still we are foreigners, dun wan to make a lot of trouble, we left him. Zach, a black belt Tae Kwan Do master is the bravest guy who stare him back when he walk pass him at a very close distance. But the drunken fellow also abit scared when all of us suddenly stand up. Nah, he is just drunk… When the bus came, we hoop up and on the way home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to Tynemouth to visit the Tynemouth Castle which is where Harry Potter been film. But too bad, Wednesday, the castle closed. Nevermind, we took some picture on the other scenery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wanna summarize my frens again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlantis Ravens&lt;br /&gt;Me, Zach, Fahmi, Nafin, Laavan &amp; Siska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Carina + Fio &amp; Ming&lt;br /&gt;Carina, Daryl and Christian + Fiona and Ming&lt;br /&gt;China Guys&lt;br /&gt;Ross, Bert, Huang Yan, and Sheng Nan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendo Colleagues&lt;br /&gt;Darren(sensei), Garvin(maybe sensei?) Barry, Mitt, Janice, Matthew, Bo, Peter, Dennis, Sara, Paul and a lot more which I dunno the names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expansion Set&lt;br /&gt;Thamin, Sinca, Omar, Leena, Okia, Elson, Philippines gangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Larches&lt;br /&gt;Maya, Freddy, Adi and Irene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hall mates&lt;br /&gt;Darren(not the kendo), Jay, Liam, Laura, Cat, Jenny, Rebecca, Ben, Natalie[Well, some are living at different halls but always hangout in my kitchen]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Lankan&lt;br /&gt;Chamara, Charith, Nuwan and Subash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corner House Gang&lt;br /&gt;Tze Kheng, Kho Sing, Shereen and Patricia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cross my fingers again and hope that I did not leave anyone. Also, even though I group it, still we are friends :p, just wanna make a story which called as Atlantis Expedition Team:p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stories about clubbing and my birthday are coming soon :p.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111313416761036328?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111313416761036328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111313416761036328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111313416761036328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111313416761036328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/summary-of-march.html' title='Summary of March'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111284158086428163</id><published>2005-04-07T03:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T03:39:40.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary of Feb</title><content type='html'>Well, during the CNY, I have celebrated with my frens at Laavan kitchen in Stevenson Building. We had steamboat and I made the chicken rice :p yee. After that, we had a bottle of Martell. Me, nafin and zach had it in my room. We were drunk and talk cock from 11pm till 1 or 2am. Then someone complaint to the house manager and the house asst. went to my room and ask me to lower the noise. Well, we finish the bottle and decide to continue talk cock at the outside :p. We walk till the Millennium Bridge at the Tyne river. Still talk cock. Then walk back around 5am. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Day of Chinese new year we had another dinner at Nafin place. He stays in Lovaine Flat, just next to my Lovaine Hall. We ate fried chicken and spaghetti. Then we played a special game known as “Black Magic”. Well when I come back I will teach you how it works :p. It is very fun. U needs two people who know the rule in order to play.  Let call them X &amp; Y. 1st X will hide somewhere. Then Y will remain with the audience. The audience will choose any object for X to identify. Let say Vincent choose a spoon. Then X come out and X will know what I choose base on the random pointing by Y. Well, kinda lazy to give ya the detail, but I will play with u guys when I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around 1 or 2km to a place called Bykers. There has another Morrisons which sells more cheaper then the Safeway Morrisons in the city. But it is a bit far from my hall. Still, money is at stake, so have to walk also. Well Bykers Morrisons is much more bigger and have more goods compared to the one in the city. And it is cheaper too as I have said. Shop for around 6- 7 pound. Can last for 10 – 14 meals. Since I consume 2 meals daily, I think it can last for a week. In the morning I only ate 2 ½ boiled egg, which is more then enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it only snowed during February. The winter season almost end but it snows. I heard during the beginning of winter on December, it never snowed. Zach woke me up at 8am, I was like “wtf? I slept at 5am…” But when I open my curtain and look outside, it was all white. Zach, Fahmi and I went out and played Snow War. It was damn fun. We also tried to build a snowman but failed  too bad :p. But the snow didn’t last long, on the afternoon, all snow melted. The next day was abit snowy but it didn’t pile up like yesterday. Well, only had fun with the snow once…well hope to see winter again :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let summarize the friend I have met in Newcastle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian&lt;br /&gt;Zach Wong, Laavan, Leena, Fahmi, Adrian [HF0371], Emay, Elena, Carrie, Kwok Yong, Kid, Justin, let cross my finger that I didn’t miss any :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian&lt;br /&gt;Nafin, Siska, Sinca, Fiona, Ming, Freddy, Maya, Adi, also crossed my finger :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;Carina – I think only one hong kong people I met :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;Christian, Daryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippines&lt;br /&gt;Marq, soree I only remember his name…still got 4 more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China&lt;br /&gt;Bert, Ross, Huang Yan, Sheng Nan, Bo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Lanka/Bangladesh and India + Pakistan(if any)&lt;br /&gt;Chamara, Charith, Nuwan, Subash, Thamim, Omar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England&lt;br /&gt;Darren, Jay, Rebecca, Jenny, Laura, Cat, Ben, Mit, Barry, Matthew, Peter, Janice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazilian&lt;br /&gt;Pelicano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand&lt;br /&gt;Pom, Mo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Again, I crossed my finger and hope I didn’t miss anyone( I think I do miss someone out) Well, hear me “Even though you are not located in my brain, but my heart still have you”. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I will post March Summary, Atlantis Mission Report, Gateway SGC Report, and maybe some word of wisdom(crap) or specific event :p. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111284158086428163?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111284158086428163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111284158086428163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111284158086428163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111284158086428163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/summary-of-feb.html' title='Summary of Feb'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111266758979967465</id><published>2005-04-05T03:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T03:19:49.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlantis Mission Report #S1 01</title><content type='html'>I awoke from hyper sleep and went to the computer to check the destination. To my shock, we have crash landed into an ocean. The shield was activated to protect the sea from crushing into the ship. But not all part of the ship were protected, some part is already been flooded. To my surprise, we have traveled for 21 month instead of 15 month of hyper space. The logs seem to be corrupted because most of the data couldn’t be access. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among 200 team member who participate this expedition, only a handful of 57 survive and still on the ship. The remaining members seem to be ejected by the ship using EEV (Emergency Evacuation Vehicle) or killed in the flood. Dr. Gordon Freeman, the expedition leader is still with us, while the military advisor, Brigadier General Alex J. Summer is not to be seen. It was assume that he is also ejected into the EEV because his hyper sleep chamber was ejected. The biggest concern I have is the power source. The level of power remain is very less and Dr. Freeman said that if the power fails, the shield will fail and the ship will be flooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of a way to escape, it is by dialing to Atlantis address and see if we could establish a wormhole. That was the only way to escape. Lucky for us, the wormhole was successfully established. We send an M.A.L.P to check the viability. The result from the M.A.L.P was good and we decide to move all the personnel and all the equipment to Atlantis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Atlantis, all the light just went on by its own, seems like if it detect any life signs, the city will be awake. The stargate is located in a room which seems to be a control room of some sort. We evacuate what we can from the ship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Atlantis city is powered by three ZPM (Zero Point Module), a powerful generator which draw energy from sub-space. After a while of exploring the city, I’ve found out that the city is indeed underwater sea, like what Plato has described. The city itself have a powerful shield generator which stopping the ocean from crushing city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am the ranking officer among the Colonial Marines, I have self appoint as the new Atlantis Security Force Commander for this expedition until General Summer have been found. In the mean time, the scientist is trying to understand the surrounding of this city. A few computer experts have been assigned to recover the corrupted ship log in order to know what happen to the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colonel Vincent MacLeod&lt;br /&gt;(Commander of Atlantis Security Force)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casualties&lt;br /&gt;- 13 member were KIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military&lt;br /&gt;Private Jim Harper&lt;br /&gt;Private Victor McFly&lt;br /&gt;Lance Corporal Anna Diel&lt;br /&gt;Staff Sergeant Kenneth Lee&lt;br /&gt;Sergeant Major Iwamoto Wakabayashi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civilian&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Robert Brown&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Chen Ka Shing&lt;br /&gt;Dr. West Muck&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Alex LaMothe&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Bennett McRobb&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Rose Wong&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Latif Abdullah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other members are presumably MIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111266758979967465?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111266758979967465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111266758979967465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111266758979967465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111266758979967465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/atlantis-mission-report-s1-01.html' title='Atlantis Mission Report #S1 01'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111266718285161095</id><published>2005-04-05T03:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T03:13:02.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary of January</title><content type='html'>Well, on 24th, I walked around the campus to familiarize myself. On the way, I saw my high skool senior. Her name was Emay and I couldn’t remember at all :p. It was too long ago liao since I left highskool. Well she was with another girl called Fiona. Well I forgot what problem Fiona got but she need to call someone and needed small change. I borrow her 5 pounds and she said she will return it back to me by 3pm at Londis( a small shop similar to 7-Eleven back in Malaysia). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question like “why you will borrow 5 pound to someone u dun even know?”. Well I think based on my expertise on judging a person on the 1st shot, I guess Fiona is trustable, so I borrow lor. If she wanna con me then no choice, means that my judging skills and those psychology babbling I always did was just “talk cock” :p. Later on I bring Emay to walk around the city coz I have already explored it yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2pm, Adrian(APIIT HF0371 classmate) called me and said he has arrived to Lovaine Hall as well. Then I go look for him, he told me he stay in 2nd Floor Room 36. Then I bring walk around and locate Chinatown. We found it and have a lunch at Charlie’s Buffet, run by the Chinese with all Chinese dishes. It cost 5 pounds per person. Then we head home and end of day 24th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning which is supposed to be my Orientation day but seems to be shift to next day, after some Sri Lankan classmate I met yesterday who told me that the class was shifted to 26th. Still, in order to confirm it, I went to the School of Informatics with Adrian to confirm this. Well, Ellison building is compromise of School of Engineering and Technology, School of Informatics, School of Applied Science and maybe Psychology. It is too big and we got loss. Still we manage to find our skool and ask the one of the Englishmen I saw. He said that the Orientation will begin tomolo, and he hand me the timetable. Well, again as usual polite me :p, I shook his hand, thank him and introduced myself. But the irony is, he did not say welcome and din even tell me his name. I begin to think maybe their name are too secretive or their all shy with their lousy names, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Adrian walk around the city to find the marketplace for us to get daily food. On the pass few days, I always see people carrying plastic bag full of goods. The shop name marked on the bag was known as Morrisons. So, we ask around and try to find it. And finally we found it. Morrisons item are cheaper compared to Mark &amp; Spencer items. Well I know M&amp;S is darn expensive back in Malaysia. But it is abit far away. End of day 25th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is the day where I will start my orientation. My entire classmate are foreigner, none are local. They are compromise of Malaysia, China, Singapore, Sri Lanka, India, Spain, Brazil, Indonesia and Pakistan. Remember the Englishmen I told you? He is Gerhard Feringer, our course programme Leader. Well, who cares :p I finally got to know the name :p. On the 1st day it self, the fire alarm was triggered. We all have to move outside and wait for clearance to go back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP, well that was the suckest thing, dunno what to do. Dunno who is good supervisor or lousy supervisor. But the best thing is, I am on a new game. My old result does not count and all my result are reset. In here, I have the freedom to choose any subject I want to learn. Unlike APIIT where all subject is allocated. I choose to learn OOD and E-Commerce. Well, end of days and next week will be the 1st class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Jan. Btw, I'll post some of my imaginative mission report later on :p.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884507-111266718285161095?l=vincentsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111266718285161095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884507&amp;postID=111266718285161095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111266718285161095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884507/posts/default/111266718285161095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincentsjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/summary-of-january.html' title='Summary of January'/><author><name>Vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418624483007785458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884507.post-111241015330886555</id><published>2005-04-02T03:47:00.000+01:00</published>
