<?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-19622256</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:44:39.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KeanoSaga</title><subtitle type='html'>Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up.
It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.
Every morning a lion wakes up.
It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.
It doesn't matter whether whether you are a lion or a gazelle.
When the sun comes up, you better start running.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19622256.post-8968862958521357899</id><published>2008-03-17T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:34:56.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Singapore - 13 Days</title><content type='html'>This post is all typed by ME! Not copy and paste de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completion of my attachment, and that space of time before Fusion, been going back to school almost everyday. Whenever people ask, "thought you already finish everything liao, how come still need to go back school?" Well, one of the reasons is to work on the F1 project. But the main reason is to go back school find friends, macham gathering like that, and also for viwawa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the end of the Fusion up till now, already stopped going back to school everyday. Taking the time to rest at home before the Japan trip, cos, after I come back, will only be able to rest for another 1/2 days before starting work at NYP. Gonna be working as a temp staff there before going off to serving the country. Also, been taking quite abit of time reminiscing about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember my secondary school days. People always say, that the friends you make in secondary school, will more likely than not become your life-long friends. How true. Still remember so vividly all the kuku stuff we did back then. All our early morning classroom soccer games, singing chinese version of the school song,  ECS, in-between chapteh/sepak-takraw/toilet excursions, fitness corner (swinging from the low rope, climb up low wall, climb up monkey bar sit), sneaking out of school for lunch before extra lessons, bowling sessions during O level prelims...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will forever remember sneaking out of school for lunch. After 4yrs in the school, its not exactly hard to start feeling sick of the canteen food, thus, during sec4 that time, always sneak out of school for lunch. Kena caught quite a few times as well, but all the time we were just let off. But got one incident, I believe will forever be etched in my memory. There was this once, while we were eating at the coffeeshop opposite ABC supermarket there. Eat halfway, saw one group of teachers come over. Can't quite remember who all of them were, only remember got Chen Tat Wei, cos he was the only one that approached us. That time really thought, finish la this time, kena discipline committee teacher some more. But he came over and act friendly with us, tell us no problem, they understand this and that, but still ask us for our class., but say he won't tell anyone. Liar! Don't know how many people he told, but all of us know he told our chemistry teacher, Ramesh. Next day in class, when ask people to answer question, auto ask, "those 4 boys who were caught eating at the coffeeshop yesterday, please stand up." And then proceeded to make jokes of us, Shifeng the shi fu teach us how to eat, than me steal qing food eat, no wonder he so skinny.... Fond fond memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the O levels, out of the 7 of us, 5 decided to go JC. I decided to go for the poly route. Nowadays, I really like looking back and admire the change since my 1st year in poly. The only 1 of the 7 that went to NYP, the other poly guy went to SP. Away from all my friends, forced to adapt. Also, timing of holidays almost always different. Whenever I on holiday, they most probably still having school. So what do I do with that time? Go work part time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and looked for waiter job, cos I know, waiter job got shorter hours compared to working in sales. Worked at Ajisen ramen(hate it) as well as Raku Ninja. Raku somehow makes my time at Ajisen seem pleasant. At Raku, I was scolded, ordered around, criticized, made to wash dishes, work as kitchen helper, all for just $5/hr. Thats why after during the last semester break, I decided to not work anymore, instead, to really enjoy my holiday. That was also the period before 4 of my secondary school buddies enter NS. Every morning we went to the gym, went for lunch, every night Talk Cock Session, as well as the countless outings and good food eating, and also the outings with Alvin they all. At least I had the chance to appreciate what it feels like to really enjoy holiday as a poly student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of that holiday, went on to year 3, lessons first, and after, final year project and attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my FYP, I got the chance to work on NYP's Singapore F1 project. Whenever everyone hears about it, most probably will go, "woahhh F1 wor, so cooool." It sure sounds cool, but the blood, sweat and tears aren't. A 4man team, but 1man working. I was the first batch that worked on that project. Everything had to be built up from scratch, all the buildings and landmarks, experimenting and researching on how stuff works and all the plug-ins needed. The number of times I had to stay overnight in school to work. The most memorable of which was the day before the Singapore Tourism Board came to visit. In order to rush out one of the landmarks I was working on, I stayed overnight without a permit. Because I didn't have the permit, I was chased off by the Technical Officer and threatened, yes THREATENED, to leave. I went to hide somewhere waiting for the coast is clear phone call from my friends. Managed to get it out in time for the visit. BUT, guess who takes the credit, not me, the school. I hated that project. Countless times I approached Olivier asking him to pull me out of the project, only to be denied time after time. Another requirement of the project was that I had to go down personally to the different landmarks and take videos to use as reference material. So there I went, with camera in hand. And, almost everywhere I went, I was confronted by the security guard. I guess I can't blame them, I believe I looked like a terrorist, taking pictures of every detail of those places. And every time, whenever I look over at the other studio and see the projects done, projects that are directly relevant to what we were trained for. And seeing people like Melvin Chow, who I always believe, doesn't deserve to be there. I mean, I had been working so hard throughout the 3years, burning the midnight oil on countless occasions, compared to someone who has been slacking all the way through. But then, you may wonder why I continued to work so hard, well, one of the main reasons is none other than grading. I want to get a good grade. I want to get a good enough GPA for me to enter a local university. Also, I was able to look forward to my attachment. Initially, I was supposed to be doing my attachment at Imagi. Its an animation house based all the way in HK and its the company that did the animation for TMNT. For a ninja turtles fanboy like me, having that opportunity was even better than strike TOTO. It means that my skills are recognized. Well, why do I say initially? Cos I did not get the chance to go there. Why? From what I heard, its because the company didn't want to spend money on an intern as they instead approached me directly and offered me 11,000hk for full time employment. Well, I can't take that offer up since my country needs me. When I received the news that I wouldn't be able to get that dream attachment, I literally felt like giving up. I saw no point in me working any longer more for that project. But still, I carried on and saw it through. There was once when I talked to Limly about my situation, and he told me something like, "we need to have good students in any of the projects, so in case there are slackers or whatever, there will always be at least one good student working and ensuring the project progresses, and most probably, Olivier sees you(that's me) as one of those good students" During the final presentation. We were blasted and criticized by the independent markers. Well, the project then really looked like crap. The sizes scaling was all completely wrong, the stuff that were done by the other people in the group looked horrible. Never in my 3 years in the school, have I been through something like that. And that feeling. I worked so hard, and I still had to pay because some idiots decide to just bochup about the entire project. There were, however, 4 events during that period that helped me in carrying on and moving forward, in chronological order, 1) THAT prata session, 2) Sheng's birthday celebration, 3) GMM autograph session and 4) my birthday(thanks for every thing guys). Oh, and not forgetting all the outings we had, where I was able to put aside everything and just enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After FYP, I was posted to Sparky Animation for my attachment. During attachment time, I still went back to school every now and than to kaypo on the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this saying, every gray cloud has a silver lining. Well, its true. On the last day of school, I returned to school to meet up with the rest of my course for dinner. It was also the day of the final presentation for the 2nd batch working on the F1 project. After the presentation, Olivier approached me and asked if I was willing to come back and help out on the project, to polish it up and such before Fusion. I was the only 1 from the first batch that got invited back. And also, he asked me about hows attachment and stuff. Told him that they had offered me to stay on and continue work, this time, paying me 1.5k per month. He claimed that it was too low. I than told him that I was gonna be working for Ken at $5/hr. He thinks its the rate of McDonalds. Thus I ask him if there was any chance I could come back and work. He checked it out for me. First, he told me that it would be hard, as it will need around 3months to process my application and such, and may therefore, leave only around a month or so before my enlistment where I can work. He could have stopped there and done nothing and I wouldn't blame him. But, he still went and found a way for me to return to work, as a temp staff, where all the application processing would be done internally. Woohoo! Also, I'm currently still working for Ken, as an event based part-timer. Ken was someone I knew through the F1 project as well. His maths by the way, is awesome. Salary can round up from $80 to $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stop here. This post is getting too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye Singapore, Hello Japan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-8968862958521357899?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8968862958521357899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=8968862958521357899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/8968862958521357899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/8968862958521357899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/bye-bye-singapore-13-days.html' title='Bye Bye Singapore - 13 Days'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-7750867601188117198</id><published>2008-03-16T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:39:58.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Wrong</title><content type='html'>That day count wrong, will be gone for 13 days instead of 12. Instead of posting another story, I post video ok? Must watch hor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ji5_MqicxSo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ji5_MqicxSo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/19622256-7750867601188117198?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7750867601188117198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=7750867601188117198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/7750867601188117198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/7750867601188117198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='Count Wrong'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-3985982237720143692</id><published>2008-03-16T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:34:10.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 1</title><content type='html'>start off with funny story ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prodigy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Primary School teacher was having trouble with one of her students. The teacher asked, "Harry, what is your problem?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the Primary 1. My sister is&lt;br /&gt;in Primary 3 and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in&lt;br /&gt;Primary 3 too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher took Harry to the principal's office. While Harry waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told the teacher he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the Primary 1, and behave. The teacher agreed. Harry was brought in. The conditions were explained, and Harry agreed to take the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "9"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "36"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it went with every question the principal thought a Primary 1 student should know. The principal looks at the teacher and tells her, "I think Harry can go to Primary 3."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher says to the principal, "May I ask him some tougher questions?" The principal and Harry both agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What does a cow have four of that I have only two?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Legs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?" (The principal wondered, why does she ask such a question!)&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Pockets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What does a dog do that a man steps into?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What starts with a C and ends with a T, and it is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?" (The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer...)&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Coconut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Bubblegum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What does a man do standing up, a woman do sitting down and dog do on three legs?" (The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer...)&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Shake hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Now I will ask some 'Who am I' sort of questions, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do." Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "A Tent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first." What am I? (Principal was looking restless and a bit tense)&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "A Wedding Ring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blow me, I feel good." What am I?&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "A Nose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver." What am I?&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "An Arrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K' that means a lot of excitement?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Firetruck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put this ass in Primary 6! I got the last 10 questions all wrong myself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-3985982237720143692?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3985982237720143692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=3985982237720143692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/3985982237720143692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/3985982237720143692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-1.html' title='Story 1'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-1099627398221168444</id><published>2008-03-16T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:33:48.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something to think about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story given below is quite interesting and really gives us an insight into DECISION MAKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of children were playing near two railway tracks, one still in use while the other disused. Only one child played on the disused track, the rest on the operational track. The train came, and you were just beside the track interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could make the train change its course to the disused track and saved most of the kids. However, that would also mean the lone child playing by the disused track would be sacrificed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or would you rather let the train go its way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a pause to think what kind of decision we could make.&lt;br /&gt;Most people might choose to divert the course of the train, and&lt;br /&gt;sacrifice only one child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think the same way, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Exactly, I thought the same way initially because to save most&lt;br /&gt;of the children at the expense of only one child was the rational&lt;br /&gt;decision most people would make, morally and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, have you ever thought that the child choosing to play on&lt;br /&gt;the disused track had in fact made the right decision to play at a safe&lt;br /&gt;place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, he had to be sacrificed because of his ignorant&lt;br /&gt;friends who chose to play where the danger was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of dilemma happens around us everyday. In the&lt;br /&gt;office, community, in politics and especially in a democratic society,&lt;br /&gt;the minority is often sacrificed for the interest of the majority,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how foolish or ignorant the majority are, and how farsighted&lt;br /&gt;and knowledgeable the minority are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child who chose not to play with the rest on the operational track was sidelined. And in the case he was sacrificed, no one would shed a tear for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend who forwarded me the story said he would not try to&lt;br /&gt;change the course of the train because he believed that the kids playing&lt;br /&gt;on the operational track should have known very well that track was&lt;br /&gt;still in use, and that they should have run away if they heard the train's sirens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the train was diverted, that lone child would definitely die&lt;br /&gt;because he never thought the train could come over to that track!&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, that track was not in use probably because it was not safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the train was diverted to the track, we could put the lives of all&lt;br /&gt;passengers on board at stake! And in your attempt to save a few&lt;br /&gt;kids by sacrificing one child, you might end up sacrificing hundreds of&lt;br /&gt;people to save these few kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are all aware that life is full of tough decisions that need to&lt;br /&gt;be made, we may not realize that hasty decisions may not always&lt;br /&gt;be the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember that what's right isn't always popular... and what's popular isn't always right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody makes mistakes; that's why they put erasers on pencils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-1099627398221168444?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1099627398221168444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=1099627398221168444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/1099627398221168444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/1099627398221168444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-2.html' title='Story 2'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-3223558425970934497</id><published>2008-03-16T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:33:34.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt; DON'T MESS WITH OLD FOLKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An older gentleman had an appointment to see the urologist who shared offices with several other doctors. The waiting room was filled with patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he approached the receptionist desk he noticed that the receptionist was a large unfriendly woman who looked like a Sumo wrestler. He gave her his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a very loud voice, the receptionist said, "YES, I HAVE YOUR NAME HERE; YOU WANT TO SEE THE DOCTOR ABOUT IMPOTENCE, RIGHT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the patients in the waiting room snapped their heads around to look at the very embarrassed man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He recovered quickly, and in an equally loud voice replied, "NO, I'VE COME TO INQUIRE ABOUT A SEX CHANGE OPERATION, BUT I DON'T WANT THE SAME DOCTOR THAT DID YOURS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19622256-3223558425970934497?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3223558425970934497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=3223558425970934497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/3223558425970934497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/3223558425970934497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-3.html' title='Story 3'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-7129532591106333799</id><published>2008-03-16T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:33:20.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;   &lt;!-- 16    --&gt;   90/10 Rules for all your happiness, prosperity and longeivity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi there, somethg to ponder on n evaluate our actions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover the 90/10 Secret: It will change your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 90/10 secret is incredible! Very few know and apply this secret. The&lt;br /&gt;result? Millions of people are suffering undeserved stress, trials,&lt;br /&gt;problems, and heartache. They never seem to be a success in life. Bad days&lt;br /&gt;follow bad days. Terrible things seem to be constantly&lt;br /&gt;happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theirs is constant stress, lack of joy, and broken relationships. Worry&lt;br /&gt;consumes time, anger breaks friendships, and life seems dreary and is not&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed to the fullest.. Friends are lost.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a bore and often seems cruel. Does this describe you? If so, do not&lt;br /&gt;be discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be different!. Understand and apply the 90/10 secret. It will&lt;br /&gt;change your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this secret?&lt;br /&gt;10% of life is made up of what happens to you.&lt;br /&gt;90% of life is decided by how you react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us. We cannot stop&lt;br /&gt;the car from breaking down. The plane may be late arriving, which&lt;br /&gt;throws our whole schedule off. A driver may cut us off in traffic. We have&lt;br /&gt;no control over this 10%. The other 90% is different. You determine the&lt;br /&gt;other 90%! How?&lt;br /&gt;By your reaction. You cannot control a red light, but you can control your&lt;br /&gt;reaction. Don't let people fool you, YOU can control how you react!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's use an example.&lt;br /&gt;You're eating breakfast with your family. Your daughter knocks over a cup&lt;br /&gt;of coffee onto your business shirt. You have no control over what just&lt;br /&gt;happened. What happens next will be determined by how you react. You curse.&lt;br /&gt;You harshly scold your daughter for knocking the coffee cup over. She&lt;br /&gt;breaks down in tears. After scolding her, you turn to your spouse&lt;br /&gt;and criticize them for placing the cup to close to the edge of the table.&lt;br /&gt;A short&lt;br /&gt;verbal battle follows. You storm upstairs and change your shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back downstairs you find your daughter has been too busy crying to finish&lt;br /&gt;breakfast and get ready for school. She misses the bus. Your spouse must&lt;br /&gt;leave immediately for work. You rush to the car and drive your daughter to&lt;br /&gt;school. Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed&lt;br /&gt;limit. After a 15 minute delay and throwing $60 (traffic fine) away, you&lt;br /&gt;arrive at school. Your daughter runs to the building without saying&lt;br /&gt;good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you forgot your&lt;br /&gt;briefcase. Your day has started terrible. As it continues, it seems&lt;br /&gt;to get worse and worse. You look forward to going home. When you arrive&lt;br /&gt;home you find small wedge in your relationship with your spouse and&lt;br /&gt;daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because of how you reacted in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;A) Did the coffee cause it?&lt;br /&gt;B) Did your daughter cause it?&lt;br /&gt;C) Did the Policeman cause it?&lt;br /&gt;D) Did you cause it?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is D. You had no control over what happened with the coffee. How&lt;br /&gt;you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what could have and should have happened.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee splashes over you. Your daughter is about to cry. You gently say&lt;br /&gt;"It's OK honey, you just need to be more careful next time". Grabbing a&lt;br /&gt;towel you rush upstairs. After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase. You&lt;br /&gt;come back down in time look through the&lt;br /&gt;window and see your child getting on the bus. She turns and waves.&lt;br /&gt;You and your spouse kiss before you both go to work. You arrive 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;early and cheerfully greet the staff. Your boss comments on how good of day&lt;br /&gt;you are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the difference? Two different scenarios. Both started the same. Both&lt;br /&gt;ended different.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because of how you REACTED. You really do not have any control over&lt;br /&gt;10% of what happens. The other 90% is determined by your reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some ways to apply the 90/10 secret. If someone says something&lt;br /&gt;negative about you, do not be sponge. Let the attack roll off like water on&lt;br /&gt;glass. You don't have to let the negative comment affect you! React&lt;br /&gt;properly and it will not ruin your day. A wrong reaction could result in&lt;br /&gt;losing a friend, being fired, getting stressed out, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you react if someone cuts you off in traffic? Do you loose your&lt;br /&gt;temper? Pound the steering wheel? (A friend of mine had the steering wheel&lt;br /&gt;fall off!) Do you curse? Does your blood pressure skyrocket? Do you try and&lt;br /&gt;bump them? WHO CARES if you arrive ten seconds later at work? Why let the&lt;br /&gt;blue car ruin your drive. Remember the 90-10 principle, and do not worry&lt;br /&gt;about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are told you lost your job. Why lose sleep or get irritated? It will&lt;br /&gt;work out. Use your "worrying" energy and time into finding another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane is late. It is going to mangle your schedule for the day. Why&lt;br /&gt;take out your frustration on the flight attendant? She has no control over&lt;br /&gt;what is going on. Use your time to study, get to know the other passenger,&lt;br /&gt;etc. Why get stressed out? It will just make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now know the 90-10 secret. Apply it and you will be amazed at the&lt;br /&gt;results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-7129532591106333799?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7129532591106333799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=7129532591106333799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/7129532591106333799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/7129532591106333799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-4.html' title='Story 4'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-6979617704597789014</id><published>2008-03-16T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:32:44.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wrong Number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi honey, this is Daddy, Is Mommy near the phone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Daddy, She's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Frank."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a brief pause,the Daddy says, "But honey, you haven't got an Uncle Frank."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I do, and he's upstairs in the room with Mommy, right now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, okay then, ...this is what I want you to do. Put the phone down on the table, run upstairs and knock on the bedroom door, and shout to Mommy that Daddy's car just pulled into the driveway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay Daddy, just a minute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later the little girl comes back to the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did it Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what happened honey?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Mommy got all scared, jumped out of bed with no clothes on and ran around screaming. Then she tripped over the rug, hit her head on the dresser and now she isn't moving at all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God!!! What about your Uncle Frank?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he jumped out of the back window and into the swimming pool. But I&lt;br /&gt;guess he didn't know that you took out the water last week to clean it. He hit the bottom of the pool and I think he's dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Long Pause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Daddy says, "Swimming Pool ????????......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this 6854-2598 ?????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-6979617704597789014?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6979617704597789014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=6979617704597789014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/6979617704597789014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/6979617704597789014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-5.html' title='Story 5'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-5423991378893245686</id><published>2008-03-16T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:32:22.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you handle adversity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A daughter complained to her father about her life and&lt;br /&gt;how things were so hard for her. She did not know how&lt;br /&gt;she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She&lt;br /&gt;was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed&lt;br /&gt;as one problem was solved a new one arose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled&lt;br /&gt;three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.&lt;br /&gt;Soon the pots came to a boil. In one he placed&lt;br /&gt;carrots, in the second he placed eggs, and the last he&lt;br /&gt;placed ground coffee beans. He let them sit and boil,&lt;br /&gt;without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter sucked her teeth and impatiently waited,&lt;br /&gt;wondering what he was doing. In about twenty minutes&lt;br /&gt;he turned off the burners. He fished the carrots out&lt;br /&gt;and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and&lt;br /&gt;placed them a bowl. Then he ladled the coffee out and&lt;br /&gt;placed it in a bowl. Turning to her he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Darling, what do you see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. He brought&lt;br /&gt;her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did&lt;br /&gt;and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to&lt;br /&gt;take an egg and break it. After pulling off the&lt;br /&gt;shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he&lt;br /&gt;asked her to sip the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She humbly asked. "What does it mean Father?" He&lt;br /&gt;explained that each of them had faced the same&lt;br /&gt;adversity, boiling water, but each reacted&lt;br /&gt;differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. But&lt;br /&gt;after being subjected to the boiling water, it&lt;br /&gt;softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile.&lt;br /&gt;Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid&lt;br /&gt;interior.&lt;br /&gt;But after sitting through the boiling water, its&lt;br /&gt;inside became hardened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After&lt;br /&gt;they were in the boiling water, they had changed the&lt;br /&gt;water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which are you," he asked his daughter? "When&lt;br /&gt;adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are&lt;br /&gt;you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about you? Are you the carrot that seems hard,&lt;br /&gt;but with pin and adversity do you wilt and become soft&lt;br /&gt;and lose your strength? Are you the egg, which starts&lt;br /&gt;off with a malleable heart? Were you a fluid spirit,&lt;br /&gt;but after a death, a breakup, a divorce, or a layoff&lt;br /&gt;have you become hardened and stiff. Your shell looks&lt;br /&gt;the same, but are you bitter and tough with a stiff&lt;br /&gt;spirit and heart? Or are you like the coffee bean? The&lt;br /&gt;bean changes the hot water, the thing that is bringing&lt;br /&gt;the pain, to its peak flavor reaches 212 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Fahrenheit. When the water gets the hottest, it just&lt;br /&gt;tastes better. If you are like the bean, when things&lt;br /&gt;are at their worst, you get better and make things&lt;br /&gt;better around you. When people talk about you, do your&lt;br /&gt;praises to the Lord increase?&lt;br /&gt;When the hour is the darkest and trials are their&lt;br /&gt;greatest, does your worship elevate to another level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg,&lt;br /&gt;or a coffee bean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-5423991378893245686?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5423991378893245686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=5423991378893245686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/5423991378893245686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/5423991378893245686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-6.html' title='Story 6'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-6450827159328939049</id><published>2008-03-16T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:32:06.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laughing at Pregnant Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman, several months pregnant, boarded a bus and sat opposite a young man, he smiled, and feeling embarrassed she changed her seat. But it was to no avail, for the young man smiled even more broadly when she sat down. Again she moved to another seat, he grinned and again after the fourth move, the young man just rolled up and roared with laughter. The woman complained and duly sued him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Well, young man, have you anything to say in your defense against this charge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man: Well, your Honor, when the young lady entered the bus, her condition was obvious. However, that did not prompt my smile, but she sat under an advertisement that read: "&lt;b&gt;Coming shortly - The Gold Rush Twins&lt;/b&gt;." The lady seemed indignant when I smiled and she got up and took another seat beneath a shaving stick advertisement, which read: "&lt;b&gt;William's stick did the trick&lt;/b&gt;." She moved a third time and sat beneath a poster that read: "&lt;b&gt;Sloane's liniments will remove swelling.&lt;/b&gt;" It was after she had moved her seat fourth time that I lost control of my merriment for the above was a slogan: "&lt;b&gt;Durex Rubber Goods would have prevented this accident&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-6450827159328939049?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6450827159328939049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=6450827159328939049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/6450827159328939049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/6450827159328939049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-7.html' title='Story 7'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-4464721363665829266</id><published>2008-03-16T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:31:54.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Troubles Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something for you hardworking people to think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job: (a flat tire made him lose an hour of work &amp;amp; his electric drill quit) his ancient one ton truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On arriving he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands. When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't help having&lt;br /&gt;troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, those troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the morning I pick them up again." Funny thing is," he smiled", when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-4464721363665829266?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4464721363665829266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=4464721363665829266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/4464721363665829266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/4464721363665829266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-8.html' title='Story 8'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-7259621513292172632</id><published>2008-03-16T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:31:34.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expensive Baseball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A woman takes a lover home during the day while her husband is at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her 9-year old son comes home unexpectedly , sees them and hides in the bedroom closet to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman's husband also comes home. She puts her lover in the closet , not realizing that the little boy is in there already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy says , "Dark in here."&lt;br /&gt;The man says , "Yes , it is."&lt;br /&gt;Boy - "I have a baseball."&lt;br /&gt;Man - "That's nice."&lt;br /&gt;Boy - "Want to buy it?"&lt;br /&gt;Man - "No , thanks."&lt;br /&gt;Boy - "My dad's outside."&lt;br /&gt;Man - "OK , how much?"&lt;br /&gt;Boy - "$150"&lt;br /&gt;Man - "Sold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next few weeks , it happens again that the boy and the lover are in the closet together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy - "Dark in here."&lt;br /&gt;Man - "Yes , it is."&lt;br /&gt;Boy - "I have a Wilson infielder's glove."&lt;br /&gt;The lover , remembering the last time , asks the boy , "How much?"&lt;br /&gt;Boy - "$350"&lt;br /&gt;Man - "Highway robbery. Sold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later , the father says to the boy , "Grab your gloves , let's go outside and have a game of catch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy says , "I can't , I sold my ball and my glove."&lt;br /&gt;The father asks , "How much did you sell them for?"&lt;br /&gt;The boy says , "$500"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father says , "That's terrible to overcharge your friends like that... That is way more than those two things cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take you to church and make you confess your greed."&lt;br /&gt;They go to the church and the father makes the little boy sit in the confession booth and he closes the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy says , "Dark in here."&lt;br /&gt;The priest says , "Don't start that sh** again , you're in my closet now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-7259621513292172632?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7259621513292172632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=7259621513292172632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/7259621513292172632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/7259621513292172632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-10.html' title='Story 9'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-4511895342691417640</id><published>2008-03-16T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:30:58.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:Black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out In Your Arms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene of ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water. We had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew came into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, "You are the kind of man who best draws girl's eyeballs." Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said "Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls." Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved Dew's hands aside and said, "You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company." Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together or, I was lounging before the computer, visualising Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slight joking way. "Suppose we divorce, what will you do?" She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Dew said to me. "He Ning, divorce her, O.K.?" Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. "I've got something to tell you". She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "Why?" I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me. "You are not a man!" At that night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions. She didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple. Our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, "He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?" This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, "I remember." "You carried me in your arms." She continued, "So, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning." I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. "No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce." She said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closed her eyes and said softly. "Let us start from today, don't tell our son." I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realised that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, "The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualisation of Dew became vaguer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell Dew about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, "It seems not difficult to carry you now." She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, "All my dresses have grown fatter." I smiled. But I suddenly realised that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. "Dad, it's time to carry mum out." He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, "Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old." I held her tightly and said, "Both you and I didn't notice that our life was lack of such intimacy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, "Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious." She looked at me, astonished. Then she touched my forehead, "You got no fever." I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dew. I can only say sorry to you. I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favourite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote. "I'll carry you out every morning until we are old."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-4511895342691417640?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4511895342691417640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=4511895342691417640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/4511895342691417640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/4511895342691417640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-10_16.html' title='Story 10'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-3326456748980149873</id><published>2008-03-16T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:30:29.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Tie, No Entry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A traveler became lost in the Sahara desert. Realizing his only chance for survival was to find civilization, he began walking. Time passed, and he became thirsty. More time passed, and he began feeling faint. He was on the verge of passing out when he spied a tent about 500 meters in front of him. Barely conscious, he reached the tent and called out, "Water...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nomad appeared in the tent door and replied sympathetically, "I am sorry, sir, but I have no water. However, would you like to buy a tie?" With this, he brandished a collection of exquisite silken neckwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You fool," gasped the man. "I'm dying! I need water!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, sir," replied the nomad, "If you really need water, there is a tent about two kilometers south of here where you can get some."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing how, the man summoned sufficient strength to drag his parched body the distance to the second tent. With his last ounce of strength he tugged at the door of the tent and collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another nomad, dressed in a costly tuxedo, appeared at the door and enquired, "May I help you sir?"&lt;br /&gt;"Water..." was the feeble reply.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sir," replied the nomad, "I'm sorry, but you can't come in here without a tie!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-3326456748980149873?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3326456748980149873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=3326456748980149873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/3326456748980149873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/3326456748980149873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-11.html' title='Story 11'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-4588000411745898916</id><published>2008-03-16T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:30:06.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 12</title><content type='html'>Saved the saddest story for the last....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 days together.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Tina are sitting in the park doing&lt;br /&gt;nothing, but just gazing into the sky, while all their&lt;br /&gt;friends are having fun with their beloved half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: I'm so bored. Just wish I have a boyfriend now to spend time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: I guess we're the only leftovers. We're the only person who isn't with a date now. (both sigh n silence for a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: I think I have a good idea. Lets play a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Eh? What game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Eem..It's quite simple. You be my boyfriend for 100 days and I'll be your girlfriend for 100&lt;br /&gt;days. what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Oookay..Anyway I don't have any plan for the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: You sound like you aren't looking forward to it at all. Cheer up. Today will be our first day and our first date. Where should we go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: What about a movie? I heard that there is a really great movie in theater now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Seems like I don't have any better idea than this. Lets move. (went to watch their movies and sent each other home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Tina went to a concert together, and Peter bought Tina a keychain with a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went shopping together for a friend's birthday present. Share an ice-cream together and hugged each other for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter drove Tina up onto a mountain and they watch the sunset together.&lt;br /&gt;When the night came and the moon glowed, they said sat on the grass gazing at the stars together. A meteor passed by. Tina mumbled something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 25:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend time at a themepark and got onto rollercoasters, and ate hotdogs and cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Tina got in the haunted house and Tina grabbed someone's hand instead of Peter's hand&lt;br /&gt;by accident. They laughed together for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 67:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drove pass a circus and decided to get in to watch the show.&lt;br /&gt;The midget asked Tina to play a part as his assistant in the magic show.&lt;br /&gt;Went around to see other entertainments around after the show.&lt;br /&gt;Came to a fortune teller and she just said "Treasure every moment from now on" and a tear rolled down the fortune teller's cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 84:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina suggested that they go to the beach. The beach wasn't so crowded that day. They have their first kiss with each other just as the sun is setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 99:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to have a simple day and is deciding to have a walk around the city. They sits down onto a bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:23 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: I'm thirsty. Lets rest for a while first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Wait here while I go buy some drinks. What would you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Eem...Apple juice will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:43 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina waiting for about 20 minutes and Peter haven’t return. Then someone walked up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Is your name Tina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Yes, and may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Justnow down there on the street a drunk driver has crashed into a guy. I think its your&lt;br /&gt;friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina ran over to the spot with the stranger and sees Peter lying on the floor with blood over his&lt;br /&gt;face and her apple juice still in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambulance came and she went to the hospital with Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina sat outside the emergency room for five and a half hours. The doctor came out, and he sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:51 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: I'm sorry, but we did the best we could. He is still breathing now but God would take him&lt;br /&gt;away from us very soon. We found this letter inside his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor hands over the letter to Tina and she goes into the room to see Peter. He look weak&lt;br /&gt;but peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;Tina read the letter and then she burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what the letter said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina, our 100 days is almost over. I had fun with you during all these days.&lt;br /&gt;Although you may be greedy sometimes and less thoughtful, but these all brought happiness into my life. I have realize that you are a really cute girl and blamed myself for never taken the time to knowing that. I have nothing much to ask for, but I just wish that we can extend the day. I want to be your boyfriend forever and wish that you can be beside&lt;br /&gt;me all the time. Tina, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: (sobbing) Peter. Did you know what was the wish I made on the night there was a meteor. I&lt;br /&gt;asked God to let us last forever. We were suppose to last 100 days so Peter! You can't leave me! I LOVE YOU, but can you come back to me now? I love you Peter. I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;As the clock struck twelve, Peter's heart stopped&lt;br /&gt;beating. It was 100 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;- END -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'LL BE BACK TOMORROW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-4588000411745898916?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4588000411745898916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=4588000411745898916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/4588000411745898916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/4588000411745898916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-12.html' title='Story 12'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-4415997973691699729</id><published>2008-03-10T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:45:22.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Information Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;Another Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother used to talk to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person - her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. "Information Please" could supply anybody's number and the correct time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first personal experience with this genie-in the-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there didn't seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the foot stool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information Please," I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Information."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody's home but me." I blubbered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you open your icebox?" she asked. I said I could. "Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk, that I had caught in the park just he day before, would eat fruit and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called "Information Please" and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was unconsoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in." Somehow I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day I was on the telephone. "Information Please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Information," said the now familiar voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you spell fix?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was 9 years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home, and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half an hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information, Please." Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well, "Information."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't planned this but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed. "So it's really still you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered "Information."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Sally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you a friend?" She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, she said. Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Paul?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me read it to you." The note said, "Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-4415997973691699729?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4415997973691699729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=4415997973691699729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/4415997973691699729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/4415997973691699729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/information-please.html' title='Information Please'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-3510315167653283563</id><published>2008-03-02T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:04:47.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aycu31.webshots.com/image/45110/2002167648611519525_rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://aycu31.webshots.com/image/45110/2002167648611519525_rs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-3510315167653283563?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3510315167653283563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=3510315167653283563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/3510315167653283563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/3510315167653283563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/toilet.html' title='Toilet'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-569718754113520712</id><published>2008-03-01T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:32:57.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;Was it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the open field in a war, an air strike begins. The planes shoot a rain of bullets over the field and the soldiers are ordered to return back to their front. Two friends, who always stood aside in life are fighting back to back, as they always did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://politicalbetting.com/upload/US%20bombers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://politicalbetting.com/upload/US%20bombers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;They run back to their front without looking back and one of them throws himself in the front. He turns around to face his friend, but he can't see him. With a puzzled face, he looks back at the field and sees his friend laying 50 feet away; he got hit. He immediately looks for his commander and with a trembling voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, I want permission to go back and get my friend". The commander, already frustrated with the sudden attack:"Are you crazy? Don't you see the attack? There is no way you can make it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldier, unwilling to give up:"Sir, I insist." Commander answers with anger:"Your friend is probably dead anyways, soldier. I can't risk anyone else. Stay where you are".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldier, trying to prove his determination:"Sir, I take all the responsibility. Let me go". Commander, too busy to deal with a stupid soldier trying to be a hero waves a firm hand:"Do what ever the hell you want. I'm not responsible for your corpse".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldier, with a smile of gratitude jumps on the field with no hesitation and by a miracle, runs through the rain of bullets, picks his friend up and returns to the front. He puts him down and the medic checks his pulp. With a startled look he speaks the words he always hated:"He's dead".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commander, following from a distance, yells to the soldier:"I told you. Now, was it worth it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldier, with tears in his eyes speaks to himself:"Yes,sir. It was worth it." The soldier is nothing but sure it was worth it, because when he ran back to his friend, he was still alive, and his last words were:"I knew you would come back".&lt;br /&gt;&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/19622256-569718754113520712?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/569718754113520712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=569718754113520712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/569718754113520712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/569718754113520712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-story.html' title='Another Story'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-8711677834915058662</id><published>2008-03-01T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:33:43.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lai Lai... Share Story</title><content type='html'>Long long post ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell story time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very touching story. Must long post and must fast fast post... bo bian ma, copy and paste lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story start liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very beginning, girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background and the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?" As the guy is not good with his words, this often causes the girl to be very upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that and the family's pressure, the girl often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endures it in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated and decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl agreed, and with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in and agreed to let them get married. So before he leaves, they got engaged. The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love thru emails and phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice... The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to loss her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry, it's still just silence cry that accompanied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same, except for the ringing tone of the phone. This pierced into her heart every time it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know and not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions and millions of reply, countless of phone calls. All the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying... The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new environment, the girl learns sign language and started a new life. Telling her everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came and told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed and her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. Girl was shattered. When she opens the letter, she saw her name in it instead. When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. "I Love You." With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Treat every relationship as if it's the last one, then you'll know how to give.&lt;br /&gt;*Treat every moment as is it's the last day, and then you'll know how to treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- END -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;够 long 吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-8711677834915058662?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8711677834915058662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=8711677834915058662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/8711677834915058662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/8711677834915058662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/lai-lai-share-story.html' title='Lai Lai... Share Story'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-5273941217317747661</id><published>2008-02-25T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T07:48:43.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>List of all the kuku things I did in Poly</title><content type='html'>List of very LOL things that I did during my 3year poly life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 1&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Playing with lift&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite hobbies during year 1 whenever we got tutorials at Blk L level 6. 9 of us would go in, then all squeeze to the front when the lift reach level 5. When the people outside look in, the lift will look macham like its full. Yea, we are selfish and childish, but it was fun. Stopped playing that when got once the door open, but dunno why for long long time never close, think is the button got problem. Then the outside people of course see long liao know inside is empty. In case you don't know, that lift can easily fit more than 20people comfortably. Next formation we did was to "line" the perimeter of the lift, then push ourselves against walls, to create as much space as possible for people to come in. So, this time when the lift open door at level 5, got one girl go ask her friend, "why they stand until like that ah?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Using Bahasa Melayu to communicate&lt;br /&gt;Used to refer to each other as abang and Limly as cikgu. Limly even got acknowledge during one of the maths lectures as us  Even used malay when we order food from Food Junction. Last time I used to only eat from 3/4 stalls inside the old Food Junction. The mini-wok and the Donna hot pan. Go Donna hot pan order "curry ayam tak vege" and then go mini wok order "nasi goreng".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Use cheat code to order food&lt;br /&gt;Since we always go Food Junction eat, and only eat from the same stalls, it didn't take me long to discover that in-order to get the best deals, need to use cheat code one. For example, Donna hot pan, after order food, will ask you want to add egg anot, costs 50cents. And every set meal comes with a serving of cabbage. I don't take cabbage, cos cabbage I eat liao will puke. So, if I tell the auntie I don't want the vege, she will replace with an egg. Pro hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Delayed on finding a member to join our team for first 3 week project as TD. In the end kena Zili and suffer for 3weeks. "1 course, 2 specializations" my ass. On presentation day go talk so much and delay everybody time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. second semester studio project. Must incorporate live action with CG. We decided to put emphasis on live action. So went for outdoor shoot. Under the f**king hot sun for 2hrs. Kena sun burn + whole day no mood do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 3&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Following AC "guidelines" when doing assignment. In the end come out look like shit. After reading Jeremy Birn book than know all the stupid stupid mistakes I made. So now end result look, less like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Taking photos of team-mates doing kuku stuff during FYP and BK-ing them. Working my ass off for the project and to have other people take credit for your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Going back to school to help with my FYP project even though I know it was the worst 12weeks for my life + I will be free labour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-5273941217317747661?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5273941217317747661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=5273941217317747661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/5273941217317747661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/5273941217317747661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2008/02/list-of-all-kuku-things-i-did-in-poly.html' title='List of all the kuku things I did in Poly'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-4520304640783941161</id><published>2007-08-18T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:04:51.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Entry</title><content type='html'>Not sure why I doing this now. Bored? Maybe. Been how long since my last entry? Who knows? Don't expect anyone to read this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to talk about? I don't know myself. Maybe just make things up as I go along? When I first got into blogging, I was in Year1. Now, already final year, going to start on the Final Year Project on Monday, which is, 2 days time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember in year1 time, noob noob. Don't know anything. Still remember the first person who talk to me was, YeeHowe. Sat next to me at the atrium area, and talked loads of anime stuff. All I could do was nod and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have changed since then. Last time I was one of those bottom few in terms of grades. Still remember one C++ programming test, got the lowest in my class. Then we were still joking that someone like Andy, who just typed out and printed the question out to screen, got even higher grades then me. I started to learn on my own by studying and re-learning the whole of C++ through my textbook, and I got  B for that module. Next semester, I followed with the same strategy, by studying mainly through the book. Result? I got and A. Gabriel Tang Chee Chew is a lousy lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much things have changed. My first semester in NYP, my GPA was only 3.2. For my previous semester, I believe I got something like 3.8 or something. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upload some screen shots from a recent project. Those part that I did.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gClwiD95k2M/RsXbJWYa-II/AAAAAAAAAAc/OqdKhqNW07I/s1600-h/terrain1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gClwiD95k2M/RsXbJWYa-II/AAAAAAAAAAc/OqdKhqNW07I/s320/terrain1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099723106740271234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gClwiD95k2M/RsXa2WYa-HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jpBtbGkg7M0/s1600-h/seashot2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gClwiD95k2M/RsXa2WYa-HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jpBtbGkg7M0/s320/seashot2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099722780322756722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gClwiD95k2M/RsXaymYa-GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XuAXRodj_9w/s1600-h/seashot1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gClwiD95k2M/RsXaymYa-GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XuAXRodj_9w/s320/seashot1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099722715898247266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, most probably you know that in poly, especially in my technical direction specialization, there are 2 guys that I treat as my best friends in Poly. Mainly because last time we came from same class. And came into this specialization as the minorities, because only got the three of us. Well, for all the group projects we did up till the most recent one, we have been grouping together. This most recent one, we split up. Even though I was still teaming up with one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gClwiD95k2M/RsXbJWYa-JI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ORIa87QYnG4/s1600-h/andy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gClwiD95k2M/RsXbJWYa-JI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ORIa87QYnG4/s320/andy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099723106740271250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this last screen shot? This sequence was left out for the, so called final version of the clip. Thing is, we had to submit one our final clips last last friday. And this sequence was done by that friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen was, we were not able to finish our clip in time, so, lecturer was rushing, because he wanted to end the class and such. So my friend decided to go talk to the lecturer in order to buy some time for us. We were in another computer lab doing compositing of the rendered stuff. My friend left his stuff with the guy doing the compositing. When he tried opening my friend's file, there was nothing there, so, because there was no time left, he decided to cut his sequence from the clip. Imagine how my friend felt when he saw the clip. And it so happens, got someone in the team quite 看不起 my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can see he really devastated, and he left school alone earlier than the rest of us. You see, my friend is those kind of slack slack type. But for this project, he really very 卖力. At the start of the project, he told me, that for this project, he wanted to do something that he could take pride in, something that is his, something that is good. Its true that he really very 平命 for this project. Last time project, not that he never do anything, he is those kind that bring DVD to school watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked the rest of the group members and asked them to go back school the next week to polish up the project, and also, to add that friend's part in. And later that evening, I went and talked to the lecturer. And asked him if he willing to grade the clip that we were going to submit one week late. He said should be no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was chatting with CH, the other 0501 original. Chatted very long. How long? I believe till around 3am? Well, its true that the 3 of us, we really need to look out for each other. We 0501 originals. Good to know that we share the same thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to end this long post with something that I quite proud of. My visual art final assignment. We had to create an advertisement editing different images using photoshop. This is my final product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gClwiD95k2M/RsXbJmYa-KI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TxkvcsBt3rU/s1600-h/assignment4_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gClwiD95k2M/RsXbJmYa-KI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TxkvcsBt3rU/s320/assignment4_final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099723111035238562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me so happy with it is because got people ask me, "你改了什么?" Means I did a professional job? Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the original image.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gClwiD95k2M/RsXbJmYa-LI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ffCQFB0Y_II/s1600-h/undertaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gClwiD95k2M/RsXbJmYa-LI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ffCQFB0Y_II/s320/undertaker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099723111035238578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-4520304640783941161?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4520304640783941161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=4520304640783941161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/4520304640783941161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/4520304640783941161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-entry.html' title='Blog Entry'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gClwiD95k2M/RsXbJWYa-II/AAAAAAAAAAc/OqdKhqNW07I/s72-c/terrain1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19622256.post-115349215790710309</id><published>2006-07-21T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T20:32:05.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"What does being a good team player mean to you?"</title><content type='html'>This was one of the questions asked during my Wednesday Comms skill test. Had to give a "textbook" answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, if I was given a chance, the answer I would have written would have been something like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a good team player means knowing ones role in a team. That means, we should only focus on our specific tasks. Thus, a good team player should never kaypo in other team-mate's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case study --- Brazil WC football team&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of a good team player is Rollnaldo. His role is a striker, and he sticks to this role religiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stays upfield all the time, refusing to return to a defensive position to help out the defence no matter what. This shows what a superb team player he is. He doesn't go back and kaypo in the defenders' business, and thus, ensures that he won't get in the way of his team-mates.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, he stays in the exact same position od the field for the full 90mins of the match. Not only does this little thoughtful act mean that Rollnaldo will never get in the way of his team-mates, it also means that his team-mates will know exactly where he is if they wanna pass him the ball. How brilliant is that? Therefore, this meant that he finished the whole tournament as &lt;strong&gt;Brazil's top goal-scorer with three goals!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone remeber 1998? Back then, Rollnaldo was not a good team player. Although, he was the player of the tournament, we will remember him for having fits just before the match. Thats because he was thought he was a one man team. Thus, he over-exerted himself, and thus, fell ill before the final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. He makes sacrifices for his team. He purposely puts on weight, so that ppl will laugh and joke about him. Thus all the pressure will be out on him, instead of his team-mates. This is called, maturity, and not just the makings of a good team player, but also, a natural born leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a poor team player in the team. His name is Ronaldinho. He thinks the whole team revolves around him. We see him running all over the place. So, what was his contribution to the team? &lt;strong&gt;0 goals&lt;/strong&gt;. Case closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say, we should get FIFA to make Rollnado the player of the tournament, Instead of the violent Frenchie who enjoys headbutting ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-115349215790710309?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/115349215790710309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=115349215790710309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/115349215790710309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/115349215790710309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-does-being-good-team-player-mean.html' title='&quot;What does being a good team player mean to you?&quot;'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-115320021977084360</id><published>2006-07-17T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:23:39.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup 2006 Final</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday was the World Cup Final. After 4yrs of wait. Yes, the wait started frm the last World Cup Final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to get the rest to come out and watch together. But most of them buay steady one. But them, I rly dun wanna watch the biggest match in the world alone at home, lonely, like some ppl who got no friends, who like to call ppl faggot when he ish the real faggot whose name ish wang zili who is as big a faggot as the worlds biggest faggot and should be killed by all other faggots because his actions as a faggot brings disgrace and shame to all the other faggots in the world. Used the word "faggot" 7 time in a sentence. Cool. Anyway, was trying to console myself for having to wait for another 4 yrs by PCC-ing myself dry before Qing came and told me that he going his fren hse to watch. Then I tagged along. Abit wierd, cos 1) I dun that fren for his, only saw him once or twice, and now going his hse to stay overnight. But, then, like this year's slogan, WC 2006, Time To Make Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Qing at Yishun MRT first, den went to YCK to wait for the others. On came Benjamin. This guy I oso dun know one, cos oso frm YJC one. Think only saw him twice nia, that time go watch Harry Potter, and the other time when go watch the Sheng chinese drama where he was the gay in the little red shorts. Then oso waited for our host, Fahizul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 7-11 to stock up on food first. Bought instant noodles, but not those normal flavour, but instead, LorMee flavour. Ever heard of it? Doubt so, but really ish got this flavour. But jus wanna try la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk a long stretch of road, and along that road, for some reason, dunno who dunno say wad, den got the word "aoi" come out. "aoi" ish a special word, because it allows two almost complete strangers to open up and talk til macham know each other for very long time. For best results, it should also be used together with other words such as "sora" or "yua" or "aida" and depending on one's age, sometimes "Campus Pornstar" can oso be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road was indeed damn long, and thus the topic soon changed to ghosts and such. Where Qing started to talk about smelling frangipani, like that time when we were walking towards the resevoir. Abit buay kiasi lor, cos by that time already 12+am, den we were talking about those things while walking those horror movie style roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached Fahizul's hse. The LorMee still quite nice lor, or rather, not as bad as I expected. The match was oso, umm, more exiting than expected. And oso, when watching together with frens, alot of liitle little things oso can laugh til like wad. Even a close-up on Barthez or any action from him can laugh til like wad. This, oso after Zidane got send off, we were all laughing at Barthez the captain. And thus, I was supporting France cos I wanted to see Barthez lift the World Cup. This will show the whole world that miracles do come thru, cos even clowns can win the World Cup. But, too bad, Italy won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the match will forever be remembered for Zidane's headbutt. When ppl talk about how great a player Zidane was in ten years or so, ppl will be talking abt this headbutt. Its like when we talk about Maradona now, we talk abt his hand of god. Its rly sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the match, went slp liao. One hr later, wake up le, den watch  CNA, which got the WC special. Den got ask viewers to call in to give views. I called in, but then was very high, so make til macham a joke like that. The operator said will call me back, which it did, after the whole damn show finished. Was in the shower, so nvr answer the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole day I was very high. When in school, saw the Homies nia, went straight towards Karkar and headbutt him. Went inside lecture hall, den when Heber walk in, started imitating his idiotic laughter as well as taunting him. In homie language, its known as poking. I hate him and he knows it. If I'm lucky enuff, the whole cohort hates him. I hate him so much ish cos last time the mock interview, ask me to tell story. Den that day I rly poke him till I beleive he wished he was nvr born. I tell you, I ish gonna poke him til he dies, That asshole. Oso, when Zili came in, I started chanting "faggot", "faggot". I dun like him, none of the homies like him. We all wished he was dead. The rest of the day was spent headbutting ppl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rmje1zk7SQk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rmje1zk7SQk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://content.ytmnd.com/content/1/2/5/125e067ac32841a86fc20e71015e584b.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://content.ytmnd.com/content/1/2/5/125e067ac32841a86fc20e71015e584b.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-115320021977084360?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/115320021977084360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=115320021977084360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/115320021977084360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/115320021977084360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup-2006-final.html' title='World Cup 2006 Final'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-115186001254089759</id><published>2006-07-03T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T10:06:52.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27hrs</title><content type='html'>Two nights ago, WC quater-final first match, Germany vs Argentina. The game that was billed as the most anticipated match of the quater-finals. So, watching alone at home dun look at all tempting. Thus, decided to ask Qing whether he got go Mac watch the match anot. Den invited Sheng to the msn conversation. Sheng dun watch soccer one, but tot maybe cos that day special ma, so asked him, thus inorder to have him watch with us, I suggested that come my hse watch lor. At the same point, sms-es were coming in thick and fast, CK oso suggested to come my hse watch, while YY at first rather reluctant, changed his mind when I told him that venue changed to my place. But jus after confirming with me he wanna come, YY changed mind, twice. First to say he dun wanna come. But den, watching a match together rly more song, which got him to change his mind. Needed to go move TV, my room TV spoil, so nd to go move the TV from the living room to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the MRT to meet them first, den went to my hse there the Shop and Save to buy drinks. Came back jus in time for the start of the match. But the quality of the images when the antenna put in my room very grainy. But still can see where the ball ish and all la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blardy boring match. So, ain't gonna tok abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After match, we went for supper, roti prata. Yesh, my hse there got 24hrs prata stall, very good. By the time the match ended, we were only left with 1hr for prata before the second match start. But decided that not watch the second match oso nvr mind, cos sure very boring one, all cos of one nation -- Italy. So, brought soccer ball to supper, so after that can go play. Prata very funny. When we reached there, got no seat, so just as we were considering tao pao back to my home, got one table got vacated, jus for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got served by this old guy. He dun nd to use pen and paper one. Got very gd memory. Seasoned veteran. So, we were generally impressed and laughing at other noob prata waiters who nd to use pen and paper, including the one at Jalan Kayu. Prata took a long time to come, and not only that, the order oso wrong. WW ordered one egg prata, but was given an onion one. Not only that, in the end, the bill oso wrong, give discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 kosong&lt;br /&gt;2 onion&lt;br /&gt;1 teh halia &lt;br /&gt;1 teh&lt;br /&gt;1 milo&lt;br /&gt;1 teh peng&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;$9.70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story? Nvr try to act smart. But then, the prata very nice la, very crispy and all. Too bad the curry abit diluted. Think ish cos late le, den they scared run out of curry, so wad ever they have left, they dilute it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Qing suggested exploring the hill nxt to the prata stall. But, after living in that area for 18yrs now, the stories you hear abt that hill ish enuff to scare the crap out of anyone. Silent Hill...lol. Oso, by then, it was already 0245am liao. So, instead, we went Shop and Save again to buy drinks. My hse there Shop and Save oso 24hrs. Everything 24hrs. The neighbourhood that nvr slps... wooo. Proceeded to the street soccer court opposite the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got alot ppl there sial. Did not expect it cos, it was no doubt, 3am liao. The fact that there were ppl there playing basketball and street soccer. Heck, we saw a few sexy chiobus playing netball in shorts so short you think they were better off in panties. Ok, jus toking cock. The whole place was empty. Wasted at least a minute of ur time didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole place empty. Played our style of football. That ish, comedy night style. Not Wei Cong's play-so-serious-til-macham-win-le-got-prize-like-that style. Our stlye, to enjoy the game. It was oso den that I found out that with my current fitness was so bad, I starting getting hallucinations of losing out to Teddy at NAPFA, but then, Teddy was rolling, instead of running for his 2.4km run...lol. Play awhile tired le. Den went and leant against the boards. Wrong move, cos tio the fibreglass thing. Thats why I feel that the architect very stupid, cos ppl go there sure will lean against the board, den all will kena the stupid fibreglass. No wonder normaly oso no one go there play one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back up soon after, but by then only left second half to watch. But the match turned out to be better than expected lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, decided to go see sunrise instead of slping. Walk over to the lower seletar reservoir. Instead of a leisure early morning stroll, dunno who decided to expose my unfitness by suggesting an early morning run. Nearly died. So, walked infront of the rest, so as to set the pace. But YY die die oso wan to run, den keep trying to overtake me. The route to the reservoir ish those macham horror movie type one. Got those dark dark forest, and oso got one part, got the sweet scent of flowers. Its not as girlie fairy tale as it sounds, cos everyone knows that frangipani = wad. Was rly scared. For those assholes who wanna laugh and say humchi, I believe that if you were there, you wld have pee-ed in ur pants. Oso walked past this construction worker hotel. Hotel maybe too gd a word to use, cos the standard of living there mus be quite low. Thus, sometimes its hard not to sympathise for this workers. They come all the way frm India or China, and work so hard jus for measly amts. Not only that, they gotta put up with racists aunties who scare their children with images of this mangalas. For example, "dun anyhow run, wait the mangala catch you den you know". Thus, alot of us grow up with the impression of them as monsters who kidnap children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic. After countless hrs of walking, finally reached the destination. But then, turned out cannot see wad shit oso. Instead nua-ed there all the way til 7+ den go for breakfast. Took alot of pictures as well too though. And got sing-along session oso. But by then, think CK already KO-ed le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went for breakfast at Blk 400+ there. And for the first time in my life, had breakfast, even before I slept or even brushed my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went home and slept le. 27hrs without slp. Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-115186001254089759?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/115186001254089759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=115186001254089759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/115186001254089759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/115186001254089759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/07/27hrs.html' title='27hrs'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-115132772390239321</id><published>2006-06-26T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T06:15:24.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chokeslam!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/ChokeslamBIGSHOW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/ChokeslamBIGSHOW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, school reopen le. Damn sian lor. Dun even got time to rly sit down and rest. Oso no time to play game, at most one day only play a few matches WE10 nia. All cos of World Cup and assignments lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today school start le, nd to hand in assignments liao. Advanced CompG -- obj loader. Actually, this shld be easy lor. Considering the fact that the lecturers say that we have done it before last semester. But the fact ish, I got no memory of it? Or the fact that Kane ish lying? Dun think so ba. Teachers nvr lie one hor? But hor, it seems that everyone else oso cannot rmb ever doing any obj loader last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, of course got mass leeching going on lor. Especially from 03 and 04 they all lor. All same copy, one fucker do finish le, will seed to all other fuckers in his class. But for us, dun have such genius. At least got Justin. But hor, ish still incomplete one. Only got dots nia. But cannot complain la, even if give me one century to do, oso dun think I can manage to do it lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually hor, in the end, the assignment folder got alot of other ppl's copy. But because of I ish got integrity one, so I nvr take and copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian la, tok abt this things only make everybody sian nia. Instead, shld show videos instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lfPh9AIVtlI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice the fact that the frog's penis ish obviously visible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I4ImFGJRRoE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Chelsea players are all assholes. Everyone shld support ManU instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-115132772390239321?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/115132772390239321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=115132772390239321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/115132772390239321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/115132772390239321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/06/chokeslam.html' title='Chokeslam!!!'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-115051798006175135</id><published>2006-06-17T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:38:11.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Sick Sick</title><content type='html'>Been sick for the last couple of days. But instead of resting and recuperating at home, I chose to go out, but go eat 大餐. First day was Thursday, woke up with quite sore sore throat, den already abit wanna die, so after waking up, went back to slp again, wanted to wake up at ard 1 to inform Homies they all that I not going to eat with them liao, but 1pm le nvr wake up, only til when KarKar called le den noticed the time. So, sorry ar, paiseh, paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night went for class gathering, went to Marina for steamboat. Finally seeling better, or so I tot. Met the rest Qing they all at Yishun first, den went NTUC to see odds, but in the end nvr buy, wanted to buy Ecuador win, but then Qing wanted to buy Costa Rico win, so in the end, nvr buy. Rly regret, cos Ecuador won, summore ytd wanted to buy, but oso, haix, nvr buy, so now rly cannot buy le, cos all the "sure wins" all odds low till very sad le... So, all in all, this World Cup, won $16.70, not bad, at least ish +ve amt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic. Class gathering, haix, only got 11 ppl went, den out of the 11, 6 of them ish our own ppl, me Qing, CK, WW, Kel, YY. When reached Marina, saw Danny, who was boasting that he always watch football til 5am, dne nvr slp or wad, like last time sec 4 like that, til now oso nvr change. In the past(before a test or exam) he wld ask someone, "hey you know wad I was doing last night?", den "I was watching football til 3am in the morning". Dun laugh it true. But den, since I got the antenna, I oso every night watch til 5am, and you dun see me boasting abt it. Oso Danny boasted that if England were to win the WC, he wld swallow ball, wad kind of ball he nvr say, but den, now hoping England do win jus to see him swallow ball, jus as long as its not fishball...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of MRT station, dun nd to say, got mobbed by Ping Xian ppl. The auntie, keep asking us to go with her bus. Of course, all of us still rmb the first time we got owned by them. Two of our comrades tio dunno wad virus and suffered from fever and LS, which ish scary. So when the auntie say that if her food not nice, we can scold her. Actually, if rly wanna scold, dun know whether she can take it anot. Den she keep saying that I ish the BOSS, obviously, I ish not the BOSS, the BOSS ish YY, aka, Mao Brother(毛哥). Of course not so stupid as to go with her la, cos in the end went to Chong Pang. Didn't rly eat much, cos was rly sick, so eat abit nia feel full le, not as in full but, rather eat til sian liao. Den walked all the way back to the MRT station, bad idea, cos it only worsen my condition, but, didn't care to think so much back then. Den on the way, forgot still got girls with us, since they walking infront, den started to sing song using A-Do style, I got sore throat, so my voice rough rough one, summore my hair long long, can be A-Do, and oso got sing OPSS sch song, in Chinese that ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the MRT then I felt fever coming, at first, still dunno wad, only feel giddy giddy, den head like very heavy, can jus drop off frm my neck and use to play bowling...lol. Went home and watch England match, den the fever came le, quite high I can feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, ytd, woke up very late oso, cos so sick, didn't feel like waking up. When finally woke up, had breakfast, breakfast consisting of 2 panadol pills. Cool, cool. Den went out le. Went all the way to Qweensway to buy bag, not I buy, but Sheng buy. But in the end, nvr buy, so I pulled everybody go Bugis to take my $$ frm yesh, imho the most fucked up thing in the world. Ajisen. And then, I saw something that I nvr should have seen, I saw, GMM.... Wad thing official spokesperson for Ajisen. Nearly jus break down and died. But cannot forget my real mission. To go get my money back. Den Vixen, say the money at office, there, but as we made our way to the office, cannot help but feel, how come Ajisen that type of company GMM oso wan to endorse, pull down her image nia. Shld bring her go for kitchen tour, den ask her again, whether she still wan to endorse anot. Jus hope that this thing will not last long... Well, on the way to the office, recieved call from Ajisen Bishan, who said my $$ was with them. WTF? Playing monkey with me ar? One bitch tell me $$ at the office, another bitch say $$ with them? Bitches. Wad you gonna do nxt? Some things are better left unsaid, but believe me, I will go to alot of forums toking abt this. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dun tok abt bastards anymore, jus spoils everyone's day, doesn't it? So, lets tok abt dinner. Went dwn this stretch of road which got alot of shops one, den got some wanted to eat steamboat, but I keep saying dun wan, cos honestly, the tot of steamboat, rly made me wanna vomit. In the end, went to Suntec one corner to slack. Den I suggested that we should turn and face the north-west and open our mouth(西北风). In the end went pizza hut for dinner. First ish to go take the soup. Took chicken soup. Tio owned, it sucks. But the rest who took it said it was not bad, so maybe cos I sick, so tot it tasted like shit? Maybe. When the pizza came, appetite oso got better, so I was the first one to take a slice for myself. Ate quite slow, cos gotta maneuver the pizza til comfortable position to swallow, otherwise the sore throat will come and complain. Went for the second slice, den rly wanted to vomit out. Seafood pizza, ahhhhh!!! Then on, no mood to even go for a third slice even though still got a few slices left. But by then, already very full, which ish funny, cos, its like like Kel said, it was the first time I declared full. So, instead of eating another pizza, went to drink another bowl of soup. This time, drank the summer vegetable one, but after a few mouthfuls, oso felt like vomiting out. So for the rest of the day, whenever I tot or smelt or saw food, I felt like vomiting, which ish rly, the first for me, cos in the past, even if I ish sick, my appetite will not suffer one, thats why now my size like that...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we constantly look for places where we can take photos, not as in look for place got nice nice background to take picture, but rather, somewhere to take picture whereby we wun need to ask other ppl to take for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, wanted to go over Bugis to watch football. Was quite looking forward to it. But then dunno why, Sheng they all saw the jersey colour of Argentina as red. But no matter how I saw, the colour still dark blue. Watch awhile only all sian liao, so bo pian, can only go home and watch the last 15 mins of the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reach home, jus on TV nia, Tevez scored, 5-0. Den soon after, Messi scored, 6-0. So, at least still got to see 3 goals. 1 at Bugis, 2 at home. Looking forward to tml, got France vs Pride of Asia, Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;The Pope is German, God is Argentine&lt;/em&gt;" -- Diego Maradona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-115051798006175135?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/115051798006175135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=115051798006175135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/115051798006175135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/115051798006175135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/06/sick-sick-sick.html' title='Sick Sick Sick'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-115026056392977114</id><published>2006-06-14T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:49:24.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>WC already 5 days past liao, 14  matches gone le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This WC for me, will probably be the most memorable one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first WC I had chance to watch, 1990, too young to know wad's football. 1994, have vague memories of it, though was only the Snickers chocolate with the doggy mascot on it. 1998, not rly supposed to stay up late. 2002. Only had chance to watch frm the quater-finals on, cos of some stupid company called Starhub. But back then, WC wasn't on PPV, so jus nd to get the stupid set-up box, den subscribe to the sports grp can le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time ard, wanna watch WC? Go to Starhub, jus for $15.75, you can watch all 64 matches live! Big BUT here, you see, in order to qualify for this 'promotion', u nd to be a current sport's grp subscriber, which, obviously, I ain't, cos I dun nd Starhub to watch EPL, I got Super TV(chiong SCV). So, the price will be, $26.65. Still cheap right? But..... No SCV box, cannot subscirbe to this oso. So, inorder for me to watch matches with Starhub, I nd to subscribe to Starhub's basic grp, den suscribe to the WC Special, den nd to get their technician down to my hse to connect the cables or wad shit. Total Cost? Do the math urself. No Malaysia channel to watch oso, cos the signal tio jam by the Malaysians. Kinda reminds you of Ajisen doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the first 4 days of the World Cup, I resorted to 4 different ways to get my daily dose of football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 : Channel 5.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 : RTM1&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 : CCTV5&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 : SCTV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First match, channel 5 got show, and very clear oso. It makes me wonder then, why cant medicock broadcast all the matches of the WC, since its the "licensed broadcaster"? Instead, we pay dunno  how much $$ as TV tax, jus to watch Singapore Idiot and all those crappy channel 8 dramas with the same storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second match, RTM1, very fuzzy sial the screen, but then, can see where the ball ish and most that ish happening. But RTM1 dun broadcast alot of matches though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, watch using TVU, streaming. Very small, not very clear, but can still see. Got very bad ghosting effect, as well as lagging by 2mins. Den football ain't a show that got no spoilers anymore, cos got cousin keep telling me stuff that happens 2mins later for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4, cannot take it le, so went and bought antenna. The sell antenna guy damn bastard, think he dun know anything, still wanna act pro infront of me. Den summore give me attitude. Wanted to tell him I dun wan le, but then, scared other place nvr sell. But, then, got retribution one, cos the price supposed to be $36, but he sell to me at $35. Most prob ish he see sala. So got $1 discount. Had quite a hard time trying to figure out how the antenna works. It doesn't help when my mother keep asking me to seek help frm my father. Cos, I will not, otherwise, if I get it working, will got no sense of accomplishment one. The images rly clear sial, considering use antenna one. So money well spent? Yesh. Finally settled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night got one of the best matches so far, Korea vs Togo. Watch til wanna smash the TV le, cos the asshole Togolese play til macham play wrestling like that, play dirty, think they bigger size than us asians can bully isist? When they scored first, rly wanna off TV go slp le. But, in the second half, finally got justice served to the Togo liao. Their captain tio send off. Den with the resulting free kick, Lee Chun-Soo scored. Den awhile later, Ahn Jung-Hwan scored as well. Which means that the Koreans are the asian first team that won this yr. Iran and Japan fell like wad sial, losing 3-1. Abit worried that Korea will suffer the same fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oso, won abit of money frm gambling this yr, adds to the thrill of matches too. When a say abit, I rly mean abit. I only bet amts of ard $10  nia, den I go for the clear favourites. My tactic this yr. Then use $5 to play luck, which, I lost 2 out of 2 times. So, all in all still won $$, ard $10, after spending $40. Well, got win little bit better than lose big big right? Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-115026056392977114?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/115026056392977114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=115026056392977114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/115026056392977114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/115026056392977114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114996022959693326</id><published>2006-06-11T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T10:23:49.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup 2006</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I wanna to apologise to Starhub. The scrambling of the RTM1 ish not done by them apparently, but rather, the job of Malaysia themselves. This doesn't mean that I dun hate Starhub anymore, all I ish doing now ish just apologising for the fact that I made a mistake. One more thing, I still find Starhub extremly foolish in the fact that they aren't rly making the most of the WC, or shld I say, they are jus selfish. I mean, why do we have to subscribe to other rubbish channels called their basic grp, as well as having to get their technicians to come and dunno connect this connect that, den can watch WC. This will easily cost at least $100. No one wans to watch any crappy programs after the WC, do you think spending close to $100 a gd investment? Why haven they ever tot of introducing a promo jus for the WC? Where we pay a one time fee of, lets say $30 to get to watch the WC? I believe thru this way, more ppl will subscribe to it right? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can rly see that all those who leave ard my hse have not subscribed to Starhub. This I ish lyng. Well, I got cold hard facts to support my statement. You see, last night, during the opening match. My neighbourhood rly got the WC feel, like four yrs ago. When Germany score, got alot of ppl shout "GOAL!" When Ticos score, got ppl shout oso. Eng match jus ended. No shouts heard though, considering the fact that Eng ish the most supported team in S'pore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to my point for this post. How will I get my dose of the WC this yr. I am a poor guy, so, Starhub ish out. Jus now tried to use P2P streaming, but keep stopping to buffer, and buffering takes forever. Nxt, RTM1. Scrambled images. Heard frm Justin say, if use antenna will be this type of quality. Hmm, so? Kopitiam? Kopitiam gotta buy stuff, otherwise will kena chase away. So, kopitiam oso nd money. Mac ish out of the question, too far away. But see, antenna oso cost money. Why not go kopitiam, at most settle dinner there hor? Kopitiam got smoking bastards. Watch one match, live less by dunno how long...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml den. Go kopitiam. See how. If smoking bastards make it too bad, will scout to mac. But go Mac alone very sian le, haiz, so left antenna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 yrs on, come out society to work le, shld have money for starhub liao....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114996022959693326?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114996022959693326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114996022959693326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114996022959693326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114996022959693326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-2006_11.html' title='World Cup 2006'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114996020705074911</id><published>2006-06-10T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T10:23:30.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup 2006</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I wanna to apologise to Starhub. The scrambling of the RTM1 ish not done by them apparently, but rather, the job of Malaysia themselves. This doesn't mean that I dun hate Starhub anymore, all I ish doing now ish just apologising for the fact that I made a mistake. One more thing, I still find Starhub extremly foolish in the fact that they aren't rly making the most of the WC, or shld I say, they are jus selfish. I mean, why do we have to subscribe to other rubbish channels called their basic grp, as well as having to get their technicians to come and dunno connect this connect that, den can watch WC. This will easily cost at least $100. No one wans to watch any crappy programs after the WC, do you think spending close to $100 a gd investment? Why haven they ever tot of introducing a promo jus for the WC? Where we pay a one time fee of, lets say $30 to get to watch the WC? I believe thru this way, more ppl will subscribe to it right? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can rly see that all those who leave ard my hse have not subscribed to Starhub. This I ish lyng. Well, I got cold hard facts to support my statement. You see, last night, during the opening match. My neighbourhood rly got the WC feel, like four yrs ago. When Germany score, got alot of ppl shout "GOAL!" When Ticos score, got ppl shout oso. Eng match jus ended. No shouts heard though, considering the fact that Eng ish the most supported team in S'pore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to my point for this post. How will I get my dose of the WC this yr. I am a poor guy, so, Starhub ish out. Jus now tried to use P2P streaming, but keep stopping to buffer, and buffering takes forever. Nxt, RTM1. Scrambled images. Heard frm Justin say, if use antenna will be this type of quality. Hmm, so? Kopitiam? Kopitiam gotta buy stuff, otherwise will kena chase away. So, kopitiam oso nd money. Mac ish out of the question, too far away. But see, antenna oso cost money. Why not go kopitiam, at most settle dinner there hor? Kopitiam got smoking bastards. Watch one match, live less by dunno how long...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml den. Go kopitiam. See how. If smoking bastards make it too bad, will scout to mac. But go Mac alone very sian le, haiz, so left antenna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 yrs on, come out society to work le, shld have money for starhub liao....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114996020705074911?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114996020705074911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114996020705074911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114996020705074911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114996020705074911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-2006.html' title='World Cup 2006'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114943901714325353</id><published>2006-06-05T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T09:36:57.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YGT</title><content type='html'>First up. A review of the lecturers teaching me in poly right now. Start frm start of the yr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of yr two rankings&lt;br /&gt;1) Danny Koh&lt;br /&gt;2) Kengi Ota&lt;br /&gt;3) Yeo PK&lt;br /&gt;4) Ah Lam&lt;br /&gt;5) Maya Help&lt;br /&gt;6) Micheal Ng&lt;br /&gt;7) Google&lt;br /&gt;8) Kane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Danny Koh think ish most obvious choice for first slot. Mainly, most fair and probably the only one that noes how to teach. Ota, the Jap teacher that can speak Chinese. Micheal Ng os course cannot go far, since he only revises with himself. As for Kane, nth to say, cos, u shld nvr, ever, ever, chokeslam students, and have codes in the form of jpgs. YeoPK and Ah Lam fared well at the start cos have give assignments yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Rankings&lt;br /&gt;1) Danny Koh&lt;br /&gt;2) Kenji Ota&lt;br /&gt;3) Micheal Ng&lt;br /&gt;3) Maya Help&lt;br /&gt;5) Google&lt;br /&gt;6)Kane&lt;br /&gt;out of rankings --&gt;  YeoPK, Ah Lam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No change in the top two. Micheal Ng overtook Maya Help after the assignment on lights. Cos when I ask him abt how to do things, we will teach. Not like Gay Tang, all he does ish say, "think think" and "you'er there, you're there". Useless. Think ish stupid of him to leave NYP. Leave the best job in the world. All you got to do ish to tell ppl, "its the same", and wad I just said. YeoPK and Ah Lam of cos no more in the rankings. For one reason. I dun regard them as my lecturers anymore. Dun think I will put much effort into their work. I doesn't pay to be hardworking with these assclowns ard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, YGT stands for Yishun Games Trader.  This title given to me by Limly, when we met him on the way to the MRT. Den he came up to me, den said, "heard you are a trader now". Starting, I tot he said triator. Alamak, why he like that say me, cos I nvr go games programming ar? Its true la, I ish a trader of PS2 games. It works jus like Malaysian websites. Firstly, you tell me what games you want, den I will go buy. Den passs to you in school. One game only $6, minimum 4 games. Cheap right. Den always ish buy frm same supplier. Buy til he already noe me and Yanlong very well. Everytime go there alone, he always ask me why I only one person come. Den when buy game, he oso will ask how many peices? Cos mostly will buy one title, but many peices. One more thing, I ish a non-profit organisation. But maybe shld start charging for transport services...lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114943901714325353?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114943901714325353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114943901714325353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114943901714325353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114943901714325353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/06/ygt_05.html' title='YGT'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114917692795656974</id><published>2006-06-01T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T09:29:52.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forrest Gump + Magneto + Doctor Octopus + Onimusha 3 French Guy = ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/1600/forrest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/forrest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/1600/magneto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/magneto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/1600/ock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" height="97" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/ock.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="104" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/fache.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put these four together and wad do you get? The Da Vinci Code!!! Cool, cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun wan to give spoilers la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give spoilers hor, will have 3 repercussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, wait kena sue by Dan Brown for copyright.&lt;br /&gt;Two, wait kena sue by Christians, for saying these saying things against their religion&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, wait kena whack by ppl who haven watch the movie but still intend to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la, I confess, I ish jus lazy...lol. But then, &lt;strong&gt;lazy ish good.&lt;/strong&gt; That's wad Kane said, and you better agree with him otherwise sure kena chokeslam right thru ur comp... scary right? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Update!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus wanted to add this in after some thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da Vinci Code hor, ish actually a lot like The Indigo Prophecy. Or rather, Indigo Prophecy ish alot like da Vinci Code. Dun noe wad Indigo Prophecy ish? Too bad for you la. But, being the great guy that I ish, you can jus click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indigo_prophecy"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Click la! Otherwise wait you dun noe wad I ish toking abt below you dun cry hor...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;readingreadingreadingreadingreadingreadingreading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done? Ok. Can see the similarities? Well here are some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, both main characters are being blamed for killing someone.&lt;br /&gt;Both main characters are simultaneously wanted by two parties.&lt;br /&gt;Both are looking for sumthing, the Indigo Child and the holy grail.&lt;br /&gt;Both "things" are orphan girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got more similarities lor, jus ish I dun noe how to explain, so too bad for you...lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114917692795656974?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114917692795656974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114917692795656974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114917692795656974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114917692795656974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/06/forrest-gump-magneto-doctor-octopus.html' title='Forrest Gump + Magneto + Doctor Octopus + Onimusha 3 French Guy = ?'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114908203250998200</id><published>2006-05-31T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T06:28:17.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog liao hor?</title><content type='html'>Last night went YJC go see drama. Free? Ya. Wait long long. $10. But then, anything la, go support fren, $10, ok la, right? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Boon Wee they all first. But then MRT there got sumone vomit. Den fuckking smelly. But then, thats the price for not being late, right? Right? So, had to wait for sumone, who late for 20mins, 20mins. After that, went Harvey Norman first, Kaiheng went to kp the Harvey Norman ppl cos his MP3 spoil or sumthing. Dunno la, aniwae, after dunno how long later, den went for dinner. Nobody noe wan to eat wad, den I suggested go Cold Storage to eat samples, which ish a gd suggestion hor, free one, summore got so much variety...lol. In the end went to eat KFC. CK was infront of me, den he ordered the Superstar meal, Set C, den I dunno why, suddenly gotch urge to say sexy~, which I did, and did too loud, loud til some girls nxt to us oso laugh... malu sial...lol. When my turn to order, I dun dare to say Set C, scared will blurt out sexy, so instead, said, "same". Kai Heng dunno eat wad, but den got one huge tub of whip potato. Yesh, one tub. But then, he only eat abit den dun wan liao. Mus be cos we keep zee siao-ing him...lol. Dunno who say wad he eating look like mud/vomit, like jus now MRT that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to YJ that time, me and Kaiheng play Hard Gay. Den go inside toilet hooo here, hooo there. But then hor, guess who sit behind us? Manure, umm, I mean mark neo. K la, I dun like him, he dun like me. But who cares? Hmmm, let me rephrase it, does anyone not hate him? He ish jus like my course that umm, Jia liao bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10 ish for two different parts one. First ish Lim Nee Soon one. Which ish more like propanganda for a chinese revolution...lol. Teochews and Hokkiens nd to live in harmony. Lucky for them got add some part abt having to work hand in hand with malays and indians so as for S'pore to progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den halfway thru got break, den we saw A-do clone...lol. Ish rly look so much like him that its funny. But oso funny was Manure's bochap face. Think ish cos he ish banana, so dun noe who ish A-du, so dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd part ish Sheng direct one sial. Director Goh sial. Wu Dao sial. Notch bad sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den after everything end, liao, we all waited for Qing and Sheng, but then, they chase us away!! Alamak sial. jk la, more of ask us to go first. Den after that went Mac for supper. First time so late le still eat Mac. summore I ish supposed to be on diet, but still eat fast food twice in one day... Mati liao. After we makan finish, Sheng and his class come in, den Sheng, sian, chase us away again...lol. Cos Mac no seat, den he wan our seat. Alamak, how can like that? Den the rest of us go home lor. But then on the way to MRT, den Sheng and Qing came running out towards us, ask us to wait. We scared they wan to chase us away again, so we ran...lol. Tok cock nia la, ish jus play play nia. Aniwae, they run after us to take photo. *herherher, redeem themselves by taking photo...lol. *herherher. Dun have the pic with me now, but will try to put it up here when I get hold of it. Me and Kaiheng act as Hard Gay again. Den oso, I made one discovery, everytime we take grp photo hor, I will be on the extreme right of the pic. *herherher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* laugh like a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Wed. Why? Cos got idiot lecturers like Ah Lam and Yeo PK. Firstly, Ah Lam, think he dun like me and Chin Han. Otherwise why our grades for the assignment always get sucky marks? I mean, always draw draw draw til wanna die, but still only get B or C. Nabei, that time this time ard I draw til wan to die. Fuckking draw 32 panels. 32 panels! Manually draw. Summore, only got a B! But think Chin Han worst. Got C. And thus, if you put his grades for all the assignments, you get CCBC =&gt;Cao Chee Bye Cunt....lol. Ish he sending a msg? Fuck la, nxt time his assignments, I will do crap work for him. Wad for do so gd? Onli get b and c, I rather do some crap without and effort and get a C and dun feel bad abt it cos for Storyboarding, there ish no such thing as reaping wad you sow. Jus look at Andy, draw Sotong oso get A. Nxt time got this kind of assignments, I will draw one circle and say its Kirby and hand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, today saw chiobu. Rly chio, I not lying. Its sad, cos my course no girls. Nabei, why so suay? Even yr 3 yr 1 got gers lor. Haix, last time work Dockers still got ppl tell me , "no gf? nvr mind one la, poly sure will have one. Dun worry." Ya right? Come my course and tell me that la. So, now can only look at chiobus thru glass windows, macham go zoo see endangered speices like that...lol. tok cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YeoPK oso, ever since she gave us C for our presentation, we have been quiet in her lesson. When we are quiet, its rly the whole class no sound one. We bring fun and laughter to her class, and how does she repay us? Give us C dammit! So, for two weeks in a row, we gave her attitude, whole class quiet. So maybe she ask Heber to make some noise to make the class lively. **herherher. But he got too over liao, til she oso tulan him. Seem thats what you get for crossing us. The boredom and fuckkiness of ur lesson ish exposed. And resorting to cheapo methods of getting a more lively class ish not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** this time, laugh like an assclown (heber)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114908203250998200?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114908203250998200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114908203250998200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114908203250998200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114908203250998200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-time-no-blog-liao-hor.html' title='Long time no blog liao hor?'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114870522675737124</id><published>2006-05-27T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:47:06.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Lucky? Super Unlucky?</title><content type='html'>thumbdrives......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ish rly having no luck at all with thumbdrives ever since I started yr 2 sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my old thumbdrive spoil liao, thus, I have now lost everything inside. Some of the stuff that ish lost and gone forever includes:&lt;br /&gt;- some C++ files (linked list i think)&lt;br /&gt;- some GMM files&lt;br /&gt;- and dunkaypo folder&lt;br /&gt;all gone............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now have to use mp3 player as thumbdrive. This mp3 player ish fuck one. Quality bad, workmanship and design oso bad. Something that the company probably make to con ppl during the IT shows nia. Sian, I was a victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, mentioned last week, lost my thumbdrive on Thurs. But "lucky" for me, Shane was still in the lab, den had someone to help me keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd, lost it again, again ish forgot to pluck out frm com after lesson. This time, for a whole 3hrs, without me realising. Was only after Jap class, when I started to touch touch touch me pockets den realise. Den after that rush back to lab to find. Honestly speaking, hopes of finding and retrieving it was as bleak as wad sial. But then, "luckily " again, inside got DET yr 3, think their lesson started all the way till when I went in, their lesson still on. Heng lor, got someone hold on to it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have lost my thumbdrive twice in two weeks. Which comes down to once a week. Lucky wld be cause it was able to get it back. But den, its oso fucking unlucky to lose it on a weekly basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114870522675737124?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114870522675737124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114870522675737124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114870522675737124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114870522675737124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/05/fucking-lucky-super-unlucky_27.html' title='Fucking Lucky? Super Unlucky?'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114820165556259354</id><published>2006-05-21T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:56:08.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck-upped week</title><content type='html'>Ok, been a long time since I posted(for me, one week ish long...lol). Aniwae, my week jus sucked to the core. Its like someone grabbed me up by the legs, den began fuckking me upside down til all the cows come home...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, lets start with Monday, well, it can be considered a normal day, cos Monday was Kane's lesson, he fucks everyone during his lesson. He speaks with a very heavy chao ang mor accent and enjoys chokeslamming ppl during labs. Its sick. I kena chokeslammed on Monday. Nearly tio a dbl dose. Lucky I managed to duck out of one. But the second one was un-reverseble, you see, in his notes, he changes a few lines of code without highlighting the change. Den me being brave asked him how come cannot run the fucking prg, den kena the chokeslam, whereby he annouced that mus always look at the codes carefully. Fuck la, its his fault sial, still wanna anyhow slam ppl. Its stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue no sch, so can skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed. Worst day of the week I feel. Cos, for twice in one day, the results I got for my assignments were the lowest in the whole class. First one, storyboarding. Assignment, nd to draw perspectives. I am not an artist, I cant draw. That was why when sec 3 came along and had to choose subjects, it was extremely easy for me cos it was jus a case of choosing a combination without art, simple as that. But then again, had to draw. Ah Lam still wanna xian us, say although ish drawing, perspective drawing involves alot of maths. Dun lie la, drawing ish art, art and maths ish like shit and rice. You cant put this two together and say its the same, right? Right? Next, comms skill. Presentation. Very confident during our presentation. Why, I felt that compared to other teams, our slides were so much better prepared, we as well were so well prepared. At the end of my team's presentation, felt that it wld be no prob for us to get at least an A. But, but, but, our team got a C, C for fuck's sake, C! WTF ish this? Wad kind of marking ish this? This ain't a game of golf, the best team doesn't get the lowest scores. At least a B+ for us ma, B+! Bitch. Wont blame any teammates, jus look at where she had penalised the team through the comments given to me. (1) Avoid Singlish. If I ain't wrong, think 3 of my other team members oso got this comment. Aniwae, let me see. This module ish Communications Skill right? So, the goal of this module ish to train us to be able to become gd communicators right? Den, why in the blue hell cant we pepper our presentation with a bit of singlish? Its not Communicating with Perfect English without the use of Singlish Skills. So, why, while speaking to an audience of fellow Singaporeans cant I use Singlish? Its not like I ish speaking to some ang mor frm Angmorica right? And the fact that the team can draw laughs frm the audience as well as recieving claps frm at the end of the presentation means that we did well in the communications part, right? Right? (2) Blocking the screen. Well, if you wanna point to something on the slide, den you gotta point, an while doing so, you will block the screen. But then, wads wrong with that? You expect me to say, on the top left there ish a blah blah blah....? This ish a presentation, not O lvl oral exam!!! Nabei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost $$$$. Nabei, betted on football. Stupid Arsenal, odds so tempting. Fuck. Referee kelong, whole thing kelong. Those who got watch the match sure noe how kelong it was man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs. Bad thing: forgot to bring home thumbdrive. Losing a thumbdrive ish literally losing everything, frm assignments to notes to wadever, some of which can nvr be retrieved. But then, lucky for me, I had Shane's hp no, and he was still in the lab, so cld ask him to help me safegaurd it til the nxt day. Heng ar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri. Finally, the end of the week, summore got two of my fav modules, 3D animation and modelling. So wad bad thing could have happened? Well, I saw this poster advertising this Campus Concert of Kelly. And, the timing of the concert clashes with Kane's lesson. So, in order to prevent choke slams, cannot go attend the concert, which ish FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, fuck-uped week. Gd thing ending liao.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114820165556259354?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114820165556259354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114820165556259354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114820165556259354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114820165556259354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuck-upped-week.html' title='Fuck-upped week'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114754412086027051</id><published>2006-05-13T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T11:15:23.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago today</title><content type='html'>I resigned from Dockers. 13th May 2005. Easy to rmb ish cos it was Friday the 13 last year. Thus, will always rmb this date, the date I left the best job in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I feel that was the best job? Partly ish cos I was working at Millenia Walk, which ish surronded by many offices and oso, a shopping center that no one goes to. But many will definitely feel that it will be boring like hell. It will be la, if you cannot do anything that I did during my time there. You see, everyday when I was working, all I did was go there read newspaper, den play crossword puzzles. Den, on every Sat, will call Raffles City the Dockers ask the ppl there which match wanna bet, as well as discuss with Eileen and Diana wan to bet wad oso. Den after that, go queue up at Carrefourre there to place bets. Also, during my time there, I always took 1hr breaks, but hor, Eileen and Diana always record dwn as 30min break. Den with the extra time I got, I always went Carrefourre upstairs play XBox thrash n00bs at WE8. Think the reason why they treat me so gd ish cos they oso nd my help, cos they like to take afternoon naps one. You see, cos I work there rly no customers one, thus every afternoon free like wad sial. So nd to help them see water, if got anyone call, nd to say they go for break or toilet, cannot say they slp, otherwise wait they tio sack. Oso, last time got alot of times nd to go OG to relief, den gd, cos can meet Sheng for dinner, den act gay together...lol. K la, now tok abit abt the more interesting stuff that happened at Dockers, some gd, some bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allies -&lt;br /&gt;Eileen, Diana, Tammy, Xueli, Shaun, Nora (got more, but mostly ish minor minor one and some I forgot name liao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemies -&lt;br /&gt;Shiti, Nor, Hong Xiang, Lay Choo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, start frm first day of work ba. Very sian sian first day at Raffles City, cos rly dun noe wad to do, oso no previous experience. Den went there, Lina train me, den teach this teach that, very pressure lor. But then, there got chiobu, her name ish Iris. Can still rmb very vividly. But too bad, she had a BF, like all chiobus. Aniwae, back to topic, firstday, den break, onli got 30mins. Very short lor I felt, den bought one bread and one bottle water, went to the fountain there eat, den rmb got call sumone, forgot who liao(think ish Sheng), to ask how he doing, and oso to say I wanna quit liao. Issues that made me wanna quit - Lina very fierce, give alot of pressure, Iris got BF(it counts ok!), the 2nd day onli nd to go Millenia Walk relief liao(that time still dunno MW ish so song one). Den on the way home that time, met the rest, den discussed abt I wanna resign liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nxt, think shld be 2nd day ba, went MW for the first time, den Eileen tok to me, den very gd lor she, made me wanna go there everyday, and my wish came true...lol. Its oso that day that I reconsidered my thoughts to quit lor. Oso, that day, Audrey told me that she oso working at Raffles City, but at Levis. But now she like disappear liao. Last time she online still find me tok cock, now dun have liao&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, like that time I wanna tok to her she oso nvr reply, haiz, got bf liao like that lor...lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nxt, funny incident. There was this time, work at OG, den Franky came down to do spot check on Levis. Den Sheng oso came over to tok cock to me before he start work. Den he came over to me and we re-enacted this scene between Wei Cong and Franky. Ok, nd to say wad happened between those two first. Long time ago, Franky went to Tampines there, den Wei Cong was there, den he went towards WC and told him, "WC, the sales here very bad, you noe why? Cos here got you". Den WC very angry, soon after he resigned. His resignation oso very funny one, can ask Sheng. Aniwae, we re-played that moment, with Sheng being Franky and me being WC. Den after playing that out(over dramatically), the look on Franky's face ish funny like hell lor. Cos I think he rmb that event. Or, he wan to scold me, but cannot, cos (1) I not under him one, (2) I not even under Levis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nxt three events involve backstabbing!!! Violent stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, OG, very famous one, me and Lay Choo, the supervisor for OG. She caught me sitting on a chair instead of standing, that time I leg pain, den say alot of bird thing. Den later that day, caught me toking on phone, ask wad I doing, keng kai ar? I say I chenck schedule den she scold me dunno wad shit, which I scold her back. Den she frm that day on, made it her personal mission to catch me doing sumthing bad so can have me sacked. The second one ish more or less connected. This one ish mostly my fault la. Tok no phone tio lia, this time by Hong Xiang, OG's biggest bitch, famous throughout whole of Dockers one. Den caught me lor. Den she told Angeline, another Bitch. Later that night, I said that ish cos my second paternal aunt admited to hospital that's why I tok so long on phone. I got no such thing as 2nd paternal aunt, so I wasn't cursing anyone. Soon, Hong Xiang invited Angeline down to do her favourite activity, time ppl use phone how long thru the CCTV. The fact that I wasn't sacked means that Wahab (docker's overall manager) rly side ish rly gd, like wad I heard alot of Dockers staff say. Soon after that, the company began to keep tabs on all the calls made by all the outlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG oso. OG ppl wan to sabo me. They ate this Nor's pokey den left the empty box, which see saw liao very tulan. Den all the rest of the Levis bastards say not they eat, den Nor called MW to say I ate it. Wah piang, I rly angry lor, any how say any how things. Den lucky Diana hepled me, say that cannot be I eat, cos even at MW, she offer me things to eat I oso nvr eat. Which made me very comforted, cos first time got Malay stand up to malay in my favour, very touched. But, no way did I ever take that lying dwn, cos I called Nor up to scold her. Den I asked her why she accuse me, instead of her OG staff. Which she came the reply that she trust her staff. Nabei, you hear this kind of stuff you tulan anot? Den I scold her til she hung up. When Eileen called OG back, the other staff say that Nor too sad to tok...lol, like real.  That wasn't the end, cos once I had to go OG to relief, den I personnally confronted the Levis staff. Den in the end, ended up quarrelling. That was the last time I went there to relief. Nowadays the staff there all change le, now ish Nora there liao. Nora very gd oso, she do thing ish open one eye close one eye one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this ish the most exciting one. Firstly, ish once Shiti made me so angry over the phone that I scolded her bitch. Den she very tulan, went ard telling everyone in Raffles City that she wanna sack me and all the shit wanna make sure I get sacked. But, but, you noe wad, the number of ppl that stood up for me. Firstly, Xueli, who was with me at Taka the time the incident happened, and she said that I nvr scold such things. Nxt, Tammy, say she was nxt to Shiti the time it happened and said she nvr hear that word. Oso, Diana and Eileen oso say that given my behaviour at MW, wad Shiti claimed that I did, was unbelievable. Soon later, I explained to Eileen they all, that I got scold Shiti, but I nvr scold bitch, I scold Shit, as in Siti = Shit = Shiti. This meant that no one believed wad Shiti said and thus, she had no case as no witness. Thx again to all that helped me. This one got part two. Got once, Raffles City got no staff, den she called Tammy(that day at Bugis) to go dwn to help her, den I go Bugis. This made Tammy very angry, cos that day we supposed to go for dinner tgt with Xueli and Shaun, go Marina South for steamboat. This was my chance to Shiti further into the bad books of Dockers ppl. I volunteered to go over to Raffles City to help her, knowing that she sure say dun wan one. This meant that everyone wld be tulan at her for wasting everybody's time jus to make her happy.  I of course was very confident that she wld reject the idea of working with me. In the end, I went over Bugis, while Tammy went over to Raffles City, as well as everyone getting angry at Shiti. Btw, the reason why Raffles City short of staff was cos Shaun that day took mc so can go out with us. So, this move made me appear mature, willing to forget the past, as well as making Shiti appear even more bad and childish in everyone's book. I ish so evil...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Shiti oso deserve it la, cos before long, Raffles City got this new staff, who had networks in the office one. Den once, this staff forgot to scan the clothes when got purchase, thus, during stcok count that time, everything nvr tally. Thus instead of stating the facts as it was, Shiti decided to save her monkey ass by blaming it on Shaun. Ultimate backstab as it was known for very long that Shaun was the only one that Shiti "soon yan" one. Sian, got 4 issues not three...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I say, treat others the way you wan others to treat you. The staff at MW treat me so wel, thus I oso help them. But for Shiti case, wan to step on everybody, in the end, she got wad she had coming to her, dun you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la, tok til here, this post rly very long sial...lol. Been typing for think 1hr+ liao...lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114754412086027051?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114754412086027051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114754412086027051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114754412086027051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114754412086027051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-year-ago-today_13.html' title='One year ago today'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114754407910469937</id><published>2006-05-13T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T11:14:39.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago today</title><content type='html'>I resigned from Dockers. 13th May 2005. Easy to rmb ish cos it was Friday the 13 last year. Thus, will always rmb this date, the date I left the best job in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I feel that was the best job? Partly ish cos I was working at Millenia Walk, which ish surronded by many offices and oso, a shopping center that no one goes to. But many will definitely feel that it will be boring like hell. It will be la, if you cannot do anything that I did during my time there. You see, everyday when I was working, all I did was go there read newspaper, den play crossword puzzles. Den, on every Sat, will call Raffles City the Dockers ask the ppl there which match wanna bet, as well as discuss with Eileen and Diana wan to bet wad oso. Den after that, go queue up at Carrefourre there to place bets. Also, during my time there, I always took 1hr breaks, but hor, Eileen and Diana always record dwn as 30min break. Den with the extra time I got, I always went Carrefourre upstairs play XBox thrash n00bs at WE8. Think the reason why they treat me so gd ish cos they oso nd my help, cos they like to take afternoon naps one. You see, cos I work there rly no customers one, thus every afternoon free like wad sial. So nd to help them see water, if got anyone call, nd to say they go for break or toilet, cannot say they slp, otherwise wait they tio sack. Oso, last time got alot of times nd to go OG to relief, den gd, cos can meet Sheng for dinner, den act gay together...lol. K la, now tok abit abt the more interesting stuff that happened at Dockers, some gd, some bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allies -&lt;br /&gt;Eileen, Diana, Tammy, Xueli, Shaun, Nora (got more, but mostly ish minor minor one and some I forgot name liao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemies -&lt;br /&gt;Shiti, Nor, Hong Xiang, Lay Choo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, start frm first day of work ba. Very sian sian first day at Raffles City, cos rly dun noe wad to do, oso no previous experience. Den went there, Lina train me, den teach this teach that, very pressure lor. But then, there got chiobu, her name ish Iris. Can still rmb very vividly. But too bad, she had a BF, like all chiobus. Aniwae, back to topic, firstday, den break, onli got 30mins. Very short lor I felt, den bought one bread and one bottle water, went to the fountain there eat, den rmb got call sumone, forgot who liao(think ish Sheng), to ask how he doing, and oso to say I wanna quit liao. Issues that made me wanna quit - Lina very fierce, give alot of pressure, Iris got BF(it counts ok!), the 2nd day onli nd to go Millenia Walk relief liao(that time still dunno MW ish so song one). Den on the way home that time, met the rest, den discussed abt I wanna resign liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nxt, think shld be 2nd day ba, went MW for the first time, den Eileen tok to me, den very gd lor she, made me wanna go there everyday, and my wish came true...lol. Its oso that day that I reconsidered my thoughts to quit lor. Oso, that day, Audrey told me that she oso working at Raffles City, but at Levis. But now she like disappear liao. Last time she online still find me tok cock, now dun have liao&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, like that time I wanna tok to her she oso nvr reply, haiz, got bf liao like that lor...lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nxt, funny incident. There was this time, work at OG, den Franky came down to do spot check on Levis. Den Sheng oso came over to tok cock to me before he start work. Den he came over to me and we re-enacted this scene between Wei Cong and Franky. Ok, nd to say wad happened between those two first. Long time ago, Franky went to Tampines there, den Wei Cong was there, den he went towards WC and told him, "WC, the sales here very bad, you noe why? Cos here got you". Den WC very angry, soon after he resigned. His resignation oso very funny one, can ask Sheng. Aniwae, we re-played that moment, with Sheng being Franky and me being WC. Den after playing that out(over dramatically), the look on Franky's face ish funny like hell lor. Cos I think he rmb that event. Or, he wan to scold me, but cannot, cos (1) I not under him one, (2) I not even under Levis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nxt three events involve backstabbing!!! Violent stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, OG, very famous one, me and Lay Choo, the supervisor for OG. She caught me sitting on a chair instead of standing, that time I leg pain, den say alot of bird thing. Den later that day, caught me toking on phone, ask wad I doing, keng kai ar? I say I chenck schedule den she scold me dunno wad shit, which I scold her back. Den she frm that day on, made it her personal mission to catch me doing sumthing bad so can have me sacked. The second one ish more or less connected. This one ish mostly my fault la. Tok no phone tio lia, this time by Hong Xiang, OG's biggest bitch, famous throughout whole of Dockers one. Den caught me lor. Den she told Angeline, another Bitch. Later that night, I said that ish cos my second paternal aunt admited to hospital that's why I tok so long on phone. I got no such thing as 2nd paternal aunt, so I wasn't cursing anyone. Soon, Hong Xiang invited Angeline down to do her favourite activity, time ppl use phone how long thru the CCTV. The fact that I wasn't sacked means that Wahab (docker's overall manager) rly side ish rly gd, like wad I heard alot of Dockers staff say. Soon after that, the company began to keep tabs on all the calls made by all the outlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG oso. OG ppl wan to sabo me. They ate this Nor's pokey den left the empty box, which see saw liao very tulan. Den all the rest of the Levis bastards say not they eat, den Nor called MW to say I ate it. Wah piang, I rly angry lor, any how say any how things. Den lucky Diana hepled me, say that cannot be I eat, cos even at MW, she offer me things to eat I oso nvr eat. Which made me very comforted, cos first time got Malay stand up to malay in my favour, very touched. But, no way did I ever take that lying dwn, cos I called Nor up to scold her. Den I asked her why she accuse me, instead of her OG staff. Which she came the reply that she trust her staff. Nabei, you hear this kind of stuff you tulan anot? Den I scold her til she hung up. When Eileen called OG back, the other staff say that Nor too sad to tok...lol, like real.  That wasn't the end, cos once I had to go OG to relief, den I personnally confronted the Levis staff. Den in the end, ended up quarrelling. That was the last time I went there to relief. Nowadays the staff there all change le, now ish Nora there liao. Nora very gd oso, she do thing ish open one eye close one eye one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this ish the most exciting one. Firstly, ish once Shiti made me so angry over the phone that I scolded her bitch. Den she very tulan, went ard telling everyone in Raffles City that she wanna sack me and all the shit wanna make sure I get sacked. But, but, you noe wad, the number of ppl that stood up for me. Firstly, Xueli, who was with me at Taka the time the incident happened, and she said that I nvr scold such things. Nxt, Tammy, say she was nxt to Shiti the time it happened and said she nvr hear that word. Oso, Diana and Eileen oso say that given my behaviour at MW, wad Shiti claimed that I did, was unbelievable. Soon later, I explained to Eileen they all, that I got scold Shiti, but I nvr scold bitch, I scold Shit, as in Siti = Shit = Shiti. This meant that no one believed wad Shiti said and thus, she had no case as no witness. Thx again to all that helped me. This one got part two. Got once, Raffles City got no staff, den she called Tammy(that day at Bugis) to go dwn to help her, den I go Bugis. This made Tammy very angry, cos that day we supposed to go for dinner tgt with Xueli and Shaun, go Marina South for steamboat. This was my chance to Shiti further into the bad books of Dockers ppl. I volunteered to go over to Raffles City to help her, knowing that she sure say dun wan one. This meant that everyone wld be tulan at her for wasting everybody's time jus to make her happy.  I of course was very confident that she wld reject the idea of working with me. In the end, I went over Bugis, while Tammy went over to Raffles City, as well as everyone getting angry at Shiti. Btw, the reason why Raffles City short of staff was cos Shaun that day took mc so can go out with us. So, this move made me appear mature, willing to forget the past, as well as making Shiti appear even more bad in the books in everyones book. I ish so evil...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Shiti oso deserve it la, cos before long, Raffles City got this new staff, who had networks in the office one. Den once, this staff forgot to scan the clothes when got purchase, thus, during stcok count that time, everything nvr tally. Thus instead of stating the facts as it was, Shiti decided to save her monkey ass by blaming it on Shaun. Ultimate backstab as it was known for very long that Shaun was the only one that Shiti "soon yan" one. Sian, got 4 issues not three...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I say, treat others the way you wan others to treat you. The staff at MW treat me so wel, thus I oso help them. But for Shiti case, wan to step on everybody, in the end, she got wad she had coming to her, dun you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la, tok til here, this post rly very long sial...lol. Been typing for think 1hr+ liao...lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114754407910469937?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114754407910469937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114754407910469937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114754407910469937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114754407910469937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-year-ago-today_13.html' title='One year ago today'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114746021254168214</id><published>2006-05-13T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T11:56:54.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnam War</title><content type='html'>Ok, today ish Vesak Day. Thus, early morning went out liao. Hop frm temple to temlple. Very sian today ranied. Den cos of the rain, the humidity lvl rise til untolerable lvls!!! Rainning days are meant to make the temperature drp right? Right? Oso, today went Shuang Ling Temple. Den went to pray to Confuscius. Very long nvr go liao. I always feel lor, that the main reason that I did so well(I feel la) for my  O lvls ish cos of Confuscius help. Its oso cos of me going to pray to him that I got the pencil case I using now. So, those who have seen my present pencil case, den feel funny that sumone in Poly wld use sumthing like this, now you noe why. Still rmb got one period of time the zipper spoil, so use rubber band to wrap, den my mum ask me dun bring the pencil case, cos will seem like I no money to buy new one. But now zipper ok liao, so can use as normal...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, wanna tok abt today's war. For those who are wondering wad I mean, let me tell you, I refer to all my working days as war days, cos the feeling ish rly like that...lol. But now, the more I look at it, the more I feel its like Survivor. For those of you who got watch the show, gd, those who dun watch, too bad....lo. But then, let me try to explain the situation. I ish like the Terry, got one big target on my back, whereby everyone trying to get rid of me, but then, I die oso dun wan to die. Den now, constantly waiting for the other assclowns to have internal conflict, den can have ppl allign with me...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what happened today. Today, Sharon and I observing a truce, cos I got new enemy. The vietnam bitch. Think shld stop calling her vietnam bitch, cos she got name one. Its called Anna. Which ish a stupid name, cos its like some kiasu parents naming convention, so they can go out and action that their child can spell her name forwards and backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl rly very kiam par, everytime she walk past me, try to knock me, which ish stupid on her part. Cannot see my size ar? You think you push me I will fall over and cry ar? Many ppl may say, &lt;em&gt;hao nan bu gen nu do. &lt;/em&gt;I fully understand this saying, but the fact ish, I dun see her as a ger, I see her as a cunt, and so do the others. Can see that Winnie dun like her, otherwise that day wont &lt;em&gt;pao to&lt;/em&gt; her ma, right? Right? Oso, today the ah yeng very idiot, ask me to work with that bitch durin closing. Which ish jus stupid, as well as my chance for revenge. Jus like jus now, refill the sauces, den she got tell me la, to refill to halfway can le, but I heck care (cos I tot she wan to sabo me, den can tell sharon I nvr refill), refill til full. Den she saw that time already too late, all the sauce already re-filled liao. Den she ome kaopei me say she got tell me, which ish true la.  Den I keep saying dun have. Den she go tell sharon, den keep kpkb-ing. Den when Sharon came, she say nvr mind, nvr mind, small prob, ask her and me dun fight. Summore the bitch still call me cheebye. Wah, so smart, noe how to scold in my language. You think I took it lying down. I'm sorry. I scolded her back. This ish wad I said, "go back your country be your farmer la, bitch." Very bad rite, I regreted it, cos rly, its not like me to do sumthing like this, but it was those kind of "on the heat of the moment" things. Den after that Sharon told her, "cannot fight one la, you siao char bor". And after that incident, she dun dare to anyhow with me liao. Which ish gd. So word of advice, "if you keep giving in to others, it may win you "friends", "friends",  will continually take advantage of you, and nvr will you ever gain any respect frm others." Tml going to plaza Singapura. Den supposed to work full day. But of course I dun wan la, so sick. Full day, its stupid. Then I said tml I got make-up lessons. Den the manager very tulan, scold me say I promised. So I said, "you cant expect me to because of work, dun go sch ma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haix, the "me" at Ajisen rly bastard, which ish definitly the opposite of the me in real life. I sum times even ask myself, why I ish like that? But then, I already have my answer. That ish, wad we have learnt since young. Do unto others wad you want others to do unto you. That means, since Ajisen wants to treat me like shit, den I will treat them as shit as well. Since now Sharon nvr niao me, I wont niao her lor, cos now, there ish a common enemy, and , in situations like this, differences have to be put aside if we wanna reach our objective. Sumtimes, you got to ally urself with a stronger power in order to eliminate a weaker enemy(sub quest), as well as searching for weak pts in the main enemy, and eventually eliminating it(main quest).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114746021254168214?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114746021254168214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114746021254168214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114746021254168214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114746021254168214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/05/vietnam-war.html' title='Vietnam War'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114728275068181665</id><published>2006-05-10T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T10:39:10.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TD top student</title><content type='html'>Firstly, these few days the weather very hot hor.... buay tahan sial. Like everytime will have sumthing to make me tulan one sial. Take for example last week, got alot of those lift upgrading thing, then cannot get any quietness lor. Summore got some cockanaden assclown chose that time to renovate his place, which ish even more stupid den stupid. Ppl already tulan the noise coming from left right and center from the lift upgradings, you assclown still wan to add to the noise. Nabei, for whole week cannot sleep well, early morning only bing bing bong bong. Then this week, heat wave!!! Dunno wad to expect nxt week. Maybe will snow... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, report today stuff. First lesson ar... storyboarding. Halfway thru lecture got urge to go LS, den lun til cannot riao went and bomb the toilet. Came back frm toilet that time recieved a suprise. Got girl sit beside me... lol. Invaders come and use comp during our lesson. Think ish like that cos Ah Lam part-timer nia, dun care abt this things. Anyway, today supposed to do continue with doing the storyboard, which I already completed at home liao, so, used time to do comms skill instead. Last week during Ah Lam lesson oso do comms skill den tio lia, today keep on the edge, cos scared anytime will kena catch again...lol. Oso, while all doing the storyboarding that time, Ah Lam one by one call out to comment on the assignment one. Den he rly nvr give face one lor, macham Simon Cowell like that. For example, got this guy he said, "how come your character face like kena ram by lorry like that?", not only that, he oso made comment abt Chin Han one, say,"wah, you drawing your girlfren ar?". Wah piang, where can like that one le? Aniwae, I cannot complain too much, cos he gave me quite gd grades lor, B+. Summore ask me I soccer fan ar. Nd to ask meh? Even idiots noe lor, when you see that my character ish soccer player. At least he compliment on my desription lor...lol. But what I cannot understand ish hor, that Andy, draw Sotong holding gun can get an A sial. But thats life isn't it? I mean, one French guy may spent months or even years planning out a plot for a movie on politics and philosophy. But at the end of the day, he gets trashed in the box office by someone who does a movie all abt a big fat gorilla running ard...lol. Oh ya, had to print the storyboard thing, but then accidentally printed the comms skill stuff...lol. And since before that, I already printed the FAQ for Shadow of the Colossus, I ran out of quota for the week, den had to use Chin Han's one. Thx  la bang...lol. Oso, cos today finish the assignment early, was released early, thus, was able to eat lunch today. Den when walking out look at the rest of the ppl in the lab, den saw got one fella, still have crop out the image and add description lor. Like Chin Han said, no way he can finish on time lor...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its oso cos of this happenings that maybe hor, me and Chin Han got ish the top students in TD...lol. Not haolian, we got evidence one. You see, the rest of the class, mostly 0503 nvr seen b4 ppl, who all everyday DOTA DOTA nvr do anything else. Like last week 3D animation assignment, only me and Chin Han got do. See, go TD good hor...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus now comms skills that time Ajisen called, asked me tonight go work. Off cos say cannot la. Sian, work means no chance to play game... lol. But then, reach home riao, they called again. This time use my pay as bait, tell me to go work tml, den give me my pay. I agreed, but now, got abit regret liao, thus, I got a prediction, tml, last minute, will have make-up lessons...lol. But then, mus see how it turns out tml la. If not sian sian, den will go work lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114728275068181665?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114728275068181665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114728275068181665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114728275068181665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114728275068181665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/05/td-top-student.html' title='TD top student'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114710747337226155</id><published>2006-05-09T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:59:45.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wad ish Kane teaching?</title><content type='html'>Firstly, think shld start off with ytd's war results. Ytd oso quite alot of stuff happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, went to Bishan. When first go in, no one bother to come to me say anything, den soon after, got this girl, think ish come frm somewhere else one, come and ask me things like where I come frm, work how long. Den Thomas oso very dao, but dun care him la, he ish jus a big asshole. Oso, ytd, in the whole of the Ajisen, I was the only Singaporean. Cool ar. Went there earlier than scheduled time to eat first. I work one hr for free, so might as well use the most of wad I ish given. Ytd forgot to scan card when start work, but if they dun give pay for tml, I sure lao lan them til wad, cos I got work, only I nvr scan. Oso, no one noe that I nvr scan card. Oso, ytd they wanted to tok abt my schedule thingy, den the Ah Yeng(2nd bitch in charge), wan to niao me, say that time I sign agreement that time told her that I can work for her everyday with only one day rest. Mus fight back, told her that I interview that time already said when I starting sch, summore, my first day of work I oso tell the bitch, Sharon riao. Not only that, even while at Taka, I oso got tell Bao Zhen, and now you wan to come and tell me I bbq my words? Fuck you, I still haven say that you when I sign ur fucking agreement that time you tell me I ish working at your stupid Bishan there, den after signing you kick me ard like a ball!!! After that she tiam liao, dun dare to say anything. After that, went toilet, and stayed there for 20mins. Forgot to bring mp3 in, so bo pian, nth to do while I nua-ed in the toilet, but it was still better than working. When I returned, expected them to question me why I so late than come back. But no, only got this Vietnam bitch keep kpkb-ing, but no one wan to bother her. The Vietnam bitch oso very ccb one, keep wanting to find trouble with me. Got one time ask me why I nvr shout iraseimase and arigato. I stare at her dun tok, macham Nicholas(not sidekick). Den another time, ask me to go throw rubbish, den walk out that time step on my leg. See, typical bitch. Those who feel sorry for me, dun, cos I will have revenge one. And it came when doing closing that time, she come in the drinks station dere, take cup, pour green tea and drink. Den I go ask Winnie if we can drink the drinks from the station, she say cannot, den I say I saw the Vietnamese bitch drink, den she say later she will ask Sharon go scold her.... lol, I ish pao to kia, too bad for her lor, step on my foot, summore wan to ack pro with me. Oso, soon after, nearly fall into a trap myself. You see, ytd I nd to clean up the drinks station, den when cleaning the green tea thing, Winnie ask me if I wan to drink the green tea. Haha, you think I stupid ar, will drink, I jus pao to someone drinking, den if I drank, she will oso go and pao to me one. I ish not stupid, this ish all thx to our superb education system in SG....lol. Oso, when mopping the floor that time, dunno what happen, den got internal conflict between Thomas and Winnie, hahaha, no peace even among themselves. Den after that, when in kitchen, den accidentaly dropped sumthing on Thomas, den he kpkb, say this say that. Den I very tired liao, oso dun wan to argue with him. See, to that asshole, the action made me look like I ish weak, but, another time got this type of scenario and I choose to stand-up to him, I ish sure that he will sure tio big shock, den I will thus have the upper hand. Smart right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna thank Alan(heroin addict) for his inspiration which led to my ytd attitude, whole day nua nua, no mood to do anything. Den ppl tok to me, jus look at them blankly, expressionless, nvr even reply, jus stand there, til they sian diao, walk away sighing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, dun tok abt assholes liao, tok abt today sch. Very angry and frustrated. Firstly, its Kane's teaching, honestly, its the same as Ah Quah, dun noe wad he teaching, tok with so strong accent. That ish not the worst part. The worst ish the practical part. All was quite ok til the last few parts. First tok abt the goal, that ish to create this terrain thing, den got one part ish make everything look like grass. That ish where everything went wrong. Nd to copy codes to make it look less random the effect, den got the mountain effect, but, the codes that followed was where all teh problems come out. I copied all the codes without any typos, but still come out wrong. Had feeling not my prob, so ask Kane, den he got say like nvr say like that, I mean, of course I noe where my problem ish, I jus nd help to solve it... duh. But he jus come, tell me at the codes jus after the grass there wrong, then I check for typos and all, but dun have!!! Summore I already check so many times liao!!! Its not my fault!!! Its Kane's fault, I pay sch fees to have you teach me, not show me the obvious!!! Haix.... this module dun think can make it liao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, those who have noticed, I got add song riao!!! Wanted to do so very long liao, jus no time, as well as lazy. Den recently, CK put song in his blog, so, jus kapo his codes..lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114710747337226155?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114710747337226155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114710747337226155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114710747337226155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114710747337226155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/05/wad-ish-kane-teaching_09.html' title='Wad ish Kane teaching?'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114693657466073086</id><published>2006-05-06T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T10:29:54.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajisen still sucks!!!</title><content type='html'>Today was supposed to go Ajisen Bishan to learn how to take order. But early morning (11+) the BITCH called. When I returned call at abt (1+), she told me tml to work full day for her. You think I agreed? No way man. I'm not stupid, and I wun be so stupid like them scums. So I straight told her, NO. Den she oso asked me to work on Fri Vesak day. Come on la, I ish Buddhist lei, Vesak day oso wan me to work? Somemore work for you for full day? You mus be jkking. Told her daytime nd to go temple and all. Den she asked me go work at 1pm. WTF!!! You stupid or dumb or crazy or no brains??? Even an idiot can tell that I wun be free at all. But in the end,  negotiated til onli 6pm den nd go work. Which ish still stupid, cos last yr while I was still at Dockers, I was given an off-day, an off-day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summore asked me Sat Sun go PS to work. Sian la, somemore both days work full shifts. Its stupid la bitch, if I work full day, den my h/w how? You do for me issit? Stupid fool. Den she nvr say anything abt it anymore, den I asked if I still had to go dwn today, she say dun nd, cos she very busy, no time to teach me. Gd, one day of not having to face assclown mutha-fucking bastards ish one more day for me to praise this great city I call home, SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile later, Vivian called. Den wan to scold me for not being able to work full shifts. Tell you ar, I was so tulan that if you put an asshole in front of me, he wld have died in my hands. She summore got the guts to raise her voice at me. I alwys say, no guts no glory. This ish one very gd case study. I raised my voice back at her. I told her la, you interview me that time you told me that my default schedule ish 6pm - 10pm. Now you wan to bbq ur words ar? You think wad? I easy to bully issit? You tell me wad I will listen and obey ar? Even if you are Stalin I oso dare to stand up to you, cunt. After that , she told me that when she got tell me that if not enuff ppl, den will ask me to work for full shift. Ehh, but now hor, you are telling me to work for another outlet hor. In the end she asked me to choose one day to work for full. Obviously I chose Sat. After that she jus hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K now, you may be wondering why choosing sat ish obvious. You see, Fri ish a public holiday, thus, for the lessons missed, surely will have to make-up one right? See where I ish going now ya? On Fri when at Bishan will tell them that Sat got make-up lesson. This means that they will surely gabra gabra one, cos dun noe wad to do. Of course they will ask why I nvr call PS instead. Well you see, in Ajisenland, my hp has no caller-id. So, even if they call me, how will I noe their number? Of course, if they ask me why dun go spent more money to get caller-id, of course I will reply, if got money, den I come here work for wad? Might as stay at home play games right? So, some may feel that I ish such an S.O.B. when I ish in Ajisen. Well, I dun wan it to be this way either. You may hate me for my personality, that I can stand, but wad I cant stand ish the fact that I am hated for my nationality, which gives rise to my S.O.B. personality in Ajisen. Ok, I ain't neccesarily the most patriotic Singaporean out there, but I can tell you, right now, I ish more SG den I have ever been in my life, cos right now, ppl hate me for being a SG. Thus, it only served to make me realised how much I owe to this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, stop toking abt the countries and stuff. Cos, received another call frm Ajisen ppl soon after. This time ish Plaza Singapura ppl. Say that since I Sun work half day, she let me work frm 1-5pm. Not bad. Make me feel abit bad abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la, very late le, stop here, tml still nd to go to war. Tawan VS Bitches and Assholes Alliance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114693657466073086?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114693657466073086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114693657466073086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114693657466073086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114693657466073086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/05/ajisen-still-sucks.html' title='Ajisen still sucks!!!'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114685408930445124</id><published>2006-05-06T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:34:49.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIFA ish nth but a WE wannabe</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey. Today I ish gotch praised by Danny Koh le. Cos hor, last week he gave us a practice, ask us to go hm do, but den, in the end, onli Chin Han and me gotch do, so he praise the both of us....hahaha, I ish teacher's pet..lol. Anyway, today lesson oso quite fun, get to play with balls again. This time dun nd to ownself set the keyframes and all those nonsense. Only got to set the ball position, den add gravity and rigid bodies and stuff. It was oso this time that I made an observation of 0503. They ish very wols(read frm back to front) one. Like a some time ago, we play the comp and make sticky keys, den afterwhich continual pressing of the shift key will result in funny funny noises coming out. This was sumthing that they discovered jus a few weeks ago. Not only that, today the animation class that time, I was making a bowling scene la, den it turned out that sumone sitting behind me oso doing the same thing. Wad does it prove, that clown copy me one la. It cant be me copy him right, cos I cant see his screen, he can see my screen right? right? right? Today oso nd to do a fish model. Den Andy, being the weird guy that he ish, tried to be funny by trying to create dunno wad dinosaur fish(not soon hock). Den still loudly say out the full name of the stupid thing like he very pro like that. Of cos he tio flame by other ppl la. Embarrassing to have sat in the same row as him sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus now went to South Canteen for budget lunch again. But today no budget lunch, cos went to eat western after recommendation from Chin Han's sister. Although the food quite nice, but the portions very small, summore the price and food junction price ish more or less the same. My theory ish that the big big size guy frm the FJ western went and threaten the two defenceless aunties from south canteen, force them to sell at high prices jus like them...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, jus now went to buy game. Bought 3 for myself, FIFA World Cup, Ace Combat Zero and WE10. Haven try Ace Combat yet, but definitely very power one. Jus now played World Cup, den when jus enter the game that time, nd to choose the controller type. Den one of the controller types ish WE style one. ie, X - pass, O - cross, [] - shoot, all same, ish exactly WE style. But the gameplay still not bad la. But the best thing abt World Cup ish the presentation of the game. The sound ish very solid, cos the fans cheering ish rly better than WE one. Oso, very sad thing abt World Cup ish that out of the 100+ nations in the game, dun have Singapore!!! Not unusual that SG ish not included in any soccer game, but the thing ish, the game gotch India, Vietnam and some other kacang puteh team, which I dare say ish lousier than SG lor. But the reason no SG cld be the fact that they unable the aquire the licenses, maybe when they ask the FAS for license, FAS say "no money no tok", which turned the EA ppl off, therefore they turned to India instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But WE10 ish rly, rly solid. Alot of things have changed since the last installment, which used the same engine as its predeccesor. WE10 however, uses a brand new game engine and its rly solid. The animations ish now smoother and alot more realistic. Oso, another gd feature ish the quick continue for free kicks, making it much more closer to being the perfect simulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml will start Ace Combat riao, den maybe tok abt it tml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114685408930445124?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114685408930445124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114685408930445124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114685408930445124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114685408930445124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/05/fifa-ish-nth-but-we-wannabe_06.html' title='FIFA ish nth but a WE wannabe'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114667655895679353</id><published>2006-05-04T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T10:17:10.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pangya</title><content type='html'>Today, will jus skip the boring sch stuff and head straight to the so called "exciting" stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today jus started playing this new game called Pangya. Golf game, but Maple stlye one. But main reason I tok abt this ish cos I met someone impt(for me la). This guy's name in the game ish, "stickoman". Den for some reason, toking toking toking, den came to the topic of GMM the scissor paper stone game. This topic brought up cos of the fact that this guy was the developer for the game. Didn't believe him at first lor. I mean, if someone came and told you he was Bill Gates friend, you will believe? Oso, cos throughout the game, got 4 ppl in the room ma, so tok alot of cock. Bottom-line, dun believe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he kept insisting what he claimed. Thus after the match, jus for fun, I went google and did a search on his nick, "stickoman". It turns out his real name ish Kenneth Choo, from 7cans pte ltd. Think I ish xian-ing one can click &lt;a href="http://www.igda.org/member/freeuser.php?uid=101604"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Den continued my search, this time search his company name. Found his website. But was useless one, cos 2003 one. Continual searches and I found a link to the MDA. It turns out, he ish the company's managing director. There oso got the company contacts and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to another point. With all this stuff, its useless right? Not for me. I rly plan to call this guy up. Den try to noe stuff like how he got the project and stuff, while disguising myself as a student doing a survey. Like I always say, "No Guts No Glory". Planning to call on Fri, cos it seems that no more gaming session liao cos nd to buy Jap book. Thus still got 2hrs+ break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enuff said abt the above topic. Will post my progress here. So pls dun ask me "how your progress"...lol. Wan to share a beedeo with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQ6evfOFn2c" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiar. Ya, think this ish that Fat Bastard film one. Dunno wad I toking? Click &lt;a href="http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/02/guo-mei-mei-part-2-2522006.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yklSlkPFXLM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well put this in oso. New MV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114667655895679353?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114667655895679353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114667655895679353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114667655895679353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114667655895679353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/05/pangya.html' title='Pangya'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114650402828900939</id><published>2006-05-01T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T10:20:28.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>五月天</title><content type='html'>Ytd went for pool with Qing, Kel, Kaiheng and CK. No Sheng(go out with "Dear") and Boon Wee(No thx).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason why I jio them out ish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long time nvr meet riao&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanted to go Bugis and lao lan the Ajisen bastards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly, go watch Mayday concert at Padang --- see GMM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;But only told the rest abt going pool. Went to arcade first. Den arcade that time, Bishan Ajisen bitch called, asked me to go dwn on Fri to work there. Gd, saved me the trouble of going dwn to Bugis there to fuck them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually ish planned to go there eat chicken rice one, but the chicken rice there nvr open, sian. Ended up eating Mac, den tok cock. Some of the inside jokes we joked about there cannot mention here, otherwise mata sure catch one...lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, went the pool there, den got LAN, price only $0.90/hr. Den decided to go play. But blardy hell. The comp ish suck like hell, the RAM onli 32mb nia!!! Not onli that, the CLT monitor even got the destop burn into the screen liao. Den I told Qing the reason why got this ish cos they very stupid, think that the will be very popular, thus dun nd to have screensavers...lol. Den I suay, cos I tio one comp fucked-up til cannot play. Den approached the staff, den they offered to change comp for me, but the price will have to balik reset, thus it means I have to pay for the 5mins or so I spent tryin to understand how come a comp in this present day and age can suck so much. I very tulan, so I scold him lor, wth? I haven play anything yet you wan to take money frm me, den after that, he said if I dun wan to play anymore, I wont have to pay. Of course I dun wan to play anymore la. Wah piang, ur comp so sucky still dare to open LAN. I rather stay at home and play Gameboy. But Qing Kel and Kaiheng continued playing lor. After that den play pool. Kaiheng nvr play, watch us play. But his eyes keep looking for chiobus. Which ish gd, I can concentrate more on the game, cos got sumone to help me search for eye candy...lol. Den pool that time got sumthing happen between Kaiheng and Kel. Not nice to mention here, but very funny though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After pool, Qing and Kaiheng pangsei us. Left me CK and Kel. Den I keep urging them to accompany me go Padang. After countless "steady la", we went over to City Hall there for budget dinner. Den hor, ytd I was very lucky. Ya rly, cos on the way go City Hall(we walked over), all the traffic light we walk to, just nice turn green, thus no time wasted. Oso, one the path to the padang there, got bird shit drop frm above, den missed me only by milimetres!!! How lucky can you get!? I was like 1mm away frm kena-ing a headshot, which will have definitely spoiled my day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that went to Padang for the main event. Reached at abt 7pm, but still stand quite in front. But starting ish all those unheard of singers, sian like wad. Den ard 8+ that time, the one I was waiting for came on. Sang 2 songs, 勾勾手 and 不怕不怕. But after editing frm Mediacock, only got 不怕不怕. Dun get wad I mean? I mean, every singer sang two songs last night, but when shown on TV, a lot of cutting was done, and every singer, except for A-Do and Sun Yanzi had only one song. Stupid mediacock. But jus seeing GMM last night was damn song lor, although frm where we stood, the GMM on stage was onli like a small colourful figure dancing. Oso, last night can sense that she was very nervous lor, esp from the way she sang 勾勾手. Even CK oso sensed it, and when he asked me if the song ish meant to be like that, I jus said ya, its meant to be like that. But deep inside I noe its not like that...lol. But this ish sumthing that those who nvr attend last night will not noe one...lol. Ytd think she was the only one that got put effort to the attire lor, cos the rest of the singers all like anyhow anyhow one, wear one top and jeans nia. And summore, very unhappy abt the fact that GMM performance was quite early one. Usually, those that perform early one ish those unfamous and singers no one wld care one. So why like that lei? Does it mean that even among Singaporean singers, her rank ish quite low one? I mean, even Jacintha and Shit Haikel got to perform later lor. I mean, have you ever heard of Jacintha before? And do you noe that she already released 4 albums riao? Its crazy man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Jacintha came on, can see alot of ppl all either squatted or sat down, including us, obviously not even interested wad she was performing. Oso, standing still for such long hrs ish not exactly fun. But still confused why someone like that ish not the first item.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Den of course, A-Do and Stephanie Sun was the last 2 to perform, cos they are the pride of SG. The li-foo performance frm Stephanie and A-Do rly good, no wonder placed them at the ending. Oso, luckily there got thos kind of big big screens, otherwise rly a wasted trip cos its not fun to try and see small figures jumpin ard the stage and not noe wads going on. And we were lucky to stand in an optimal position to view the scenes from the big screen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, the concert was very enjoyable. First time for me, go this type of concert, summore free one. But oso, no matter how good, will still have fucktards ard. Last night got two grps ard us. First one ish this China assclown, smoke imitation cigarettes one, summore smoke till so song. Blardy smelly lor, and he buay paiseh mei? Smoke this kind of stuff for wad? It jus makes you appear even more stupid den you rly are. So we decided to relocate, stand infront of the bastard, block him frm the view. Nxt grp of bastards. Make alot of noise only. They think they can sing very well, sing so loud, nabei. Assholes, too bad we ppl not enuff, otherwise can go and fuck them. I mean, its very irritating to have a grp of assholes singing so badly while you are trying to enjoy urself. Nabei. Spoil ppl day nia. But still, despite this assholes, ytd was rly very fun. Got to see GMM, as well as all the other stars such as Kelly Poon and Stephanie Sun, which ish rly worth it lor, cos, its free!!!...lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K la, post a few pics from the concert, screens using TV card, thus not very clear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/GMM1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;GMM.....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/GMM2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/kelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kelly Poon&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/joi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joi Chua&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/a-do.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A-Do&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steph Sun&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/jacintha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seriously, have you heard of her before?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/owned.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OWNED!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114650402828900939?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114650402828900939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114650402828900939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114650402828900939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114650402828900939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='五月天'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114641439037419584</id><published>2006-04-30T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T09:29:43.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncing Balls (events from Fri and Sat)</title><content type='html'>Friday fisrt lesson was 3D modeling and animation, gd module cos this ish one of the main reasons I chose TD over game prg. Reason why last week no lesson was cos last week Danny Koh went for exams, cos he taking his Masters in Multimedia Ent, or sumthing, power sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today got lecture on the principles of animation. Quite a lot of it ish common sense, but still, unless went for the lecture, would not have given the subject much tot. Andy today oso very enthu, keep trying to act smart, while oso keep trying to make frens with other class ppl. But dun think they wan to fren him tough. Den today practical, mus animate a ball bouncing. Quite easy la, considering the fact that dun nd to take into account physics such as weight gravity momentum all this, jus have to make the ball bounce up and stop after some time. Den oso got try to make the ball move while bouncing. Den, try to make the ball seem "squashed" when it lands, while "stretch" while it bounces off, lastly, ish to simulate a bowling bowl rolling off a ramp. Overall, the practical quite fun lor, cos rly dun have the feeling that I ish doing the practical jus for the sake of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that got 3hrs break. Sick sial. Luckily can stay inside the lab. But Andy pangsei us. But I prefer to say that he pangsei himself, cos he scared we pangsei him...lol. Den play game. Played F.E.A.R., damn song. The graphics fkking chio, summore the heard Chin Han say the sound oso damn solid. I cant rly comment on the sound, cos I played using the internal speakers, so cannot rly feel the solidness, cos other class ppl was playing DOTA there, summore make the whole place like LAN. Played for 2hrs like that, den Ah Lam came in for his class, den bo pian, went for lucnh. Went for budget lunch at North Canteen. Only ate $1.90, cheap, summore filling, song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went for Jap lesson. Den nd to hand in homework, "xi zi", den very funny, cos the teacher very strict, cos abit abit oso he wan to correct. Got one word, I tot I write very nice, but he still mark as wrong, den I ask Yanlong got wad dif with wad I wrote and wad Otah wrote, den he told me, "his one look more like Japanese"...lol. Oso today Yangzhi nvr come for lesson, again, den Otah ask Ramli they all where ish Yangzhi, den they discuss in chinese. Den very scary, Otah join in the discussion, speaking in chinese oso, scary, sial, cos nxt time cannot use chinese to scold him...lol. Den today oso explore Jap map, nd to highlight this part highlight that part, even Otah hometown oso nd to highlight. Summore he very humorus. Take this phrase for example, "in 1945, the americans drop sumthing in Hiroshima". Btw, he oso noes the word "ulu ulu", scary sial......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat:&lt;br /&gt;Nth much to day. Nua day. But got funny thing. Even at hm oso got ppl ask me for direction. First was Karkar, ask me how to go to yishun cc. At first tot ish my hse that nee soon east cc, den asked him take 800, one stop. But later turn out ish Chong Pang. Chong Pang and Nee Soon east got alot of dif. But when give him direction that time I oso abit scared give wrong info, cos I usually dun take bus to Chong Pang one, I walk over from MRT ma, but to sumone not frm Yishun, surely very difficult one lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, Sheng ask me how to get frm Marina to Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I ish street directory...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw found this video on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4eVdsoSeFu4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tune sound familiar, cos its copy Jolin one lor. Here ish the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qvpMAKnde88" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114641439037419584?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114641439037419584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114641439037419584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114641439037419584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114641439037419584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/bouncing-balls-events-from-fri-and-sat.html' title='Bouncing Balls (events from Fri and Sat)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114615619788494862</id><published>2006-04-28T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T09:43:22.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack, slack, slack........</title><content type='html'>Long time nvr do C++ liao. Today do come coding here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bool&lt;/span&gt; angry;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bool&lt;/span&gt; write_blog;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; (angry)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;          write_blog = &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;return&lt;/span&gt; new_post;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;          continue_playing_game = &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;return&lt;/span&gt; good_form;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wad I wrote up there basically means that if I tulan, den I will blog, otherwise I wil continue playing. After the countless hrs (103hrs to be exact) playing WE9, I have figured out that to win in WE9, its doesn't only take skill, which I feel I gotch a lot of...lol, it still take a fair bit of luck, form, as well as mood when playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the way Mr Low last time say, "Success = talent + effort + attitude". If you are lacking in talent, you jus gotta make up in effort and attitude. But I feel that when it comes to games, its so much different. Its more of like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skill --- 20%&lt;br /&gt;Form --- 20%&lt;br /&gt;Luck --- 20% &lt;br /&gt;Mood --- 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun understand why mood ish allocated a huge 40%? I'm doing this based on me. And when I ish not in the mood to play, as in tired or wad, when playing that time really cannot concentrate, den form , luck, skill all gone, den can even lose to n00b, or even assholes(jus played against one jus now, no ettiquette bastard). Even when I understand this, I still get angry when I loose, den come here to ramble and rant. Hope you guys dun mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My this post not rly want to rant abt WE9 one. But its true that today my form damn sucky. Want to tok abt my day. Wed, storyboarding. Got this assignment that nd us to draw this character we "created". As all may noe, I cant draw, if I can draw, I wld be in design sch, not IT. Dun noe wad to draw. In the end drew a soccer player, took inspiration frm those 7-11 models, those head big big, body small small one. The front view still not bad, but when see liao rly want to laugh, cos the face very funny. Nd to draw four views, ie, side front back and 3/4. When it came to the 3/4 view, already sian liao, cos see wad I draw see liao wan to cry...lol. And oso nvr draw 3/4 before. Thus it turned out that only head ish in 3/4 persp, den the rest ish like normal, I oso dun care. Den for some reason, the head of the 3/4 view one look like an assclown, AS.... lol. Chin Han drew this anime girl, den took inspiration frm Elva, while Andy did very simple drawing of sotong alien. Kiang. At fist tot he sure draw Emma Watson or dinosaur one. Sad sial, why Ah Lam wan to do this thing to torment us. But its still better than Ah Quah lesson la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ish TD techniques. Project management in disguise. But its alot better than Ah Quah teach one. Today play with creating folders, very boring and simple one. Create folders, create branching nia. After that was MEL... ahhhhhhhh!!! And like always, Micheal Ng was teaching himself, ie, the way he teach, macham toking to himself...lol. Rly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard from Wye they all they game prg one like very sick, alot of work. Sad sad, I oso dun noe wad to say. Lucky I in TD, not so sick, quite slack, only Ah Lam make us wan to cry by askin us to do thing to let him laugh.... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml ish Fri, got 3D modelling and animation. Gd cos I like, but after that got 3hrs break.... sian lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114615619788494862?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114615619788494862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114615619788494862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114615619788494862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114615619788494862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/slack-slack-slack.html' title='Slack, slack, slack........'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114604491182035168</id><published>2006-04-26T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T02:48:31.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asshole Alert</title><content type='html'>"Game experience may change during online play". You noe why you always see this message when you play any game? Its cos its a known fact that you will meet assholes online. Thats wad happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics of an asshole in WE9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;place the match time as 10(normal)mins, but changes this to 30 when you click ready.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use "bugs" to win, eg, foul opponent to prevent from scoring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Show no sportsmanship in games. When you kick the ball out for a throwin, this assholes try and be funny by saying "goal".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Win by luck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;This ish the asshole I met jus now. Damn tulan with him. No class at all this bitch. Displays all the characteristics I jus mentioned. Fuck him. FuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuck all the way to hell. This ish the kind of asshole that ppl see liao wan to whack. I oso no nd to flame him so much here, cos sure got others wan to flame him one. His name ish GM, it mus mean Gay Mutha-fucker, thats wad he ish. You see, ppl like him, soon will cos no one wan to play with him, den rot til he finnaly dies and stink up the whole place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/instant-asshole-200.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114604491182035168?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114604491182035168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114604491182035168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114604491182035168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114604491182035168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/asshole-alert.html' title='Asshole Alert'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114589749094726589</id><published>2006-04-24T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T03:24:53.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Gay ish cool</title><content type='html'>Today got Kane lesson. Sian, lecture 1 hr + 3 hr lab. Lecture ish can die one, boring like hell. Its only boring cos dun understand wad Kane toking abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today lab oso no better. The way the ppt ish prepared ish like we noe all abt DirectX riao. This ish stupid. If I understand DirectX, den I come in this course gam lan? Summore the frame rate fkking sucky. 0.25fps. Frame rate prob was solved later though. But today got the feeling that Kane very tulan. He very buay song. Dunno how to explain la, sumthings ish feel one, nt see one...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today go hm that time got very heavy rain, even shelter oso no use, the rain still will slash in frm the sides. Scary sial. Summore on the way to the mrt dat time, got huge jam, no space to walk. Summore, got alot of car drive past. Very easy to tio splash, but very heng, nvr tio, otherwise sure gg, no where to run oso. But got one grp of gers walking behind us very suay, kena splash, den make alot of noise. very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today main aim ish to intro sumone to you all. His name ish Hard Gay. Very funny this guy. Got a few more videos, but think this ish the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be the only gay that Kel see liao wun tulan one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-aiHJgvlTu4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hor, this guy actually not gay, ish act gay nia, cos he engaged to get married lao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114589749094726589?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114589749094726589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114589749094726589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114589749094726589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114589749094726589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/hard-gay-ish-cool.html' title='Hard Gay ish cool'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114580510109795269</id><published>2006-04-23T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T02:56:02.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make an effective movie</title><content type='html'>Still rmb last Wed storyboarding lesson. Ah Lam pointed out that every movie follows a certain rule, which ish very "old sch" but effective and ish a mus. "Rules" that include having 3 scenes, blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got my own list on how to make an effective movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It does not matter how heavily outnumbered your hero ish in a fight involving martial arts, he should nvr panic cos the enemies will wait patiently to attack him one by one, dancing around in a threatening manner until he has knocked out their predecessors. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Honest and hard-working policemen are traditionally gunned down three days before their retirement. The nxt day, the hero will cry at the funeral, vowing to avenge the dead guy. On the day he shld have had retired, the villian will lose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All beds have special L-shaped sheets that reach the armpit level of a woman, but only the waist level of the man lying beside her. The female actor usually finds herself on the wrong side of the bed in most movies. They only get it right in porn flicks. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At least one of a pair of identical twins is born evil. An impt rule when creating a budget film, by having one actor acting in two roles. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most laptop computers are powerful enough to override the communications system of any invading alien society. Aliens have cool flying saucers though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rather than wasting bullets, villians prefer to kill their arch enemies using complicated machinery involving fuses, pulley systems, deadly gasses, lasers, and man-eating sharks. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're very likely to survive any battle in any war unless you make the mistake of showing someone a picture of your sweetheart back home. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A man will show no pain while taking the most ferocious beating, but will wince when a woman tries to clean his wounds. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If a large pane of glass is visible, someone will be thrown through it before long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If staying in a haunted house, women should investigate any strange noises in their most revealing underwear. This ish one rule that I dun agree with. Its a horror movie. Imagine how much more scary it will be if the audience saw sum one like the Big Show running ard the place in nth but a tiny little thong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even when driving down a perfectly straight road, it is necessary to turn the steering wheel vigorously from left to right every few moments. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All bombs are fitted with electronic timing devices with large red readouts so you know exactly when they're going to go off, but luckily you'll always blindly choose to cut the right wire jus before the timer hits 1.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A detective can only solve a case once he has been suspended from duty. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Police departments give their officers personality tests to make sure they are deliberately assigned a partner who is their total opposite.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114580510109795269?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114580510109795269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114580510109795269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114580510109795269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114580510109795269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-to-make-effective-movie.html' title='How to make an effective movie'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114572252323356056</id><published>2006-04-23T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T09:15:24.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ish year two riao</title><content type='html'>So fast, been in NYP for one yr liao. Now second yr liao. Now in TD, and oso, alot of diff frm yr one, esp lecturers. So now tok abt the new lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan Simonsen aka Simon Sena aka Kane&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Quah in diguise. Same one. Lecture very boring, notes oso any how one. But cannot anyhow with him, cos will face the risk of kena-ing a chokeslam thru whole comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Lam aka Ah Lam&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Not rly new lecturer, cos he taught visual arts last yr. This time ard he teaching alone, teach storyboarding. Likes to use the words "old school" for everything, he oso enjoys laughing on his own. But he still not bad, cos he frm his accent, can see his main language ish chinese, which ish gd. He still owe us mee goreng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivier aka Mr Bean&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Teach technical direction techniques one, which ish jus a clone, if not advanced project management. Looks alok like Mr Bean, but he come from France one, so when speaking he sound a lot like Arsene Wenger, thus, nd to rly strain ur ear to understand him. But his notes still not bad. Easy to understand, or issit the program we used to draw Gantt Chart easy to use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ota Kenji aka Otah&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Teach jap one. Quite gd la he, but teach too fast liao lor, wad he taught in the two hrs, I already forgot liao....lol. He say he took chinese as a third language one. Sia la, cannot use chinese to scold him...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One gd thing abt now ish that a lot of filtering has beem done. Alot of assclowns no longer appear infront of me everyday. These assclowns include Hebe and the enthus of 0502 as well as AS and Botah of 0504. Another thing that has gone thru filtering ish the lecturers. One of those filtered out of my life ish the fucking Gay Tang. Heard that time during his lecture he tok abt me. Den still toking abt last time my test results. Still say dunno I eat wad b4 test ar? Nabei, haven't he heard of the something known as working hard as well as seeking help frm Malik? I have said it once, and I will say it again, the fact that I did well for that test had nth to do with his teaching, heck, I think that it helped me that I nvr paid any attention durin his lectures. Sian, fuck him man. Hope nxt time see him he ask me why I nvr choose prg, den I can tell him, because games prg got him, den can see his stunned look. That will surely make my day man....lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114572252323356056?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114572252323356056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114572252323356056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114572252323356056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114572252323356056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-ish-year-two-riao.html' title='I ish year two riao'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114555419848476045</id><published>2006-04-21T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:29:58.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday may not be that fucked-up afterall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sian la, it seems that everytime I ish blogging, I ish not in any good mood one. Like ytd, nvr win contest, today, fucking formless at WE9. Its now so bad that I ish feeling that the fucked-up winless streak I kena last month ish coming back. Ahh, this post is not for me to tok abt WE9, but to tok abt my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sch start onli at 2pm, thus, whole morning free. Gd meh? Fuck you la, it sux la. Nth to do at all. Summore WE9 server morning got maintenance, fuck it la, jus like dat, whole morning nth to do. Fuck, wasted my time la. Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson was in blk N, but then the sch very fucked-up, blk N ish located at an unknown location. Its stupid for the sch to built their sch this way. Wad they think they trying to do? Built something like Hogwarts ar? Got alot of secret passages...lol. Had a rly hard time looking for the place. Den in the end, gave up, called Chin Han for help. After his help only did I manage to locate the idiotic location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in the lab that time already almost 2pm liao. But the whole place still quite empty. Mus be due to the hard time ppl mus face trying to locate the stupid place. Lecturer ish this guy from France, call Olivier. Think its definitely his idea to have the lecture in such a secluded area of the campus. He mus think that its "romantic"...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out one impt thing. This module ish actually PPMan in disguise!!! Fuck la, I have been owned!!! Fuck la. Summore the lecturer macham mini Ah Quah like dat, tok what oso dun understand. Ah Quah ish make ppl slp, he ish make ppl confused. Wah piang, if this two clowns are the only lecturers in NYP, think the value of a diploma there will be as useful as a diploma obtained from &lt;insert&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today oso watch moobie, watch Star Wars Episode 3. Aye, I pay money for you lecturers to teach me, not to show moobies, wan to watch moobie I anytime can go buy DVD from M'sia, dun nd to enrol in your course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After moobie, nd to do practical. Today practical ish do Quah chart...lol. No la, its Gantt chart. Sumthing thats super stupid and idiotic. Those who did it before will noe. Den today, at least not bad, got program to do the chart. Unlike last time, use excel. Actually this module still not bad, cos the way the slides and how the lesson ish presented still not bad. But think its jus cos its 100x better than Ah Quah, so I feel its not bad, otherwise, it may be only average nia. Aniwae, found the Gantt Chart drawing tool still quite easy to draw. Nt bad, maybe this module wont fail. Aniwae, today Zili sat beside me. WTF!! The chao spoilt brat. Suay lor. Dun he noe nobody likes him? But today he still try to be friendly with us, try to tok to us, fren fren like dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oso, found a whole load of game in the comps there. Got Doom 3 got C&amp;C Generals and oso dunno wad shit. So was thinking, if friday, after 3D animation class, can stay in the lab gd lor, play game for 3hrs, otherwise surely bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the reason why I in bad mood. WE9. Cant seem to find any form. Been on a 4/5 winless streak. Fuck la, reminds me of last month. Not onli that, what makes it so more suay ish the fact that got two time play against Inter. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!. The hate I now have for the team ish so huge that I was even feeling happy that there were alot of troubles with the team in real life. Read that the coach wans to leave the team, the players dun get along. And oso the fact that even the fans hate the players as well as the team doing badly. I literally felt happy when I read abt this, no joke. And oso, got twice went up against Liverpool. I hate Liverpool jsu for the fact that they are Liverpool. Nvr liked them, nvr will. Angry with myself, angry at everything. Why am I doing so badly? Think I ish stupid getting all so angry jus for a game? Den I believe you are not a gamer or a football fan. I think I ish feeling more frustration den anger ba. For those of you who dun play game and wan to noe the feeling, let me try to find an analogy. Imagine you spent like dunno how long preparing for a major exam, den you failed that particular exam. Not as simple as that, it doesn't stop there. You continue failing your papers no matter how hard you try. Ya, thats the closest you can come to my feeling. Thus, I will be heeding advice given by CK, to stay away from the game. And oso, I have felt that whenever I ish in bad mood, blogging makes me feel better....lol. Maybe nxt time you see a sudden spurt in the amt of post, you will noe that its rly "what a day" riao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/busy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ya, do not listurb, even though I ish feeling better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114555419848476045?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114555419848476045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114555419848476045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114555419848476045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114555419848476045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/friday-may-not-be-that-fucked-up.html' title='Friday may not be that fucked-up afterall'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114550825571852468</id><published>2006-04-20T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T09:05:59.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LJ party</title><content type='html'>Jus figured out that in my talking of cock ytd, I didn't tok abt how the radio station call-in works. So, decided to add this post in, and oso cos nth to do at the moment cos waiting for time to go sch. Oso, today WE9 got server maintenance, thus whole morning nua nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how it went for me. Firstly, when the DJ plays a song, den you are prompted to try to call-in. Den when you call, it depends on your luck whether you get through or not. So maybe, last nite maybe I was lucky liao, jus to be able to call in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot get through, but my technique was to continually spam the re-dial button on the phone. Den when got through, nd to wait for dunno how long before the call was picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that was asked was the name. Den when I ans Tawan, the two DJs keep saying it as da-wan(big bowl). Only after repeating myself for a few times and spelling it out did they understand it as Tawan, summore still wan to make fun say its Taiwan, only without the i. Cant say that it made me angry or anything, cos I get ppl saying Tawan as Taiwan alot of times. Summore they got ask whether its my real name. Of course say no la. Den after that, asked me what I wanted to guess. At first tot ish tio the real thing liao, den guessed, but think it was like a testing like that, wan to make sure that no one give crap thing when on air. After that, they asked me to hold on, dun hang up. Den heard the broadcast from the radio coming out of my phone, same thing, summore suprised that got no lag one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the song playing ended, wad I was hearing was still the same sound coming out from my own radio thru the phone. Den when they started to ans call, they nvr even say whose, jus say hello, hello, how to noe who they calling? Den I was the 2nd in line, cos the first one hung up, due to the stupid way if acknowledgin phone calls. After that, they ask for my name again, den on-air made fun of Tawn &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. Tawan very funny meh? At least its better den name call Brayden or wad lor. Aniwae, was asked wad I wanted to guess, den ans wrong, they jus say bye bye den tio cupped liao, jus like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling abit sad at that missed opportunity ytd.... Nxt time when I call this type of thing, mus have Sheng nxt to me, he always this type of thing very lucky one, everytime hear him winning stuff frm radio one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, those wondering who the DJs are, its Peifen and Jiahui. And Sheng, nxt time got GMM contest on radio hor, you mus help me hor...lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114550825571852468?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114550825571852468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114550825571852468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114550825571852468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114550825571852468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/lj-party.html' title='LJ party'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114546453275079648</id><published>2006-04-20T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T09:36:53.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With great power comes great responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry, but right now not in gd mood, so maybe got some sarcasm or something that will make anyone tulan or wad, I will apologise in advance. The reason for my bad mood I will explain later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, today ish the third day of the new sch year, but for me, its jus the 2nd day, cos ytd no sch... yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, today lessons start at 9(fuckking early lor, cannot slp late). Module : Storyboarding, lecturer : Ah Lam. Long time nvr see him riao, been almost a yr, the last time he taught us he taught visual art techniques last yr, summore still owe mee goreng. Today lesson pretty much as if no lesson, cos wad I feel ish, most of the things he covered today were more or less touched on by Limly last sem for DE&amp;S. After he tok tok, den play movie, Spiderman 2. So, for the nxt 2 hrs or so, watch this movie that I already watched at least 2x riao. Boring. The main reason he show us the movie ish so that for us to identify the three acts in the movie as well as those boh liao stuff. Class ended early today, so for maybe the only time this sem, can go for lunch on Wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was Comms skill. I tio the same class as 04, botah and AS class. Suay lor. But heng, cos dun have the two bastards, but still, alot of the 04 ppl ish ppl that in my life I have nvr seen before one. Scary. But the gd thing ish, the bulk of the ppl ish frm my class...woot. So, the whole lesson damn song. And the gd thing abt Comms skill ish that its some sort of a toking cock session. Den the lecturer dunno why spoke abt this news in the papers, abt a boy in a top JC in SG that cos of having privates that he felt were too small, took his own life. Soon after, alot of cock language was flying abt the room, including threories why the guy killed himself. Den before lecture end, nd to discuss abt doing a group assignment on a company, den my team chose Sembcorp, ya, the collect rubbish one. One funny thing though ish, the company ish ranked rather high in the amt of money they earned last yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the reason why I ish moody. Jus now 933fm gotch contest to win GMM stuff, the game ish to guess wad GMM wan to give. Den I tried my luck. If you were hearing the radio jus now, yesh, I ish the Tawan. Of course mus try ma, GMM lei...lol. The reason why I ish not happy ish cos, nvr win, den the person after me won. Actually I oso no clue abt what the item ish, jus wan to try luck, cos GMM ma. My guess was pouch, the correct one ish earphone. Sian. When I start to think abt it, there was a fkking obvious clue before I called, but nvr pay much attention cos was playing WE9. Fuck la. I still rmb hearing the clue, ish not "chuan" on yr ear, but "dai" on ear one. Very tulan with myself lor, cld have easily won it but let the chance slip out of my hand jus like that. All becos of WE9. Fuck la. Why so suay. Very sour abt it lor, cos now to think of it hor, I rly shld have thought abt it, but I didn't, why like that....... Maybe I ish tired liao cannot think well cos today woke up to early? Maybe, so fuck NYP for the lousy timetable. Lastly, why I so suay, for that rd of calls answering, I kena as the first one? Mus be the DJ guailan. Fuck them as well. Nvr put someone infront of me to at least give me clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/dundisturb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(do not disturb otherwise you dun mind me blaming you for my missed opportunity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Normal Tawan ish scheduled to return tml after the disappoinment wears off &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114546453275079648?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114546453275079648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114546453275079648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114546453275079648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114546453275079648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/with-great-power-comes-great.html' title='With great power comes great responsibility'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114529269503332764</id><published>2006-04-18T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T09:51:35.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>Before I tok abt the happenings in sch today, first touch on the stuff I did during the holis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, and most impt, ish WE9. It rly seems that it has already become a staple thing in my life. My onli regret ish probably the fact that due to the fucked-up Ajisen schedule, I missed my opportunity to get reach division 1 during the holidays. Now still nd to wait til tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that I have been doing ish the unending quest for a job. Took me 2 weeks+ as well as almost 5 interviews or so before I found Ajisen. Regret, shld have heed the advice of those who have told me to not find a waiter's job. But nvr mind, cos it has onli served to make me more patriotic and more grateful to my country, SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, return to main topic. Today. School onli start at 2pm, so whole morning at home nua. Think its abit boh liao to have sch start so late, cos theres nth to do in the morning anyway, like today, today, whole morning nth to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lesson was lecture at LTM1, big big one. Den tio conned, lecturer nvr come. So for the whole one hr or so, we jus inside the lecture theatre tok cock. Wye bought this puzzle toy today, den we try to solve. Cannot solve, den when toking cock halfway, YL solved it...lol. So pro. Den continued toking cock while tryin to solve it the right way. Den found out DET got new club, call the anti-karkar club, formed by AS-kia, and probably botah, stemming frm last time the 3 weeks project. Think its jus fuckking childish lor, macham pri sch like dat. Hello!! In poly liao hor, still so childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went for lab, very sian, cos we in same lab as botah and AS. Fuck la. The lecturer ish Allan Simonsen, but dunno who call him Simon Sena aka John Cena. Den it turned out he look more like Kane. Cannot fool ard with him, otherwise later tio chokeslam...lol. Advanced CompG. Teach directx, very hard to understand what he teach lor, dunno wad shit oso. Summore unlike last sem glut, can copy and paste the codes, now the codes all become image liao, mus ownself type. Lecturer oso very boring, like Ah Quah, summore when I ask him thing, the way he reply oso like Quah, say abit of useless stuff den walk away liao. At least now no more Quah liao. Got feeling that he may be teaching PPMan to year one. Sad for them lor. Summore heard this year got 10 girls, that means every 12 guys have to share one girl. For my batch, every 30+ guys share one girl, however, the girl ish nobody wan one...lol. Today go sch nvr even learn any shit. Fuck la, waste one day, somemore no attendance to sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, heard frm YL that AS during orientation hold recruitment drive into the anti-karkar club. Den heard that 03 ish standing on their side, den 02 and them get along well one, so now it seems that it may be the Homies vs the DET brats. But think if got a breakout or wad, think most prob Ramly they all will stand on our side, but YL say not likely, more likely they wont chap one. I dunno, jus feel that Ramly they all ish like those pai kia pai kia, den will tok loyalty one. Dunno la. Jus prepare for all out mob war....lol. Play too much Godfather liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, tml ish Tue. Tue eat KFC delivery gotch dicount and they call it Super Tues. But thats not the reason why Tue ish gd, Tue ish good onli cos got no sch for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114529269503332764?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114529269503332764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114529269503332764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114529269503332764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114529269503332764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114517218220293606</id><published>2006-04-16T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T02:28:36.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to hell, or return from hell?</title><content type='html'>Today ish the last day of my holidays liao. But unlike most ppl, I am rly looking forward to returning to sch tml. One of the main reasons ish it means that I wont have to face bastards&lt;br /&gt;day in day out, as well as going back into familiar waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oso, it seems that since I have beenn transfered over to Bugis, I have been running into clones ever so frequently. Like that day, ran into three clones, ytd, I ran into 3 clones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First clone, Taufik clone. The Singapore Idiot's clone, or maybe its him. In MRT on the way to work, den say this guy, look rly like him, and some more wear sunglasses indoor. Oso, he was in the last cabin, most probably to hide from the crowd. Even if it was him, it wont be the first time I saw famous ppl on the MRT. Still rmb when I was working, got once saw Agu Casmir and Itimi Dickson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd, I tot it wld be my last day of work at Bugis. So, went to tell Eileen and oso tok cock. Suhara and another new guy was there. Den tok abit on the World Cup, before I used their fitting room to change, den go back to Ajisen there. Den today, the big bitch was there. I soon had the feeling that she was there to observe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I said, last nite saw three clones. One was Taufik clone, the nxt two were both GMM clones. First one, came with two other friends. The hairstyles very alike, den when I serve them that time, saw the clone from behind, rly tot it was her, cos her hair ish oso purple colour one. But when put their food on their table, den saw her face, den knew, false alarm. It was a clone. Nxt clone, came with another man, old man, which can be her father liao, but maybe ish her BF. This one, hair colour ish same, face oso look quite alike. Gotch a few times when walk past her table, den saw her, rly got the feeling like saw GMM, but cannot be, cos the clone the hair too long, voice oso not alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd oso very busy, but not as busy as Friday and Thur. Work til the crowd like not so much liao, the big bitch, Jenny, pull me aside to tok to me. She said a lot of bird language lor. Like wad Bishan already got two big size waiter liao, den if add me will be funny. Wan to ask her, why funny? Fat ppl funny ar? Not onli that, she say that she give me one week break to study, den see how I can cope, den see how. Not onli that, she oso say that she not impressed by my performance, say I not aggressive enuff. Why mus I be so aggressive? I onli get $5 per hr, you wan me to run here run there do shit? I try to minimise the amt of times I go and clear tables, cos everytime see ppl eat finish see all the leftover, all appetite oso lost. Wan my performance to improve ish not hard one. Jus have to give me better pay, its easy as that. Another way for you to get me to work harder ish to treat me better. You are now in my country, can you at least bother to show me some respect? Den oso, since I told her that I can onli work on Tue, Sat and Sun, she say will be hard to plan schedule. Why hard? I can understand that it will seem funny to have too many ppl working on a weekday, but wads so funny? Can jus give someone an offday on Tue ma? Hard to plan schedule meh? Den naturally, you will wan to have as many ppl as possible to work on a weekend right? Sometimes wonder whether this ppl are jus stupid or jus plain idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near closing, gotch one les couple came in. Den onli ordered one set. Den this "guy"(cos hair short one, den look like guy) ask me for small bowl. I gave him a children bowl (i guailan, cos the girl quite chio, why choose another girl? Choose me better ma). When he using that bowl, cannot help but keep laughing, den Vivian saw, den scold me, but she oso laughing, den I said, she ask for small bowl ma. Can feel that she oso trying to control her laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd got another confrontation. This time with another waiter, his name ish Jimmy, from Veitnam. Ytd when doing closing I sat down to clean wipe the menus. Den he kp, say cannot sit. Ask who say can sit? I damn tulan, I diao-ed him. Oso boh pian, stand up and do, den purposely do slow like snail. Cant speak proper English wan to kpkb. Assclown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml going sch liao, no more fuckers!!! Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114517218220293606?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114517218220293606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114517218220293606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114517218220293606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114517218220293606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/return-to-hell-or-return-from-hell.html' title='Return to hell, or return from hell?'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114519944379334390</id><published>2006-04-16T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T08:14:11.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SRFC and Juventus</title><content type='html'>I have said many a times. There are alot of similarities between Juventus and SRFC, apart from the jersey. And one of this similarities ish the formation. Since I ish now on hiatus from WE9, I now got time to do boh liao stuff liao...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/1600/SRFC_formation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px" height="341" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/SRFC_formation.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/1600/juve_formation.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px" height="414" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/juve_formation.2.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, Wei Cong, I rmb the reason why you started to support SRFC liao. Last time you ish anti-SFRC, cos I ish pro-SRFC. The reason you start supporting ish cos of their start to the 2003 season, whereby they went on a 9 game undefeated run, den rmb you told me, "Sembawang Rangers not bad ar, 9 games unbeaten". Rmb? Den soon aft you started popping up at matches at Yishun Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning to WE9 actively on Tue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114519944379334390?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114519944379334390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114519944379334390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114519944379334390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114519944379334390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/srfc-and-juventus.html' title='SRFC and Juventus'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114507428423279100</id><published>2006-04-15T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T02:29:32.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I said, today ish my PS2's birthday. Three years ago today, I bought it from Vincent, cant rmb whether got discount anot...lol. Why I rmb the date so well? Cos, actually planned to buy the console on Gd Friday one, and as I have said before, Gd Friday has nvr been at all gd for me. So, that day when went down to the shop, it was closed liao. !#$%^&amp;amp;*! So bo pian, bought on the nxt day.Den still rmb that time my father said, if today the shop oso nvr open, means you destined to nvr buy a PS2 liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tok abt ytd. Went to Ajisen to eat lor. Den ytd oso alot of ppl, work til wanna die. Summore ytd got the biggest bitch of all the bitches, Jenny. I call her that only cos she ish macham the "lady boss" in Ajisen. Den saw her do things do till very fast, like machine like that...lol. And jus because of that, she thinks she can go ard scolding ppl for being slow. Her two main targets were me and Alex(the Indonesian boy), cos we were both new. Stupid bitch. Den when I discuss with Auntie abt the Jenny do things fast, she say ish act fast one. Cos she do abit of things nia pant til wan to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd oso got this bastard, his name call wad Yudi. Keep trying to find trouble with me. Think he big size ppl shld be scared of him, but shld let him noe, I ish more big size den him, and not to forget, this country, ish my territory. So, for whole day I kept diao-ing him, den keep pushing him when I need to walk past him to somewhere else. Oso, shld let this bastard noe, that I come here to make money, not friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oso, the Vivian seem to be like quite reasonable person le. Working time she's a bitch la, but after that, quite nice. Still tok cock with her when store close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can see auntie rly gd person. When see her ytd say how she treat ppl will noe, summore heard her say today later break wan to bring Alex go walk walk, otherwise whole day camp at Ajisen onli. Den bring him go outside eat, dun everyday eat Ajisen food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114507428423279100?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114507428423279100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114507428423279100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114507428423279100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114507428423279100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/as-i-said-today-ish-my-ps2s-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114500121752423206</id><published>2006-04-14T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:46:49.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's so good about Friday?</title><content type='html'>Firstly, for all those who are interested in my progress in WE9 at the moment. I ish now in the top 130s in the overall rankings, and have now guaranteed myself a place in Division 1 when the nxt change occur(tue 18 April).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="555" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/profile%28220%29.jpg" width="739" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thats the gd thing. Now for the bad part. I ish damn tulan at the moment, and again, its course of WE9. Cant seem to get a decent run for the whole day today. And thus, I have ended up the past 10 matches, winning 5, losing 3 and drawing 2. Seems quite a gd score? Not when you playing against ppl whose winning percentage ish in the 30 ~ 40+ regions. This ish bad, not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, at the moment, on this "Gd" Friday afternoon, I ish fkking tulan, and thats why I ish blogging now, can hide away from the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later still nd go work, sian sial. Surely alot of ppl, and oso, I can predict that there will be alot of chao bananas. This rich bastards surely consider eating at Ajisen, "budget". Fuck them all. I later oso going there to eat. Otherwise, boh hua, work for 5hrs, but get 4hrs pay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, tml ish my PS2's birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114500121752423206?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114500121752423206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114500121752423206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114500121752423206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114500121752423206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-so-good-about-friday.html' title='What&apos;s so good about Friday?'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114495219183472892</id><published>2006-04-14T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T11:18:07.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for calling Dockers</title><content type='html'>Forgot to include in ytd's post. While I was at the Docker's counter there, got someone call, den I answered, den at Dockers, when we answer phone, mus say, "thank you for calling Dockers". This ish one of the things that made my day that day. Thank you Dockers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/Dockers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today went to work again. Quite tiring sial, having to go work like this. Think ish cos tml ish a holiday, that's why gotch a lot of ppl. Busy til like wad sial, no time to slack at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now working there saw three clones. One of them ish a Cyndi clone. Look alot like 王心凌. The only distance ish this one ish not so skinny, figure very nice, but face got holes one, but still, nonetheless very chio lor. When she and her fren wan to take order, I was the only one ard her table there, den she walk up to me to tell me. But I still cannot take order(I oso dun wan to, noe how to order oso not like got exta pay, summore if write wrong, still nd to pay, thankless job). When saw her upclose, dunno wad to say, jus song sial. Wanted to tell her she look like Cyndi, but didn't, cos too busy, den no chance. But when she and her fren go pay money that time wanted to tell her, but that time after I got breathing time, didn't dare, and like I always say, No Guts No Glory. And thus, no glory, the only consolation I can give myself ish that she prob already 20+ liao, and confirm have BF one, most chiobus are like that one, otherwise they sure ish got attitude problem one. Its gd that in this job, I get to see chiobu., refreshing change from my poly life, look left, look right, look up, look dwn, see one all ish guys, sian like hell. Clone number 2. Goh Chin Seng clone. Last time Orchid Park teacher. Dunno wad his problem, keep speaking in ang moh accent. He speak eng macham american like dat. When I serve him his food, he commented that we very slack, he say he was there for quite long before we serve him his food, in his irritating accent. I ish very angry at that comment and so tulan with his accent, I spoke in my Indian accent, telling him, "we are very busy today, we got alot of customers". Den after the sickening Royston come and ask me wad he said, I answer him very half-heartedly cos I so tulan him for his lazyness that I keep giving him attitude, like I promised. Third clone. The game shop guy clone. Nth else more to say abt this clone though. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/cyndi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she looks like this, but jus not that skinny, in a sexy kind of way...lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, today I kept giving Royston attitude. Actually didn't wan to one, but ish cos when he clearing the bowls come kitchen (I was there emptying the contents of the bowl), den he come, he put down the bowls in his hand then left the kitchen le. I was so tulan at him that I scolded him. Yesh I scolded him.I said, "empty together la, this way faster", but he ignored me, so I den shouted, "lazy sial!". He heard this and came back then abit scared of me say, I empty, he go outside clear more bowls. Btw, he ish oso Malaysian. But if you saw him, you surely think he ish Singaporean lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus now oso no form sial, keep spilling things and forgetting table number. Keep getting scolded from kitchen ppl. Those assholes dun understand that sometimes ppl will have "off" days. Worst, today poured gyoza sauce on customer's shirt. Den mus apologise, den gave him alot of tissues. Dunno why, think ish cos I too tired liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den before closing, got this family come in, den I showed them to their seats, I chose one that was close to where I was standing, this ish abit cos I nua, walk to the end of the store. Den after that Royston came and tok to me, ask me to not let customers sit at the back of the store cos want to close liao, den all the outside chair ish put at the back one. I said, I noe, thats why I let them sit there, near the entrance there. The truth ish, I didn't noe, and I was jus lucky, and this gave me a chance to act smart infront of the jackass. Eh Royston, today, I owned you big time man...... woot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/pinkpig0jm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114495219183472892?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114495219183472892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114495219183472892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114495219183472892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114495219183472892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/thanks-for-calling-dockers.html' title='Thanks for calling Dockers'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114486443928837560</id><published>2006-04-13T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T10:59:30.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discuss about one time when you felt proud of Singapore / feel proud to be a Singaporean (part two)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Didn't intend to have a post for bad-mouthing Darrin Tan, but just the more I said, the more shiok I got...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer for that question during the oral exam was the 2-1 defeat Singapore suffered at the hands of the mighty Japanese in the World Cup qualifiers some time back. But, if I was to be asked this same question today, my answer wld definitely be, NOW. Yesh, when I ish working at Ajisen, thats when I feel proud that I ish a SINGAPOREAN. I cant rly explain why. Cos its just that working under Malaysians, who you can rly feel that although they dun dare to do anything to you, you can feel the huge amt of animosity coming from them. You can literally feel the amt of hate they have for us. No Kidding. If I still had to attend the morning assemblies like in sec sch, I wld probably be singing our national anthem the loudest and with the most amt of pride, instead of like last time, whereby me and Qing always sing Chinese version....lol. The best answer that I can give ish probably cos, this assholes, they probably dun hate me as a person, they jus hate the fact that I call Singapore, home. Whats wrong with you? What's wrong with being Singaporean? Double standards are so fkking obvious you noe. But, the more they bully me, the more I attitude problems I will give them, and the more Singaporean I become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tok about ytd's events. Firstly, let me ask you, have you ever had a dream where, in your dream, you wld be doing wad you wld be doing in the day time? Well, I had that dream the previous nite. I dreamt of going to visit Eileen, den going to work, den, was refilling the sauces in the stupid restaurant when I saw Vivien, aka Vixen, the in-charge. Den I toked to her abt my plans to transfer out of the place. Den she flatout denied me, den in my anger, I resigned, and oso, there were many vulgarities exchanged. After that, think I woke up liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ytd, left home earlier than usual to go visit Eileen first. Many may think that Eileen ish chiobu, thats why I will keep going back to look for her. For those that think that way, I'm sorry but you are very wrong. However, she gotch a very gd heart. Ytd went find her then tok tok tok lor. Mostly tok abt the gd old times at Millenia Walk. Then heard from her that I was the onli one, out of the four that used to work at Dockers that often return to visit them after resigning, oso say I ish the only one that "you xing"(got heart). The four of us are, me, Xueli, Tammy(not Tammy Leong you pervert) and Shawn, and we were oso very close, always sticking up for each other in times of trouble, most of the time against Shiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, when reach Ajisen was already 555pm, den got scolded cos the Vixen say mus ten mins earlier. You think I care? No I dun. Soon after, she ask me go distribute flyers. No prizes for guessing what I did. Went back to Eileen, den again tok lor. She ask me go distribute abit, otherwise wait they noe that I nvr go distribute if no one bring the coupon back. I told her I act blur if they ask lor. She was waiting to go for break but mus wait for Suhara to come back, Suhara ish Singaporean but live in JB. When she came back, den she saw me she say I look familiar. Den she think think think, finnally said, "Eileen, he ish last time with you at MW one rite?". Bingo. Quite happy to hear it lor. Cos she onli saw one almost a year ago and she still rmb me. So touched. Going there rly got this go back home feeling. This ish sure to b eone cos I have been in Dockers for five whole months and this five months, are the best five months I in my life. Time flies when you enjoy urself, and thus soon, already had to go back. The coupons all left at the Dockers counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/carebear3si.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And for you Vixen, I show you this pic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went back, got a very gd suprise, cos Auntie tio transfer there!!! Hahaha, heard ish soon after I tio axed from Bugis, she oso tio axed here. Very happy to see her lor. Gotch the feeling of like you alone in a foreign land and meeting a countryman. Now I understand why China man always so happy when they see another China man. Ytd the fucking act big manager, Royston, made me rly wan to whack him. He take order that time, the drinks keep writing wrongly. Got once I ish so angry I confronted him. What ish ice tea? Ice lemon tea right? The cunt put as cold green tea. Den he say til like not his fault. Say customer ask for ice tea, nvr say ice wad tea. This things you shld check with the customer wan wad, not anyhow suka suka write wad you wan bitch. Reminded me alot abt Kevin Gan, the lazy teacher. Obviously his fault still try to wriggle out of the problem like a snake. And jus like a snake, Royston, you have no BALLS. If you make me tulan tml, I swear I will give you attitude problem til you cry bitch. You cld have jus said sorry and all will be ok, no nd to give stupid reasons. I think its ppl like you that make those malaysian cunts hate us, you are a disgrace to us. Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oso, after the shop close, went and tok to Vixen abt my transfer. Den she say she will look into it. I told her that if I work there den everyday reach hm so late, the nxt morning still nd go sch in early morning. If like that I can onli work on Sat one day. She asked abt Fri, which I told her that fri after sch got CCA. Actually the only reason why I dun wan to walk there ish ppl like her and the fucker Royston. Den after that tok to auntie in hokkien abt where I stay and all. Den the bitch ask me to move to bugis area to live. Are you stupid? Just to work for you, I nd to move hse. Its jus a childish remark, and shows that my butt ish much smarter than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s, for those who get angry over this post cost of the strong contry-ist content, I apologise, I ain't anti-malaysian, I just hate the managers there, who all happens to be malaysian. I rly dun hate malaysians, I feel many of them are very friendly, from my experiences going there for holidays. And yes, I love Singapore, I am born here, I live here, its where I call home. Quick sing-along "this ish home truly, where I know I mus be, where my dreams wait for me, where that river always flow............" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114486443928837560?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114486443928837560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114486443928837560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114486443928837560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114486443928837560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/discuss-about-one-time-when-you-felt_13.html' title='Discuss about one time when you felt proud of Singapore / feel proud to be a Singaporean (part two)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114482792358314237</id><published>2006-04-12T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:45:24.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discuss about one time when you felt proud of Singapore / feel proud to be a Singaporean (part one)</title><content type='html'>Sounds familiar? It shld cos this was the english oral prelim conversation question. I dun think I will ever forget abt this particular oral exam, cos, I was given fucking low marks, just pass, got 22/40. Why so low? Not because my english ish lousy, its cos the examiner bastard. He hate me cos last time I go his hse and broke his chair, so he gave me low marks. Den when he call me up to scold me abt his broken chair, I scold him back. And since then,  hate him, he hate me. Oso, that fucker got transfered out of OPSS soon after the oral exam, and thus, it was his last chance to get back at me. Noe who I am toking abt? Yesh, Darrin Tan. The assclown that scold ppl while smiling at the same time. This bastard got somemore funny stories one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my Sec 3 form teacher, den at the end of sec 3, he announced to us that he wld be leaving Orchid Park to go and teach children with mental disabilities. But when sch re-opened the nxt year, morning assembly that time dunno who announced that he had been transfered to Toa Payoh Sec. Toa Payoh Sec ish not normal sch meh? Aniwae, later that year, he came back Orchid Park. Word of advice, you shld nvr, nvr lie jus to make urself look noble in front of others, cos in the end, everyone will then see you for the big cannon fairy that you rly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ish oso prone to mood swings, which are fuckking extreme. Many wld have heard this story before, but I will still tok abt it here. You see, in Sec sch, we wld always be given exam papers from other gd schs to do as revisions right? On this particular day, the bastard had two lessons with us. One in the morning and one in the afternoon. For his period, we were to jus do that fuckking revision paper. I forgot to bring mine on that day, and I told him abt it la. Den he nvr scold me, onli ask me go share with someone else. Afternoon period, same thing do the revision paper. You shld be able to guess wad wld happen. Yes, he scold me for not bringing his the papers and annouce to whole class that he very happy that everyone brought it, except me. Can you see how his mood swung and hoe fuckking forgetfull he ish? Otherwise what? He expected me to go home and take the stuff in-between his two periods and miss all my other lessons? Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oso, got one time in Sec two. He always insisted that we use Orchid Park foolscap paper for all our assignments. Den once, Dominic(not teddy), used I think NTU foolscape, which ish easily obtainable from Gan Wee Tiong. For that, he got pulled out of class den brought to Stupid Tan's secret spot for private scolding. Its stupid, isn't it? Nvr use Orchid Park foolscape paper onli scold til like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one, last time sec three, forgot why, but once, he punish the whole class, bring us all go parade square stand in the sun, do se-di-ya. se-nan-di-ri, march here march there(he appointed me timer summore), and have to finish reply with a Mr Tan at the end. e.g, if he asked,"do you all like standing here in the sun", we had to answer, "No, Mr Tan". Stupid attention demanding egotistical action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oso heard got one period of time he go YJ relive, den got funny thing happen oso ar? Last time Qing they all gotch tell me, but forgot le. But surely very funny one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabei, this post was not supposed to talk about Darrin Tan one, but dunno jus type and type til damn song, forgot the real motive. The main aim ish to talk about Ajisen. Later tonite den continue.&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/19622256-114482792358314237?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114482792358314237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114482792358314237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114482792358314237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114482792358314237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/discuss-about-one-time-when-you-felt.html' title='Discuss about one time when you felt proud of Singapore / feel proud to be a Singaporean (part one)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114474396227702770</id><published>2006-04-11T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T01:26:02.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ish want to transfer!!!</title><content type='html'>Nabei la, damn fuck sial Bugis. Fucking tulan lor. Jus when I was starting to like Ajisen, due to the ppl at Taka, that is. Den ytd go Bugis, knn, I tio fucked sial. Why? Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Bugis ish controlled by the biggest bitch in the whole of Ajisen. And as Auntie told me and I have mentioned here, the bitch likes to pull other ppl's ear. She of course wldn't dare to pull my ear la, but ytd saw her pull this poor Indonesian fella's ear. WTF? You his mother ar? Who give you permission to anyhow pull ppl ear one? Summore, you noe wad the poor guy did to deserve that ear pulling? He preparing drinks, den accidentally pour too much lemon tea into one cup, den wad he do? He pour away abit, abit onli, den tio caught by the bitch, den tio pull ear. Not those play play pull le, ish those kind pull le dun let go, den keep shaking the hand to inflict extreme pain that kind. Sick bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) The kitchen staff not as friendly as Taka ppl. Summore quite fierce summore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) I was made to go distribute flyers. WTF? Do I look like a flyers boy to you? Discriminating lor, stand there den everytime see those guailan ppl act wan to take den jus walk away. Fuck them. Luckily Bugis got Eileen, last time my Dockers supervisor. Nxt time ask me go distribute, I pass the whole pile give Eileen, ask her help me throw inside dustbin, den spend the time at the Dockers counter there tok cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Gotch chiobu, but chiobu gotch bf wan, haix, zai zai one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Gotch act big bitch. This bitch onli appeared after all the customers leave. Den she ish rly very fucked up. Treat the Indonesian boy like dog like dat. Keep bullying him. Summore when tok to me, oso like tok to dog like dat. When ask me go learn to close shop that time, she said, "go see how ppl do closing, GO!". Fuck her la, I dog issit, like that tok to me. I damn tulan, so I diao-ed her. I ish Singaporean, this ish my home, my turf, I ain't got nth to fear abt you. After I diao her, den she start to scared abit, dun dare to treat me like dog, but still continue to bully the poor Indonesian guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) This manager I think, first day come Bugis work, den want to act boss, wan to distribute task to me. You see, Bugis there the very organised one, everyday, you will have your duty for that day written on paper, attached sum where in the shop. Den this joker wan to act important ask me do something other den wad was allocated to me, and saying it will be my main duty of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) Everything end only at 1045. I reach the place at 545pm. This means that I work for one whole hr for free. Fuck la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, not everything ish bad. One thing, the dishwasher ish an Ah neh, and very friendly one. Oso, like I said, Eileen now at Bugis, so at least can go find her tok cock before work lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later going to tok to the big bitch abt transfering. Hope can, other wise I ish rly can die riao.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114474396227702770?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114474396227702770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114474396227702770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114474396227702770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114474396227702770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-ish-want-to-transfer.html' title='I ish want to transfer!!!'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114464071694804830</id><published>2006-04-09T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:45:36.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Taka</title><content type='html'>Ytd was my last day at work in Taka, supposed to be off today but was cancelled by the Bugis ppl. Abit sian lor, cos was starting to get attached to Taka, summore the ppl there still all very gd, except for that Old Bastard la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd, outside Taka got dunno wad S-league thing, but nvr rly pay much attention to it cos, ya, no SRFC. Ytd business wasn't as gd as Sat's, can rly see the difference. Think most prob ish cos ytd Sun, den today they gotch sch. But still got alot of ppl la. Den oso, ytd I continued giving the Old Bastard attitude, he tok to me, either I ignore him, or tok to him in Hokkien. Wad he ask me to do quickly, I puposely do slowly for him, make him tulan til he ownself do, den say he see me do oso scared, den I replied, "den you come do la". I dunno why, but I got this feeling that even though everyone there hates the Old faggot, nobody dare to say him back. Why so scared of him? Den after that he walk past me scold me "si fei lou", which means stupid fatty, den I of course scold him back la, I scolded "si lau tau", (stupid old head), think I stunned him, cos for a moment, he went quiet den do his stuff. Ytd Bugis outlet the manager called up Taka to speak to me, den she barbecued her words til very clever, so I oso bbq my wad I said during interview lor. Mus defend myself, cannot let others walk all over me. I like dat is oso cos of wad I heard from others, all the bad things abt the Bugis outlet. For one, Auntie last time got tell me, said that the manager will pull your ear if you do thing makke her tulan. WTF? How can like dat, even my parents oso dun do this lor, who the fuck give you permission to pull my ear. Thus, if she ever try to do it, I will retaliate, no joke. Oso, ytd before I left Taka, Angie said, "tml you go Taka hor, gd luck". AHHH!!!! Why? She nvr told me, smile only. But Ah Seong(actual spelling of Xiang, think its Malaysian spelling) say there got chiobu. He jus told me til Bugis like very nice to work in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So abit nervous lor, on later going Bugis, but I will not let some fucking bitch walk all over me. But, the Bugis I ish hoping will be like ish, the ppl there ish like Taka the ppl, den the dishwasher ish like the J8 that Ah Neh and wad Seong said, gotch chiobu...lol. If like that, I think maybe I will even work past the three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haix, today plan was to make a final push for a promotion in WE9 de, cso still nd 400+ points, which ish, nd to win 7/8 matches without losing. Thus, I had set aside today to accomplish that task. Nxt break ish onli on Wed, but by then already too late le. My goal was to reach Division 1 in two weeks time, which ish tml, but think its impossible liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114464071694804830?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114464071694804830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114464071694804830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114464071694804830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114464071694804830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/farewell-taka.html' title='Farewell Taka'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114451769859636610</id><published>2006-04-09T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T10:55:32.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ish 100% MALE</title><content type='html'>Went to buy game ytd. Finally, after dunno how long. Went with Yan Long, den I bought 3 games, "The Godfather", "Kingdom Hearts 2" and "OutRun 2006". Was supposed to have gotten the games last Sunday, but that time still dun have KH2, den push push push til ytd. Of cos not buy for ourselves onli la, oso bought for the other homies, den in the end, we bought a total 13 disc. Funny thing, when YL wanted to asked whether got Tomb Raider Legends, even before he say out the game tittle, the guy already noe wad game he wan, pro sial. But maybe he ish psychic, dats why he working there, cos he will then noe when the police may make spot checks, den on that day, he will dun 0pen shop....lol, tok cock. Anyway, ytd he asked us whether me and YL were brothers, den keep saying we look alike. Still go on to discuss with the other guy, the fat fat den cannot tok that one. But oso cannot blame him for thinking this way, cos the two of us everytime go the game shop together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I accompany YL to go see phone, cos his phone lost, suay sial. Went to this shop jus behind the game shop dere, den when he looking for phone, I went to buy lucnh. Den when go inside the shop, the assclown shopkeeper call me xiao jie. Fuck la, which part of me look like girl to you? You stupid issit, you gender disorientated assclown. Summore so stupid as to go discuss with another stupid malay bitch, who oso say abit. Come on la bitch, wan to plp for discount oso not like dat one right? Or issit you rly that stupid? Bitch. Aniwae, made one discovery at that fucked-up place, apart from the malay ass, he got no other customer. My theory ish this, cos he ish so stupid, he calls every guy with long hair miss, and every girl with short hair Mr. I mean, when I go buy rice the auntie call me xiao di, den come ur here you call me miss. Another point, I was wearing this ManU jersey ytd, and I ask, how many girls do you see wearing a footballing jersey running ard the market? No? Den why you say I wear the shirt look like girl lei? Haix, dun wan to get angry with this bastards, cos I surely aint the first to get called this way by him, otherwise how come he got no business one? Say wrong oso one sorry oso dun have, if he were to apologise I maybe still wont tulan him. Serves him right he got no customer. I got a plan, one day will go back dere and play him. Call him auntie, see how he feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, YL wanted to go to this other HP shop at the library that part, I nvr go, cos I dun dare to walk past one of the VCD shops there. Sheng and CK shld noe why. Not cos I steal thing from there b4 , so stop anyhow guessing. Its cos last time went there to ask for job, den he say no job, but got sumone he noe want to hire, den after a few days, he ask me go interview at his shop, which I didn't go of course. Den, after another few days, he called to ask me why I nvr go for the interview, I dun dare to answer, den ask Sheng ans, den Sheng bluff the man say reception poor, den hang-up. Think this made the uncle rly mad, cos he called again, den this time CK ans, he suay, tio all the scolding for nth. But can tell he was rly rly tulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today got work again, very nua, cos very long dun have weekend go work, wads more, go Orchard, den see everyone ish with gf bf, otherwise ish happy family, den you always one person. Den on my way to work, got this xmm come ask me do survey, den she called me sir, SIR lei, sound impt hor....lol. Today rly alot of ppl at the shop, cos when I reached, 550pm, already full house liao, den all the crowd rly neverending one lor, up til 9pm or so den the crowd start to disappear. Damn tiring lor. Den today, I gave one customer attitude. You see, I till dunno how to take order, den got this lady wan to order, den ask for me, den while I went to look for someone to help, this fucker at another table tap me on my hand, den tell me, "cant you see she ish wantin to order?". I tulan, give him a tulan face den said, "I noe, cant you wait", den I diaoed him. Think I scared of you ar? Oso, I suspect this fucker ish a gay, cos he and this guy came in, den both only got order one bowl of ramen, den the two share. If not gay, den ish jus a big cheapskate. Try to act hero only. Today oso keep giving the Old Bastard attitude. When he try to ask me do things his way, I didn't give him a damn, I do my job, I leave the kitchen. He try to tok to me, I ignore. Kept ignoring him til he tulan, he go bully ah Xiang. Btw, today received news that frm Monday onwards, I ish going to work at Bugis riao. Sian, getting pusjed further and further away from Yishun sial. From Bishan , pushed to Orchard, den now Bugis. Pauline say I ish lucky, cos manager Tue come back, den she ish anyhow scold ppl one. Lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I dunno I step on cockroach or wad, cos this few days like very suay lor. Keep crossing paths with assholes. First the gender disorientated fucker, den today the act-hero gay. Nabei, one day mus go temple pray for my luck to change for the better sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today, but look wad I found on Wiki. Click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orchid_Park_Secondary_School"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114451769859636610?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114451769859636610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114451769859636610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114451769859636610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114451769859636610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-ish-100-male_09.html' title='I ish 100% MALE'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114438217666430319</id><published>2006-04-06T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:56:16.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working at Taka</title><content type='html'>Taka ppl&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BaoZhen -- in-charge&lt;br /&gt;Pauline -- waiter&lt;br /&gt;Ah Xiang -- waiter&lt;br /&gt;Angie -- Waiter&lt;br /&gt;Auntie -- Waiter&lt;br /&gt;Eddy -- Kitchen Gay&lt;br /&gt;Other Kitchen Staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Bastard -- dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working at Taka for three days, I have come to the conclusion that, maybe, jus maybe, Taka ish a better place to work compared to J8. For one thing, at Taka, the ppl there are much more friendly. Especially the kitchen staff, who I think, got more than half ish Singaporean. They like can tok cock type. Very gd. Especially Eddy. Very funny. Everybody inside kitchen always call him gay, but his action oso rly like gay lor.Got once, I waiting outside kitchen for food, den he say I peeping at him. But joking one la. Den oso one time I caught him pinching another guy butt, some more say very nice to pince cos alot of meat. See liao rly laugh til wan to die sial. Kitchen inside oso got one despo. Ytd caught him bio-ing chiobu, some more insid kitchen discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other waiter all oso not bad la, cos they wont see me new staff then try to bully, oso always try to teach me new things. Not bad la, at the moment. When I first day came, this Ah Xiang brought me ard the place, show me wad ish wad. Angie help me order dinner from kitchen, den Pauline teach me how they do things there. BaoZhen oso, nvr hear her scold ppl before, maybe ish cos her BF working in kitchen....lol. Ya, up to this point, still not bad la, the ppl there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working there another gd thing ish, got two meals provided. Before and after work. But I dun rly eat before start work anymore cos after that can eat ma. Den after work eat one ish all the leftover meat lor. Not bad la, the food there, some rly quite nice. Den Ah Xiang bring me go take rice and all. Den told me, actually all this food ish cannot eat one, shld be thrown away, according to company. But dunno why Taka can eat, and the fact that I got to eat, it means, I ish &lt;em&gt;zhi zi ren&lt;/em&gt; liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hor, got this Old Fucking Bastard inside the kitchen who do the dish-washing. Always wan to scold me. Summore tok in Cantonese, which I dun understand. Everytime after I clear plate, den go in throw the leftovers den give him wash, he sure to find fault one. Den summore ytd still sing song to suan me. Say wad I die no one noe. WTF, old bastard, wanted to tell him, he Old Fucktard die liao no one care. But nvr, cos this kind of ppl sure have &lt;em&gt;bao(4) ying(4)&lt;/em&gt; one. And I was right. Cos got once when he came back from dunno where, den he missed a step I think, den nearly fall down. Usually when you see some one going to fall, you will, out of natural instinct, go and help that person right? But when saw the assclown falling, got wan to help, but den nvr rly help, which means, I jus hands go out, but nvr touch him. But he lucky, nvr fall down. Oso, got once, he try to scold me in English, he can teven speak proper english, cos dun even noe wad the fuck ish coming out of his fucking mouth. Onli heard him say wad uncle die ar. I wanted to reply, "gd la". But den already on the way out of the kitchen liao, so nvr say. Assclown sial, this old bastard. Think he big boss of the place ar? Tell him I dun give a damn abt him man. I will do what I am taught, not do wad you teach. Assclown. Nxt time he try toking to me in Cantonese, I will reply in Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haix, toking abt the old fucker make me angry and spoil my day nia. Aniwae, maybe ish so gd onli cos the main stall manager on leave, according to Pauline. But, if the manager try to be funny with me, I will be funnier with her...lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114438217666430319?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114438217666430319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114438217666430319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114438217666430319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114438217666430319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/working-at-taka.html' title='Working at Taka'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114408222789017799</id><published>2006-04-04T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T09:37:07.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work tml</title><content type='html'>Ironic, isn't it? That after the post for first day of work, the next post was for my last day of work, but then, now going to talk about my return to working. Its also at the fucked-up company, but this time, working at Takashimaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for an injection today. Typhoid injection, everyone that work in F&amp;B industry in Singapore must take one. Went for the injection at my hse there the clinic. I very lucky, cos the last shot left. $25, so expensive sial, just for one needle that caused me pain....lol. Can still rmb the last time I received an injection, got injected morphine. No, I am not a drug addict la, it was used as a pain killer, cos that time kena muscle tear, den nd to go hospital. The feeling of morphine ish just like drink beer like dat, make ur whole body feel hot. Abit song, the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went Taka to five the ppl there my cert that prove that I went for the injection liao. Had problem locating the place, so, after dunno how long of searching, I gave up, den call the in-charge there to ask for directions. I not at all familiar with the whole Orchard area, cos I dun go dere often, nor have I worked there before. Aniwae, saw my colleagues for the first time today. Suprise!!! All female....lol. But not chio one la. At least still better than last time Bishan there, cos so far, no  anti-Singaporeans. After that need to go for an interview for dunno wad security stuff. Went there at 115pm, den the ppl there ask me go back at 130pm, cos they busy then. So, had 15mins to jalan jalan ard cos the in-charge, baozhen ps-ed me....lol. First thing I did, went to search for Dockers and Levis counters, go see who working there. In the end, all I dun noe one. But can see that there very slack, compared to being a waiter. Still rmb last time at Millenia Walk, the people in the entire shopping centre, less than 10. Its rly that slack. Still rmb last time at Dockers, go there read newspaper and make phone calls, and the occassional queueing up to buy 4D and bet soccer. Dun regret my decision to resign from there though, cos the hrs there are too long, work dere means weekends = gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic. After the whole interview/orientation, I was brought to the checkpoints all the security stuff. Abit stupid lor the stuff. I mean, what rule is it that states that stuff cannot enter thru the front gate, cannot take lift? Its stupid right? After that went back the shop, den talk talk abit, den can go hm liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached yishun, den go buy laksa, very long nvr eat le, the interchange there. Saw Sherwin,  den he try to act dao. WTF? Act dao for wad shit? You think its cool? Its stupid lor. Even more stupid than your mutha-fucking monkey clown ass. Aniwae, I tio conned, cos the laksa there, think change personnel, standard oso change. It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, play WE9 lor, den jus now radio gotch Dawn Yeoh. By chance hear one. Summore, I rly feel that she sound a lot like GMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml going back to work liao, quite looking forward. Need money to buy a new TV to put in my room, replace the one that spoilt few weeks ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114408222789017799?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114408222789017799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114408222789017799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114408222789017799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114408222789017799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-to-work-tml.html' title='Back to work tml'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114396694392287296</id><published>2006-04-02T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:37:22.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A South American scientist from Argentina, after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain and sexual activity read other ppl's with their hand on their mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Fool!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la, April Fool's day may be over, but I didn't get to fool anyone because of ytd's long march. One day late nia, nvr mind la hor? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, April Fool's day has evolved since my primary school days, whereby, in the past, some assclowns will take the opportunity to whack ppl, den say "April Fool......." den run off laughing like some mentally retarded horse. Cant rmb much abt April Fool's day in Sec sch though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still rmb last year. I was still working at Docker's, den called my supervisor, Eileen to play joke on her. When I nearing the shop that time, I called the shop, den told her I couldn't come to work that day cos I had a very bad stomachache. She believed. And when I told her it was a joke, her face very funny. It was only then did she realise it was April 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite, tried to trick someone, but failed. I wanted to trick this girl I like(dun tell you all who). I sms-ed her to tell her I was at her block dwnstairs, den ask her come down meet me. But, I failed. She nvr fail for my trick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114396694392287296?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114396694392287296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114396694392287296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114396694392287296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114396694392287296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/south-american-scientist-from.html' title=''/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114395732338856242</id><published>2006-04-01T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:55:23.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long March</title><content type='html'>Firstly, found this link for the fucked-up place I was working in. Click &lt;a href="http://www.shoppinglifestyle.com.sg/forum/forum_posts.asp?TID=5616"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday early morning received call from Pepper Lunch, one of the places I went for interview on Monday. They called to ask me why I nvr come for work, den when I told them I found another job, they said that I should have called them to tell them. Funny sial, you nvr give me your number, den expect me to call you. Shortly after that, fucked-up restaurant called. The bitch called me la. Ask me to go back work, but not Bishan J8, go Taka. Auntie was correct, cos she told me if the bitch dun like you, she wont sack you or wad, instead, she will go and post you to far far away to work. Den ask me go for injection go for wad. Think will go work on Monday liao lor, cos otherwise wait tio 30% cut from my pay. I already calculated, if I get a 30% cut, it means that every hour I onli earn $3+, worst than the pay at Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning Qing they all went swimming, I nvr go, but after that, went with them go Thompson there eat prata. Ate mutton murtabak with cheese. $5, plus one teh halia, altogether $5.80. Quite full, but the murtabak, nth special, but oso not bad la. The curry tok kong, and the murtabak filling quite alot, so quite worth it lor. After that, went to this nature path behind the prata restaurant. Abit like Bukit Timah nature reserve like that. Walk walk halfway, suddenly rain, summore rain til quite big. Lucky inside the nature reseve there the leaves were providing shelter. But lucky Yoke Yong gotch umbrella, but still quite useless, cos imagine 5ppl hiding inside one small umbrella. When we come out from the place, we were at lower Peirce reservoir there. Den we kept searching for place where we can walk and get lost. Den, the rain came again. Now, hide in this small shelter, then we nua-ed there for almost an hour. Den went to this playground nearby to slack. Gotch this merry go-round which we played, but think the thing rusty or what, cos cannot spin for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the place to look for place for dinner. Den walked til Bishan that area, den decided to go Ang Mo Kio there to eat. So, walked all the way to Ang Mo Kio there. When finally settle down to makan, the time already 830pm. Seeing we started the journey from the prata there at ard 3+ or 4pm. I was very thirsty,  so appetite not that good, only wanted to drink water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, guess wad? Walk all the way from AMK, all the way back to Yishun. That time already 10pm or so. Walking along was quite scary lor. Summore, we were toking about things that again made our hair stand. Reached the yishun liao already 1115pm liao. Den, after Qing went home, I wait outside his hse there for bus. But after waiting for dunno how long, the bus that came was 811E, which terminated at the interchange. Instead of waiting for another 30mins or so, I decided to drag my tired body all the way to the interchange to take another bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home liao beri tired, so after bath, watch abit TV den slpt liao. For the first time in my life did I feel so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114395732338856242?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114395732338856242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114395732338856242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114395732338856242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114395732338856242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/long-march.html' title='The Long March'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114379201494817206</id><published>2006-03-31T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T00:00:19.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of work (30/03/2006)</title><content type='html'>Characters&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch -- in-charge(Sharon)&lt;br /&gt;Auntie -- the gd one&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Winnie&lt;br /&gt;Bagus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removed the name of the fucked-up place I was working in from previous posts riao. This ish done so that I can openly flame this mutha-fuckking place. Those who come here regularly will noe the name. Dunno ask me, I give you personally, otherwise later put here tio sue....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing though ish, everytime tio&lt;em&gt; porp&lt;/em&gt;, the public transport sure to give signs one. Like last time, work factory. For some reason, last day of work, we got chance to board the bus, unlike normal days. Ytd oso same. Take MRT ma, den boarded an empty train!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, met the gd auntie outside MRT station. She was giving out flyers, den when she saw me, she come tok tok to me. Tell me all the "inside stuff". Say how bad the two in-charge are. She told me they hate us Singaporeans(the two are Malaysians), ask me be careful. Told me this other guy, Thomas(oso Malaysian), oso mus be careful him, cos he ish beri cunning one. I tell her, all this I guess oso noe, cos see Thomas and the witch so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oso, got my uniform riao, but nvr give me apron. Den when I told the bitch that I ish no apron, she say ytd the other in-charge nvr give me meh? Den ask this Winnie. Oso another bitch. Oso say she tot the ytd in-charge gotch give me. WTF!!! You think I gotch the apron, I will still say I dun have meh? Or you think I wan to steal one more? How stupid can you two be? I wan another one for wad? Use for blanket parties ar? For ur info, my bag cover can be used as the blanket, so I wont nd ur apron, bitch. When giving me the apron that time, gotch food nd to serve. So I asked Winnie to server, while I tie my apron. You noe wad she said? She said, "I haven start work yet hor,  cannot serve". WTF-ing rule ish this? Will it kill you to take a cut in your break for 30seconds? As I said, another bitch. In the end, it was another auntie who came and served the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd oso gotch this new guy come. From Indonesia one. Name call wad Bagus. Funny name. Aniwae, ytd, the number of customers are so much, its scary sial, summore gotch this family celebrating b'day. I was thus, in charge of doing the drinks. Do until will die. Summore see the stupid bitch, do all the simple stuff nia -- wipe table, and change the chopsticks all nia. Lucky gotch auntie inside the drinks satation to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den after the crowd gone riao, the bitch come and told me, from tml onwards I dun nd come riao, cos they now gotch enuff ppl riao, ask me wait for telephone. Den auntie told me. She like dat say ish oso cos the company. You see, hiring the Indonesian, it means the company can save alot more money. You see, the Indonesian ish paid onli $350 per month, working for 10am-11pm shifts. While I get paid $5/hr. My shift ish mainly from 545pm-11pm(I onli get 4hrs of pay). If I work on a 5-day-week, the company will, for one month pay me $400, that ish still not counting my CPF. Thus, which will be better? Hiring me or an Indonesian, who will, in one week, work between 60-70+ hrs, and get lesser pay than sumone who works less than 24hrs/week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ish damn tulan from waiting for telephone liao lor. So after work, I confronted the bitch. Den in a veri tulan way, I ask her wad she meant. Then she told me wad she oso dun noe, nd to wait see wad lady boss say, see where I working. This ish contradiction. Earlier she said she nd to see if nxt week schedule gotch my name. Den she say schedule ish planned by the lady boss. This ish jus stupid, the company, cos, ain't the one planning the schedule planner gonna die? Plan for every shop? Last time Dockers where gotch like dat? Think thats the reason why they so efficient. I ask her by when will she call, she said by this weekend. Den I said, "Sat night?", veri tulan-ly. I can sense the fear in her now, when she said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie dun get along at all well with the bitch, this ish true, cos I have nvr seen the both of them toking, onli always hear auntie tok bad abt the bitch. Some of you may feel that I no job cos I hang ard with the enemy of the in-charge. But, but, but. Have you ever tot abt it if you were in my shoe? Will you, as a Singaporean, side with the Malyasians, who you were told, hates you? As I wld have tot. You will do the same as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, I hope she nvr calls me, I dun ever wan to work there anymore. The whole place ish like some fucking Arsenal Fotball Club. The are more foreigners than locals. For one, I dun think there ish any local working in the kitchen. Oso, how can I work for one whole hr without pay? This ish absurd. The company oso beri fucked-up. If you wanna quit, still nd to give 1 month notice. How to run like dat? Where got job willing to wait one month for ur services? Oso, if you work for less then 3 months, they deduct ur pay. This ish fucking fucked-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earned $120 during this holidays. Not even enuff for me to pay off the amt of money I spent at IT show sial. But dun think I will search for any jobs anymore, spend more time t WE9 ish better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114379201494817206?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114379201494817206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114379201494817206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114379201494817206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114379201494817206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-day-of-work-30032006.html' title='Last day of work (30/03/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114361860112322155</id><published>2006-03-28T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:50:01.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of work (28/03/2006)</title><content type='html'>Finally started working yesterday, after so many days of fruitless interviews. The strange thing ish, since my holiday started, I have gone for at least 3 interviews and none of them were successful. But, on Monday, went again for three interviews, this time with Wei Cong. Then all 3 were successful..... weird right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, ytd, work from 6-10pm. First day, so weird weird one. Cos nd to learn a lot of things. Then they this guy to teach me everything. First day, I was supposed to onli do the drinks. Macham kopi-kia lor. Den teach how to carry the ramen. The sides beri hot, so nd skill wan. Tio the hot part quite a lot of times ytd, but mus act as though not hot, even though you feel like dying inside. Den from 7pm til abt 8/9 gotch a lot of ppl, den busy like wad sial. Den ard 9pm, start to close shop riao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job was to prepare the drinks, den serve to customers. Den clear the bowls. Den sumtimes this assholes will leave the tissue on the table. You dun noe wad they did with the tissue sum more. But, oso nd to pick up. Den go kitchen give ah nei wash. Before that still nd to empty all the contents first, den seperate the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ppl there oso like not bad. Think the best ish this auntie, always come tok to me, teach me how to do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm like dat, den nd to clean the whole shop. Nd to re-arrange the tables, den mop floor, wipe tables, and a lot of washing. Which was all thrown to me, think cos I ish new staff, so gd to bully. Aniwae, during cleaning, they gotch play chinese song, den gotch Jolin's &lt;em&gt;du jia shen hua&lt;/em&gt;. Hear riao beri song. Den the in-charge let me go hm early ytd. Before going still ask me if wan to eat anything. I of course say no la, first day nia, pai seh ma...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later still going to work, haix, unsure whether I wan to continue working after today..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, gotch gd news. I ish get promoted in WE9 today. Division 2 riao. But going to be hard to make it to division one, cos onli the top in Div 2 will make it. I have set myself a goal to reach there in 2 weeks, since my bad patch seems to have gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114361860112322155?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114361860112322155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114361860112322155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114361860112322155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114361860112322155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-day-of-work-28032006.html' title='First day of work (28/03/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114352147715324980</id><published>2006-03-27T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:51:17.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Great Person has "what a day" times</title><content type='html'>Like I said, I ish now following the advice of my father, as well as CK, that ish, to stay away from the game. Thus, I spent my time reading articles in Wikipedia, and chance upon this article on Sir Alex Ferguson. For those who oso wan to read up on this article can click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alex_Ferguson"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason I wanna highlight this article ish cos of this paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;During the summer of 1989 United signed two new midfielders to bolster his chances of success in the 1989-90 season: Nottingham Forest's Neil Webb and West Ham United's Paul Ince. Middlesbrough's 24-year-old central defender &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gary Pallister&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; also joined the club for a fee of £2.3million. On the opening day of the 1989-90 season, United beat defending champions &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arsenal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; 4-1 and there was hope that the league title would return to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old Trafford&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; having being absent since 1967. But in September, United suffered a humiliating 5–1 away defeat against neighbours &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manchester City&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Things did not improve during the rest of the 1989, and in November a banner declaring "Three years of excuses and it's still crap. Ta ra Fergie." was displayed at Old Trafford, and many journalists and supporters called for Ferguson to be sacked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; United went on a run of six defeats and two draws in eight games and Ferguson later described December 1989 as 'the darkest period [he had] ever suffered in the game.' &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can understand from the above paragraph, you will have known that he has suffered the same fate as me. Blardy unlucky. For him, in eight matches, he lost 6, drew two. For me, in WE9, its 11 matches, 9 defeats and a 2 draws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all of us noe, Sir Alex ish now one of the best managers in the history of the sport. But, if I hadn't included this article here, how many of you have ever heard abt this? He had to endure at least two months having the "what a day" feeling, but I have onli gone thru 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can see the link? Cannot? Den let me tell you, it jus means that soon, I will oso recover from my own "darkest period", and start to gain respect from the WE9 community. Let me action abit la, this ish my blog you noe.....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This true story have rly inspired me so deep that I feel that staying away ish of no real use. Did Ferguson go on holiday after his bad patch? No. So why should I hide away from my own problems? Like its said, "even in the darkest night, stars will still shine".............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114352147715324980?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114352147715324980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114352147715324980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114352147715324980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114352147715324980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/every-great-person-has-what-day-times.html' title='Every Great Person has &quot;what a day&quot; times'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114347106780914761</id><published>2006-03-27T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:48:34.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of interviews (27/03/2006)</title><content type='html'>Today actually supposed to start work at this marketing thingy de, but den, I decided not to work there anymore. No, not because I ish weakling. When I went there today, everyone was called to go into this conference room and wait. Den after dun noe how long, gotch this guy come, den ask for everyone name, den it turned out that I was the onli part timer ard. Thus, I was then asked to go into the interview room, onli the two of us there. Den he told me some crap, didn't really listen. Den he told me, gotch job for me to do, den can start tml. Gd? No! Cos the job was for me to go sell charity tickets. Those you always see at MRT stations that have this clipboard then go ard asking ppl to donate to this charity no one has heard of. So I asked the guy, "umm, charity how come gotch pay?". He then told me, "veri common wan wad, every ticket you sell, onli 70% goes to the organisation, 10% goes to all those admin staff, den the rest of the 20% ish ur pay." Wah piang, where gotch like dat one? Charity shld be 100% go to the organisation wan ma. Summore say till like beri obvious and I sua koo. This kind of job I will nvr do. If I accept a job like this, den wad ish the difference between me and a cheat? He told me to go back tml at 830am, u think I will go back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, after that, he told me I could leave liao. Den I knew, I had to continue my search for a job, again. Bought newspaper from 7-11, den decided to go hm riao. On the way hm, on the MRT, Wei Cong msg me, ask me gotch any lobang for job. I was at YCK MRT liao, so I asked him come Khatib meet me lor. Den the two of us from there on search for jobs lor. Found and called quite a few, but all the interviews in the afternoon, ard 2pm, the time was onli 11+. So the two of us jus sit at the control station there tok cock(my fav activity...lol.), til dunno wad time, den went City Hall for lunch. Wanted to go Dockers see old colleagues wan, but then saw the old witch, Lina, den dun wan riao. So went Peninsula there eat budget, den took shuttle bus to Suntec. On the bus, I bluff Wei Cong that we took one bus, this bus go liang court one. Den the shock look on his face damn funny. Thats why always like to zee siao him, cos he rly beri funny. Den at Suntec, saw a lot of Indians wearing the same red polo tee, coming dwn from the escalator. When I say alot, I rly mean a lot. Its rly like running water like dat. Nvr ending. They all dun noe going where, or doing wad, come dwn from the escalator, den go to the taxi stand there. Laughed til nearly die, cos I have nvr in my life, saw a gathering of so many Indians. (This ish not a racist comment ass-clown, this ish jus the fact).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, went over to Bugis for the interview(for fucked-up restaurant) frm Suntec. Interview that time I damn enthu, cos I rly wanted the job. I ish rly desperate riao. B4 the actual interview, gotch this girl frm the shop come and wish us gd luck. She told Wei Cong cos I nvr heard her. Nxt stop, Tanjang Pagar for the nxt interview. Work for this DW campany. Wei Cong said he applied at the place b4, say he regret. Den the form he anyhow fill in. Cos gotch this weird question ask wad you see urself as in 5yrs time, he wrote, "pro soccer player". He oso say last time he came ish with botah and gang. No wonder gotch one time botah on MSN shoot Wei Cong, ish cos of this thing, thats wad I guess la. Before interview start, he left liao, ps me. Cos he wanted to meet his GF. Den gotch this guy come, den ask where he go. I said he go toilet. Den went in to meet interviewer, ask me a few questions, den end liao, short and sweet, she said. Cos Wei Cong left not long ago, I caught up with him, den went Taka. Me for another interview, he, to meet GF. Went for my third and last interview. At pepper lunch, a jap restaurant. Not at all nice to work lor, from wad I was told, cos, hrs long, den a bit like Mac like dat, everything oso mus do, summore pay same as fucked-up restaurant. But, still, serious in the interview, cos, at least if no fucked-up restaurant, I still have this one. Throughout the interview, I think my ans all beri gd, cos she asked another guy come, den say this one can, pointing to me. Den again, have to say wad I told the first interviewer. Den they beri impress, so call me start work on Fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, DW called, ask me go dwn for sec interview. Dun think I going there. Reach hm, then fucked-up restaurant called, ask me go work tml at Bishan..... power la. Cool. I ish beri happy lor. Work frm 6-10 nia. Summore gotch provide one meal. Reach hm still haven 11. Close to NYP, close to my place. Pay oso not bad. Thus, rly beri good la this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refraining frm WE9 til a later date. After the advice given by my father and CK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114347106780914761?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114347106780914761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114347106780914761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114347106780914761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114347106780914761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/lot-of-interviews-27032006.html' title='A lot of interviews (27/03/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114338363908352557</id><published>2006-03-26T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T06:33:59.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ish wan to die riao (26/03/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/1600/die_2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/die_2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sad today. Nvr win even one match in WE9 today. I can now conclude that this ish not jus a loss of form, but instead, more of severe case of unluckiness. Played 9 matches, lose 8, drew one. It means that I have jus wasted the whole of today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tml going to start work riao, thus, wasting the whole of today, meant that the last day of my holiday ish gone. Going to stay away from WE9 for at least a few days. Not going to touch it at all. Not sure whether will help, cos if I play,  I gotch no form. If I dun play, I may lose touch. Therefore, I rather give the latter a try, rather than go in and be free frag. This ish oso partly my father's idea. But think ish cos he wan to play Silkroad....lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I mentioned, tml start work liao. Not rly start work as in workin, cos tml ish go for job orientation/training. After that, den will have 2nd interview to see wad I wld be working at. Maybe this bad day at WE9 ish a sign, telling me that tml mus working liao, cannot be addicted to the game. But than, too extreme liao. I mean, I am one of the best players ard, and to lose 7 straight, and total of 9 games without wining ish jus absurd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haix, the helpline numbers rly look anticing rite now...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114338363908352557?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114338363908352557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114338363908352557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114338363908352557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114338363908352557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-ish-wan-to-die-riao-26032006.html' title='I ish wan to die riao (26/03/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114337019128372483</id><published>2006-03-26T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T02:49:51.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst ever run in WE9</title><content type='html'>Haix, very tulan with myself today. My form in WE9 today ish so bad, I think even you can win me in a match. Not joking. You see, I have played 5 matches today, against human players. Guess how many matches I won. Zero, I lost all of them. Wad makes this run worst than the previous ish the simple fact that in this five matches, I have onli managed to score a measly one goal, that goal ish summore taico taico score one. Not onli that, in 2 matches, I scored own goals, the two matches were, back-to-back matches, this means, 2 consecutive own goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to note ish, after the disastrous 5 matches, I went and played three matches against the computer. You noe wad? In this three matches, I drew two and won onli one. This rly ish how bad my situation ish rite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rmb that time tok abt my return to form? I was wrong, it was jus the calm before the storm. Going to give those helplines a call rite now. See how they can help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la, was toking cock abt the helpline part. But rly hope can find a stable form in WE9 soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114337019128372483?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114337019128372483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114337019128372483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114337019128372483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114337019128372483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/worst-ever-run-in-we9.html' title='Worst ever run in WE9'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114321760440286940</id><published>2006-03-24T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:44:02.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KeanoSaga the Centurion (24/3/2006)</title><content type='html'>Firstly, thanks to Justin for his contribution to the assicons. Nice one la, but abit too &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt; lei...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, today nvr rly do anything, jus play WE9 nia. Beri happy day today. Cos, my form has so called "returned" today.... woot. How I noe? Cos today, embarked on another winning streak!!! Four straight wins!!! Nice one rite? But then, ended blardy pre-maturely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened like this:&lt;br /&gt;I opened one room, then this assclown, noe that our connection speeds means we cannot play, he still pi gu yang, wan to play. Thus, I decided to teach this assclown a lesson. Play with him. Oso, he was damn arrogant, say he surely win. Now I noe why, cos, in the second half, he wld be the one hosting the match. Den due to the poor connection speed, I was lagged till, when press one button, it took dunno how long before there was any reaction. And thus, this bastard took advantage and won me.....^&amp;*!@!#&amp;amp;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won my 100th easily. Against this Liverpool fan. I hate Liverpool, and thus, I hate their fans. Thus I was laughing all the way when this joker scored and own goal. The match ended 3-2. So you shld noe how tulan he mus have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101th match:&lt;br /&gt;Juve vs Juve. Dun find ppl who appreciate how to use Juve often. Aniwae, veri funny. Cos since use same team, one person has to use the away kit. Its here that I pi gu yang, choose home kit, then the other guy blur blur, oso choose home. Thus, this match became a match to see who was more aware of the Juve formation and all. I won la of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oso, beri sad thing happened today. My TV has passed away. Some may noe that my TV has been on the verger of dying for almost a yr now. Firstly, the sound wld sometimes ownself mute itself, den have to bang the TV till the sound come back. Den recently, it will refuse to be turned on, till I whack it will it turn itself on. Thus, my hand now pain riao. Now, watching TV using my father TV card. The TV already 15 or so yrs long riao, time prob up long time ago riao, thus, the fact that it has lasted till now, jus shows its will to live. Maybe going to prepare a eulogy for it, den post it here...lol. I'm serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114321760440286940?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114321760440286940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114321760440286940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114321760440286940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114321760440286940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/keanosaga-centurion-2432006.html' title='KeanoSaga the Centurion (24/3/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114317290006252426</id><published>2006-03-23T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:01:40.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>assicons</title><content type='html'>We all know those cute little computer symbols called "emoticons," where:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) means a smile and :( means a frown.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes these are represented by :-) and :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun think any off you gotch hear before of assicons hor? Ok, let me teach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_!_) = a normal ass.&lt;br /&gt;(__!__) = a fat ass (double the size of a normal ass).&lt;br /&gt;(!) = a tight ass (half the size of a normal ass).&lt;br /&gt;(_*_) = a sore ass (ass with a baluku).&lt;br /&gt;{_!_} = a swishy ass (wavy ass).&lt;br /&gt;(_o_) = big asshole.&lt;br /&gt;(_x_) = kiss my ass.&lt;br /&gt;(_X_) = leave my ass alone (ass ish out of bounds).&lt;br /&gt;(_zzz_) = a tired ass.&lt;br /&gt;(_E=mc2_) = a smart ass.&lt;br /&gt;(_$_) = rich ass.&lt;br /&gt;(_?_) = dumb ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny rite....lol. Thats all I have lor, if you gotch more, tell me so I can add here. Dun worry, I will acknowledge one, unlike some assclowns.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114317290006252426?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114317290006252426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114317290006252426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114317290006252426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114317290006252426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/assicons.html' title='assicons'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114313055323154828</id><published>2006-03-23T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T08:15:53.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally found a job!!!! (23/03/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Btw, ytd went for an interview at Causeway point, to be waiter in a Jap restaurant. The name of the restaurant ish Ichiban Sushi, but under the head company name of Fiesta. This name sounded familiar at first, den I think think think. Fiesta ish last time Dominic(not Teddy dat Dominic) work before one.... long time nvr see him liao, wondering how he doing now. Not bad beri close to my hse, but, too bad pay ish onli $4.55/hr. Beri sad, considering all my previous job all paid me $5/hr. But hor, nd to consider one thing. This shop ish macham sakae sushi, got the travellator for the sushi and all, summore the price oso more or less the same. Therefore, if you were given a choice to makan at Sakae or Ichiban, which will you choose? Exactly, thus this job ish jus go there &lt;em&gt;kiau kar yo lam par&lt;/em&gt;, shake leg take money, like Dockers. Oso, not bad cos, the interviewer told me, after three months, will get pay rise. Den said they &lt;strong&gt;WILL &lt;/strong&gt;call me either today or tml. Yes, she rly said &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt;. But til now still yet to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus went for another interview today. This time at Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Thong Teck building&lt;br /&gt;Company: Co.S.C. (Singapore)&lt;br /&gt;Time: 4pm&lt;br /&gt;Job: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thong Teck btw, ish opp far east plaza. As you all may noe, I aint at all familiar with Orchard, think even some foreigners noe Orchard better than me...lol. Thus, had a hard time locating the location. Finally reached at 405pm. Was the third to arrive. Gotch this solo guy(macham me), one auntie, after me, gotch two Bengs. Fill in forms first, this one veri different from wad I filled in before, cos veri short onli, onli the standard questions, no funnny funny questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den the interviewer came, called the first guy name. Beri fast, he came den call my name riao. Suprised sial, cos the auntie came first. Den see the auntie stunned face, beri funny, cos she dunno wan to scold me or wad, jus stunned dere. Den when go into interview room that time, I told the guy the auntie came first, den he jus say nvr mind, veri fast one. During the whole of the interview, he jus told me abt wad they did and all, beri boring, but pretended to pay attention. Den came the question, "will you be free this wed?" I of course said yes, den told him I every day oso free, den he change the date to Mon, that means, I start work on Monday. The guy beri shuang kuai, I like. Thus, jus like that, I have got a job, after 4 interviews. 4 times lucky.... woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/gabstunned.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;                                                                         This ish wad a stunned look looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having a veri bad day at WE9 today, only won one match, against Y-3, sounds familiar, he ish the top player. And thus, I have understood the reason why I did so badly, cos, when playing against other players, I slackened, and didnt use my passing ability to the foolest, and oso had &lt;strong&gt;NO SENSE OF URGENCY&lt;/strong&gt; when defending. Hope to play better tml. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114313055323154828?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114313055323154828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114313055323154828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114313055323154828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114313055323154828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-found-job-23032006.html' title='Finally found a job!!!! (23/03/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114311225089554907</id><published>2006-03-23T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T03:10:51.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting owned in WE9</title><content type='html'>Short post to kill off time while I wait for my form to return in WE9. Basically, I have now gone on a 3 match losing streak. Unlike my previous run, this time, I dun jus get beaten, I get trashed. I now lose matches even to ppl who suck like hell!!! WTF ish happening? Jus a few days ago, I was the one doing all the ownings, now, I'm the one getting owned, big time. It is cos last time ppl think I n00b, giv chance? Or is it now I got no form, need to wait for a while, regain composure den play? I rly nd to noe..... I tot the main reason was lag. And I do lag alot in the game, due to a fucked-up internet connection, which has to support 2 gamers in my hse, my father and me. Told my father, den he stop playin. But still, I lost, even without the lag!!! OMFG!!! Wad ish happening. Its like last time the 9 match winning streak was accomplished by someone else. Nd someone to tell me.... how to get back my form..... I rly nd it now, more than ever. Rmb, when I mentioned, Inter were my bogey team? I did some stats digging and found that whenever I go on a long losing streak, its cos I lost to someone who played against me using, yes, Inter. Thus, I now believe that this ish all psychological, but, how do I get over it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe listen to GMM can help...lol. Going to try it now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114311225089554907?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114311225089554907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114311225089554907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114311225089554907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114311225089554907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/getting-owned-in-we9.html' title='Getting owned in WE9'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114296275038019940</id><published>2006-03-21T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T18:32:00.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of gd news (21/3/2006)</title><content type='html'>Gd news (1)&lt;br /&gt;Improved quite alot from last sem, firstly, my GPA increased. Also, from, last sem's 1 A, to 3 As, this time. Oso, 2B+ and 2Bs. Suprised that I got B+ for my PPS, and a B for Web Dev, unbelivable sial. Oso happy with my result for CompG. This ish mainly because I got an A. A gd return I feel for the long hrs I spent on the assignments. C++ I oso quite suprised with the A. If you told me at the beginning of the first sem that I will get an A for my web dev, I wld most prob not believe you, cos then, my C++ was literally pathetic. So, for the improvement in my C++, I have one person whom I rly nd to thank. He ish (not Gay Tang), DS Malik. Dun noe who he ish? Honestly, I'm abit disappointed for my maths results. Was aiming for an A, but got a B+ instead. Its not like I action or wad, jus dat I always felt that maths was my best module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/Malik-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gd news (2a)&lt;br /&gt;Lvl-ed up in WE9 today... nice one. From a Class 2 player, I am now in Class 3. The highest lvl at the moment I think ish 4 or 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gd news (2b)&lt;br /&gt;Promoted in WE9. Divisional changes takes place onli oncea week. Upped 2 divisions, from amateur, jump rite up to 3A. Dun noe whether I shld be happy for the promotion. Mainly, since I have been promoted, there may be some players lower in the ranking who will not dare to play with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/promotion1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/promotion2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gd news (2c)&lt;br /&gt;I ish now the in the top 300s in WE9 for the PC. Hoping to break into the top 100 by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gd news (4) &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;// last one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that my sister won three medals for her sch's sports day. Namely, a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt; for hurdles, a &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;SILVER&lt;/span&gt; for long jump and a &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;BRONZE&lt;/span&gt; for 800m run. I myself nvr did so well during my time in primary sch. Most sports days were left to being part of the cheerleading team. Looking back, I rly regret the fact that instead of training to represent on sports days, I opt to play games instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite alot of gd things happened today. Today oso happens to be 美美's birthday. Gotch link? I dun noe................................ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114296275038019940?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114296275038019940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114296275038019940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114296275038019940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114296275038019940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-of-gd-news-2132006.html' title='Day of gd news (21/3/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114291461262804715</id><published>2006-03-20T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T18:26:17.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday GMM</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to 美美&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/jocie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="332" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/jocie.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/GuoMeiMei_BuPaBuPa_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="304" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/GuoMeiMei_BuPaBuPa_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/1600/JoiceBuPa_b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/JoiceBuPa_b.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy? I think I am, but I dun care.........................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114291461262804715?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114291461262804715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114291461262804715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114291461262804715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114291461262804715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-gmm.html' title='Happy Birthday GMM'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114282345114226379</id><published>2006-03-19T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T19:11:47.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna be the top WE9 player!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>KeanoSaga of Singapura.... that was wat I wanted to pick for my nick, but too long la. So, ended with jus KeanoSaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anything, I will jus explain abt WE9. It stands for Winning Eleven 9, and a game I have played since August. The team I always use ish of cos, Juve. Jinhao and Ramli shld noe why I always pick Juve. But, the real reason ish cos Juve ish beri similar to SRFC.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Their jersey, same black and white and all&lt;br /&gt;(2) The formation ish oso abt the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole online mode in WE9 ish divided into 5 divisions, 1, 2, 3A, 3B and Amateur, Of cos, everyone start at amateur first. Divisional changes takes place onli once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the more memorable matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) KeanoSaga 1 : 0 MY_boleh &lt;a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/firstwin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/firstwin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scored the goal with the last kick of the match, and oso, my first win. Took me onli two matches to reach this "milestone". Lost my first match to him by 4:2 though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) KeanoSaga 3 : 0 Ghost_HK &lt;a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/firstwin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/firstwin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played for the first time with MUFC. Reason, the other guy chose Man City. So, taught him a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) KeanoSaga 1 : 4 Magneto &lt;a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/firstwin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/firstwin3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of my 9 match winning streak as well as my biggest defeat yet. Oso, Inter became my "bogey" team, cos I have always had trouble beating this team, regardless of hu used them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) KeanoSaga 3 : 4 danielkay &lt;a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/firstwin4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/firstwin4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used his fav team, he used my fav team. He lead me by 4 goals to 1 early on. I battled hard to come so close, onli to lose. But, this match I feel, shows my huge determination to go dwn fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) KeanoSaga vs BREMBO &lt;a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/bastard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/bastard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No scores for this here cos it was the events of two matches. Both of which I won of course. Firstly, I won the first match, 2:0. Den he buay song, still dare to scold me "Fuck you, asshole". I left the room after dat. But this ass clown had the cheek to call me a chicken, say wad I hum, dun dare to play. I ish beri tulan at this. For one reason onli, I will nvr tolerate anyone who calls me hum, and also, ass-clowns like him rly deserve a real beating. Sec match, he took the lead early on, so presure for me. Not to worry, cos in the sec half, I equalised. Den, this fool, think he wsa damn stupid, cos he gave away a penalty(justice!!!), which I then gleefully slotted home to make it 2-1 with 15 mins remainning. This time, my turn to guailan. I took the ball, returned to my half, den played passing there. Nvr leaving my half, or even giving him any chance to touch the ball. consider gd at this, cos I had a lot of practise on this with my cousins....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) KeanoSaga 3 : 2 Y-3 &lt;a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/winTop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/winTop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of my 3 match losing streak. And oso, my first match against the top player in the world. Does this mean I am the best now? But at least now I noe, I ain't no n00b, I'm the real deal. After that, the two of us played another 3 more matches. I won one, by the same score, the other two ended in draws which he won later in extra time. Not onli this, cos after the matches, he came out and told me, "you very good". This ish wad I call true sportsmanship. Unlike bastard BREMBO &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 23px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="34" alt="" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i99/KeanoSaga/y-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114282345114226379?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114282345114226379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114282345114226379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114282345114226379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114282345114226379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-gonna-be-top-we9-player.html' title='I&apos;m gonna be the top WE9 player!!!!!!'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114278420781322598</id><published>2006-03-19T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:48:02.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ish a kopi-kia (19/3/2006)</title><content type='html'>Went to work today. Today this job, haix, ish another one found for me by Sheng. Cos hor, all of my previous job ish Sheng intro one sial, sian, when will I find a job which I found by myself? The job ish go Expo to sell drinks. Aniwae, had to wake up at 540am today, think like gotch 2+ yrs nvr so early wake up riao, waking up when the sky ish still dark ish not at all fun. Den left home at 6+, went Yishun MRT the bus-top there meet Sheng and YY. Took 969 to Tampines(&lt;em&gt;tam-pee-nees&lt;/em&gt;), deb change bus. Reached the place at 745 like that, but the time we "officially" start work ish 8, so it means we did 15 minutes of free labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start to set up the stall first, den gotch ordered ard by the manager(Ah Tan) like wad like dat, veri tulan lor, Sheng say ish cos he serious, otherwise he ish quite a nice guy. I dun believe him lor. Its macham that time Leo say Ah Quah ish a nice guy... lol. After that, early morning no ppl so can slack... song sial. Den watch TV, gotch the 933 that dj, Jia Hui, the cute cute one, den watch til damn song. Den Ah Tan ask us to get ready for a beri busy period at 11am. I found it quite weird, why lunch ish 11, not 12? Gotch my ans soon, not sumthing I like though, cos the reason ish cos the City Harvest Church dunno wad thing end at 11. I lol'ed!!!! I dun hate CHC, I jus hate PD, hu happens to be from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the crowd came, rly no time to rest sial, gotch alot of ppl, beri hard to cope oso. Not onli that, gotch some CHC ppl damn guailan, cos they gotch this card, giv them 10% off, den they like to use, den we have to calculate for them how much they have to pay. Den delay everybody. Assclowns. Oso gotch this auntie, ask one can drink how much, den when I told her $1.50, she complained that its more expensive than vending machine. So I ask her go vending machine buy lor. I rly said this, cos (1) You buy frm me, I oso gotch no commision (2) dun think you say like that you will get discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, but, but, not all of them are assclowns, and PDs, others are not bad la, gotch manners. But I noticed sumthing, gotch quite a few of banana children. They struggle to speak chinese. Rly wan to laugh sial, when I heard this little boy having problems asking me for a straw in chinese. Speaking that time still gotch an ang moh accent. I ish beri sad sial, chinese rly so hard to learn meh? Oso gotch this little kid, keep calling me uncle. Stupid sial, do I look like I'm that old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oso, CHC gotch alot of chiobus. But dunno whether shld be happy or sad, cos of one impt rule see no touch, thus, can onli see and drool...lol. Den I kept threatening to give chiobus discounts, much to the disagreement of the YY and Sheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch and dinner all provided, den eat frm this chinese stall. But gotch this bitch like beri tulan us, ask us dun take too many cos they wan to sell one. F them sial, dun like ppl take den dun work there la. Assclowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rly tiring sial this job, cos of the customers, and oso hav to stand so long. Not to say the number of times I poured hot water over my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work for 11hrs, but Ah Tan put as work 12hrs...power. Free $5. Ya, Ah Tan rly not that bad after all. Even lunch break oso nvr deduct aby thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events that occurred after work are things which are better forgotten. All I will say abt this ish wad I always tell other ppl. No Guts, No Glory. This time, I'm telling myself, and how true it ish. But one more phrase I will add on, "fate wun help much if you ain't gotch no courage".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114278420781322598?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114278420781322598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114278420781322598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114278420781322598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114278420781322598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-ish-kopi-kia-1932006.html' title='I ish a kopi-kia (19/3/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114269388274564404</id><published>2006-03-18T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T06:58:02.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First time KBox (17/3/2006)</title><content type='html'>Went Kbox for the first time in my life today. Ya rly, first time. But sadly, no &lt;em&gt;ang bao&lt;/em&gt;.... lol. Went wif Sheng nia, yesh, 2 guys, beri gay rite? &lt;em&gt;Bo pian&lt;/em&gt;, cos the rest all Mon sch reopen gotch test. Went to the Marina Square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beri disappointed with the place sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open late&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heard ish more expensive than other outlets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food too little, not filling one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Malay songs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not enuff GMM songs (onli gotch 3)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chased out of the place even before time up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, so &lt;em&gt;jia lat &lt;/em&gt;sial. We reached the place at ard 1105, the place still haven open. Room oso beri small, if call someone else go maybe no space to sit riao. Summore our remote control spoil one. When we call the person come change, I keikei say jus now Sheng drop on the floor(the remote control la). Order food, gotch only two choice, fish and dunno wad other shit. Think should have took other shit, cos the fish rly suck, so cold, macham eat fried ice cream, ok, exaggerating. But still, the food suck. Starting sing beri weird, cos nvr sing in karaoke ma, den obviously sing beri badly la, so, I tulan, I ani how sing, den Sheng say he found sumone hu sang lousier den him. I ish beri sad, so I sung this song to prove him wrong. I sang "mia woon e gi ta", a hokkien song, translated means "life's guitar", sung by 阿吉仔. Heres the story of the song. The singer ish sort of singing abt his life. He ish a crippled, and ish asking why he has such a bad life even tough he works so hard in life. He also sings abt how his heart always hurt when he sees his wife slogging away without complain. I think I sang this song wif a lot of feel, dun belief can ask Sheng...lol. Not rly, jus sang veri loudly. Den sang some English songs. Yesh, I used to listen to english songs, onli jus a few years switch to chinese. Wanted to try singing a malay song, but hor, there dun have any, even though they put an option for ppl to select malay songs. Aniwae, after that, the two of us beri high, sing alot of songs use screaming one....lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can consider it quite gd that onli the two of us went, cos if gotch more ppl, den the amt of songs  can sing will be cut by alot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nxt, plan was to go Bugis for my interview, but then went to the food fair at suntec first. Friday nia, gotch so many ppl, scary sial. Den walk walk, nth interestin, except for this giant satay which was selling at $2 for 8 sticks. But, actual fact ish its onli a display thing. Den before Bugis, buy sausage, those pasar malam type, 3 for $2, cheap rite? But ish a trick to con ppl. Its jus normal sausage that ish blardy salty. Imagine eating one bite of those normal sausage, den drinking one cup of soy sauce... rly sick. Word of advice to the stall holder: dun con customers with fake stuff, even if you do, should have made them more edible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that went straight to TCC at Bugis. Den fill in form, den wait like dunno how long, den gotch person come and take the forms to start interview. Den the interviewer damn cock, cos, I came first, but she called sumone else first. Actually, its not rly her fault, its the ppl at the counter that are at fault. Those ass-clowns mus have mixed up the application forms. Not rly hard to see why they were so stupid aniwae. Heard Sheng say my interview beri long. I agree, cos I rly alot of things to say, think is course last time nvr say enuff, dats why nvr get job. Aniwae, I was asked alot of questions, some of which I &lt;em&gt;dua pao&lt;/em&gt; abit of course. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dat, went National library, climb up to 7th floor or so den see books. Damn sick sial, they watse so many storeys for wad shit. In the end, found out that got another side, which ish the one with books. Haix, why ish the national library so weird one?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One last stop, Orchard, this time for another interview. But when go there, they say they gotch enuff part-timers. Stupid sial, u gotch enuff staff den u still advertise in the newpapers for wad? Summore ask for part-timers. Ass-clown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went home play WE9 online. Yesh, wif real ppl. Tok abt it tml, gotta go slp riao, tml nd to get up at 5+am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114269388274564404?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114269388274564404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114269388274564404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114269388274564404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114269388274564404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-time-kbox-1732006.html' title='First time KBox (17/3/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114261166013894627</id><published>2006-03-17T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T08:07:40.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homies Outing (17/3/2006)</title><content type='html'>Ytd went Bugis for sushi with the homies. Supposed to include Ramli dey all one, but they dunno why last min nvr go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met YL at Yishun Mrt first, den went and meet Justin at Khatib. Den Justin show us Newpaper inside gotch this contest for XBox360, den the three of us entered lor. Saw Chin Han at Bugis Mrt den went to meet the others. We tot we sure first ones to reach, but Wei Kar dey all think beri early reach liao, cos they say dey go walk one round come back riao when they came and met us at the fountain dere. After that we all go walk walk, wait for the buffet to start(3pm).&lt;br /&gt;In the end, gotch 9 ppl go, den dey gave us 2 tables, I ended up in the 5 person table. I of course on the 2 person side la(u think I the table so big meh?). I rly ate alot. Ppl order wad side dish, I oso order one set for myself. Den sushi I oso eat, think the most. When CH say his fren record ish eat 25 plates, I not suprised, cos I think I ate more than that lor. Eat till rly full, damn song. But oso not cheap sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went Sim Lim Square cos Kar Kar wan buy monitor. Den I soon pian bought a WE9(finally). Uncle oso gotch gib me discount, beri gd. Den gotch showgirl for XBox360, den I keikei tell Kar Kar I wan the ger hp num, den the two of us go take brochure frm her. At first she nvr gib me, but I ownself ask frm her, den when see ur upclose, piang, the makeup rly like wad, put so much, macham Fanny Loke like dat. Oso, think her face mopeng one, dats why nd so much makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in nd of a job. Went for interview at TCC today, story ish in a post for tml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114261166013894627?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114261166013894627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114261166013894627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114261166013894627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114261166013894627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/homies-outing-1732006.html' title='Homies Outing (17/3/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114235006818399760</id><published>2006-03-14T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T07:27:48.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing ish not an addiction, its a choice (14/3/2006)</title><content type='html'>Today tot will be another boring day of pia-ing game at hm. So decided to chiong King Kong, yesh, I still haven complete this "short" game yet. Played from 11am all the way to 1+, den my cousins came. Den ask me help them burn this VCD, "The Seed of Chucky". My hm no CD, so nd to go dig, den heng heng dig out two, den still nd to ask my father see can use anot. However, one the CD ish not empty one. So my auntie they all go buy. In the meantime, my cousin and I watched the movie. Not scary one lor, more of comedy den horror sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, went my hse dere the Mac to look for my auntie dey, den she blanjah me makan. Den opposite us gotch 3 xmms studying. Den my auntie say when she buying food that time, gotch one of them kept looking at me. Dun noe wad to reply, so jus smile, like Peter Petrus like dat....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den after that came my hse, den we hang outside corridor there jus tok cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den jus now went to get my father's fren Xbox go mod. Still undecided on the type of modding yet. But at least got the game shop that guy's number. So nxt time wan buy game can call first to see whether gotch stock, dun nd to physically go down.... nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said ytd, jus now channel U gotch GMM. Thx to homie CH for reminding me. Den gotch ans a few of the questions I had during the autograph session. One of which was why gotch the Lim Ming Lun and Mei Ren Yu there. Its cos they filming for that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml will noe whether got job anot, dunno whether nervous or excited. Rly wish can get that job, cos: Job = $$ = WE9 = Fame as Singapore's first WCG &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt; medalist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114235006818399760?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114235006818399760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114235006818399760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114235006818399760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114235006818399760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/killing-ish-not-addiction-its-choice.html' title='Killing ish not an addiction, its a choice (14/3/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114226495549146702</id><published>2006-03-13T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T07:49:20.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo interview (13/3/2006)</title><content type='html'>Went for interview for job as a waiter today. First time I going for interview alone. All my previous job found by Sheng one, den go interview wif him and the rest, nvr I ownself go b4, so the feeling was quite weird lor. Left home early, so can be one of the first to be interviewed. The place of the interview was at Shaw house. As I ish not familiar with Orchard Rd, I had a lot of trouble trying to locate the place. First, I went to Shaw center, the Isetan there. Den found out no 14 floor, so, sala building. Den decided to call the place, tell them I cannot find the place. Den of course gotch giv me intructions on how to get there. But like no use lei, still gotch trouble. Den bo pian, walk walk walk, den reach this place, look a lot like office one, den gotch a lot of lifts. Den try try see whether correct. Den in the lift, gotch this old auntie, ask me if I going 14 floor. I say yesh. Den she tell me gotch no 14 floor, ask me if I going Shaw hse. Den ask me to take lift back to 11 floor, den cross over to the other building, Shaw Hse. Beri helpful sial the auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach the office. Quite suprised. Cos I was the onli applicant. Den the interviewer came and showed me to this room, give me form to fill in. This form quite different from others, cos some of the questions weird weird one, like when they ask for academic qualifications, onli want for college/Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, read the form for the interviewer to fill in, asking questions on the first impression those kind one. Den, I jus mentally prepare myself for the questions she will ask. Afte rdun noe how long, the interviewer came back den all she did was tell me abt the job details, den will contact me by Wed if I gotch the job. But I feel the job like not beri worth it sial. 1 hr onli $5, summore hr short. Maybe nxt few days will continue hunting for jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached hm at one plus, den nua til jus now 8pm. Cos today comedy nite gotch GMM. Some of you will noe how long I have been waiting for this. I jus noe that she will appear on the show one, onli a matter of when. The first time I waited was 2 weeks ago, den when the host intro the special guest that time, they say. Become popular in Spore, den go Taiwan, popular there, den  return Spore den popular again. Tot was GMM, but no, was Joi Chua. Sian sial. Den last week, was 2moro, the twins that one. Oso sian, jus turn off the TV. Den today, finally, GMM.... power. Sang "Gou Gou Shou" nia, but worth the wait lor. Those that missed today one nvr mind, tml oso got, 8pm chU, den 12am gotch repeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114226495549146702?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114226495549146702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114226495549146702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114226495549146702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114226495549146702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/solo-interview-1332006.html' title='Solo interview (13/3/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114224422924311644</id><published>2006-03-13T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T02:03:49.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tawan Sripan</title><content type='html'>Been reading thru my previous posts jus now and read the comments given. Den saw Qing's comment for my previous post on SRFC, thus, I have decided to come out with another one. This time, focusing on Tawan Sripan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Tawan ish not a fictitious name created by me, instead, He ish a real live person. The first time I knew abt him ish this once, I was surfing the S-league website, where den, there was this poll to vote for the S-league player of the month. Yes, Tawan was one of the nominees. But instead of voting for him, I voted for someone else instead, jus to spite the guy nxt to me, cant rmb hu riao, but he was oso a SRFC fan(I wasn't one at that time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I went to the matches, I wld alwys be on the lookout for him, did'nt noe wad he look like frm where I always sat, onli knew he was one of the smallest sized players on the pitch. And I mus admit, he was one of the best I have seen. Everything from his first touch, to his range of passing, his dribbling and the way he leads, it ish all perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I look up to him so much ish not jus because of his skills as a footballer. There are tonnes of footballers with sublime skill, he isn't the onli one, and he isn't the best in the world. But, wad makes him so special can be summed up in one word. LOYALTY. According to sources, his two goals from the 1994 Sea Games made him a cult icon in the whole of Asia. He was said to have been thought highly of by the then manager of Fulham, Kevin Keagan as well as another English team, Burnley. However, he turned all these down jus to sign for Sembawnag Rangers. Why he chose to will forever remain a mystery. Another mystery ish the fact that he stayed at the club for 5yrs, all the way till SRFC folded, when he signed for a team in Vietnam. He had chances to leave for greener patches, year in year out, the fact that he chose to stay, meant that he became the longest serving player in SRFC history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his years at SRFC, sadly, he won nth at all. The closest he came to winning one was in 1998, in the then FA cup. SRFC reached the final after beating then mighty Geylang United. During his time there, he was awarded the asian player of the month tittles twice, named in the Asian All stars team, as well as scoring a goal against Man United. He oso played in a match against Real Madrid in 2003 for Thailand. He didn't perform in that match though cos he watch not at 100% due to a knock he suffered in a match a few days back in a match against Balestier Khalsa in the league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself, has had a few moments with him, off the pitch. I went to this match between SRFC and Tanjong Pagar, with the hope of getting Tawan to sign on my cast(then my leg was in a cast, ligament tear, Sept 2003). After the match, I approached him. And got him to sign on it for me. Not onli did he sign on it, he even wrote me a "get well soon". It may seem nth to you, but for me, it was sumthing rly special. I rly cant find the word to describe it though. Lets jus say, it was sumthing special. A few weeks later, I saw him again, this time, at Suntec -- Carrefourre. Went and toked to him. From that short conversation, he made me feel that he was this humble guy, and when he toked to me, he saw me as a fren. Before we parted ways, he even wished me gd luck when I told him I would be getting the cast removed soon. The doctor wldn't allow me to keep my cast though. My heart broke when I saw him throwing the cast away into the bin. The cast which had Tawan's signature and that get well soon wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this year, there was this football match between the S-league selection against the Thai all-stars, which was advertised on the S-league's official website. The main reason for the match was for the Jalan Besar stadium to show off their new turf. Heard of the match frm Wei Cong, I looked forward to the match beri much because of one simple fact, it was said that Tawan wld be playing. It rly got me excited as I knew that after close to 3 yrs, I wld be able to see my hero again. On that day, I went wif WW and Kel, den saw alot of SRFC fans as well, who donned their old SRFC jerseys. However, Tawan did not even play in the match. He wasn't among the list of all the players even. I was rly angry at this. We were promised that Tawan wld be playing. Thats probably the reason there were so many SRFC fans present. Oso, I feel that this was a scam by the FAS to boost the attendance on that day. I find this extremely cheap and despicable(unsure of the spelling). Cos I rly thought that after 2yrs, nearly 3, I wld get to see my hero, get to shake his hand and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I found this stuff in my drawer jus now. These are all but jus memories from a past that wld nvr return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/1600/P1040023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/P1040023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My collection of S-league stuff, the matchday programmes as well as one of the few ticket stubbs I still have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my other stuff are lost and gone forever, and are now part of a memory, stored sum where in my head, nvr to be removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here ish the pic of the beri first copy of Stable News. The words read "Loyalty in the name of Football" Wad the whole of SRFC symbolised, from the players, rite dwn to the fans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/1600/P1040025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/P1040025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114224422924311644?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114224422924311644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114224422924311644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114224422924311644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114224422924311644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/tawan-sripan.html' title='Tawan Sripan'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114217661271507478</id><published>2006-03-12T06:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T07:16:52.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT show(again) (12/3/2006)</title><content type='html'>Yesh, went back IT show again today. Went wif my father la, thus, got free ride dere...lol. Find parking was beri difficult, but gotch this place beri littler ppl noe one. Parked the car there. Den ran into some trouble tearing the parking coupons. Firstly, teared wrong month, den, teared wrong time, instead of tearing pm, we teared for am. Dun care, jus replaced and reused. Walked to Suntec from Shaw tower dere. Today got more ppl den ytd sial, cos thing is last day, den everyone like me, go look for ppl who slash price at last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target : Hard-disk, thumb-drive and controller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in the exhibition hall onli saw the Logitech booth. Nvr see it ytd, cos nvr walk dere. Wanted to buy one that looks jus like PS2 controller cos of the grip and four shoulder buttons. Went and walk onwards, onli returned to buy after buying all the other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nxt, while we were searching for the hard-disk, I heard this guy promoting this MP3 player, 1gb memory for onli $99. Cheap sia, so went there and see see rook rook. The quality not bad, summore can use as thumbdrive. So, bought it. One dwn, two to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nxt was a hard-disk. Bought one 250gb one for jus $155. But the price they put on the top was onli $152. Den my father ask him, why the price diff, den that bastard say the price ish for the first two days one. LOL him lor. Normally, ppl offer discounts on the last day, why you so monkey, last day increase price? Kar cheng itchy isit. Of course got buy la. Beri sia suay if for that 3 bucks argue with that ass-clown there ma. One word of advice for that arse-hole. If you wan to attract customers, you should give away freebies which are of no use to anyone. I can guarantee you that this ish much much better than givin false prices. ass-clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two dwn, last target, controller. Got two controllers, dunno which one to buy, den ask the person. She say ish the same, only one ish got vibration, one dun have. Took the one which dun vibrate. In WE9, vibration onli occurs when you hit the post with a shot. How often does that happen? Thus, spending $15 more jus for sumthing I dun nd ish jus a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oso, because got so many ppl, pushing ppl here and there ish common. But then, got this mutha-fucker push me intentionally. Sorry oso dun hav, so I tulan, nudge in, den he turn and diao me, so I diao him back. He scared, den keikei look other side. Coward sial, think he bigger size den me I scared. Another word of advise, you should always look where you are going, instead of making ppl watch where you are going....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after dat. Den jus now open the MP3 player, gotch suprise, cos no user manual one. WTF? Dun give manual how I noe how to operate? Den dun noe how to charge the Batt, damn fucked up sial, no wonder so cheap. Haix, now pluggin in wif usb, see whether got use. Tml den call up the company to niao dem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114217661271507478?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114217661271507478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114217661271507478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114217661271507478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114217661271507478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-showagain-1232006_12.html' title='IT show(again) (12/3/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114217660398581461</id><published>2006-03-12T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T07:16:51.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT show(again) (12/3/2006)</title><content type='html'>Yesh, went back IT show again today. Went wif my father la, thus, got free ride dere...lol. Find parking was beri difficult, but gotch this place beri littler ppl noe one. Parked the car there. Den ran into some trouble tearing the parking coupons. Firstly, teared wrong month, den, teared wrong time, instead of tearing pm, we teared for am. Dun care, jus replaced and reused. Walked to Suntec from Shaw tower dere. Today got more ppl den ytd sial, cos thing is last day, den everyone like me, go look for ppl who slash price at last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target : Hard-disk, thumb-drive and controller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in the exhibition hall onli saw the Logitech booth. Nvr see it ytd, cos nvr walk dere. Wanted to buy one that looks jus like PS2 controller cos of the grip and four shoulder buttons. Went and walk onwards, onli returned to buy after buying all the other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nxt, while we were searching for the hard-disk, I heard this guy promoting this MP3 player, 1gb memory for onli $99. Cheap sia, so went there and see see rook rook. The quality not bad, summore can use as thumbdrive. So, bought it. One dwn, two to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nxt was a hard-disk. Bought one 250gb one for jus $155. But the price they put on the top was onli $152. Den my father ask him, why the price diff, den that bastard say the price ish for the first two days one. LOL him lor. Normally, ppl offer discounts on the last day, why you so monkey, last day increase price? Kar cheng itchy isit. Of course got buy la. Beri sia suay if for that 3 bucks argue with that ass-clown there ma. One word of advice for that arse-hole. If you wan to attract customers, you should give away freebies which are of no use to anyone. I can guarantee you that this ish much much better than givin false prices. ass-clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two dwn, last target, controller. Got two controllers, dunno which one to buy, den ask the person. She say ish the same, only one ish got vibration, one dun have. Took the one which dun vibrate. In WE9, vibration onli occurs when you hit the post with a shot. How often does that happen? Thus, spending $15 more jus for sumthing I dun nd ish jus a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oso, because got so many ppl, pushing ppl here and there ish common. But then, got this mutha-fucker push me intentionally. Sorry oso dun hav, so I tulan, nudge in, den he turn and diao me, so I diao him back. He scared, den keikei look other side. Coward sial, think he bigger size den me I scared. Another word of advise, you should always look where you are going, instead of making ppl watch where you are going....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after dat. Den jus now open the MP3 player, gotch suprise, cos no user manual one. WTF? Dun give manual how I noe how to operate? Den dun noe how to charge the Batt, damn fucked up sial, no wonder so cheap. Haix, now pluggin in wif usb, see whether got use. Tml den call up the company to niao dem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114217660398581461?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114217660398581461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114217660398581461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114217660398581461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114217660398581461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-showagain-1232006.html' title='IT show(again) (12/3/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114208966649283353</id><published>2006-03-11T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T07:07:46.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT show (11/3/2006)</title><content type='html'>Went IT show at Suntec with Sheng today. A lot of ppl sial. Walk in Citylink mall oso see here see dere all ppl, rly ish ppl hill ppl sea sial. Aniwae, we walk till Marina Square dere, den gotch this overhead bridge that links to Suntec, which was crowded like wad like dat. So, I decided we shld walk one whole round inside Marina Square, exiting out from Millenia Walk, den cross the road to Suntec. I ish veri familiar wif all the whole Suntec, Marina Square and Millenia Walk area cos last time I used to work in Millenia Walk for 5 months, and oso cos last time my uncle got one cut hair shop in Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Sheng den told me that we walking this whole big rd in the end the time taken will be the same as the time we jam at the bridge. I agree, but wld you choose to have ur butt touched by the auntie behind u while u kena jam dere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach dere liao, rly alot of ppl. Den first went to the top floor, from there start to see see look look. On my wanted list was a hard-disk, at least 250gb, a thumb-drive, ard 1gb, and oso a controller, cos I now rly confirm wan to buy WE9 liao, cos found out abt the online format for the game riao. As I walked ard, den take the brochures, all &lt;em&gt;kua bo lor&lt;/em&gt;, in the end, nvr saw anything I wanted, except the controller, which only come in pairs for those with analog controls. The fifth floor ish all those big brands exhibiting, oso, nth to see there, but did go and look for Samsung, see got Joycelin anot. Didn't see her, think see not working riao, but got see the Samsung showgirls, onli got one I see b4 at last time WCG and last time SITEX, den two new showgirls, both oso sub-standard, not like WCG so high-quality one....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, when dwnstairs to see the Nintendo and Xbox 360 booth. Nintendo there gotch this new game, maths one, which if you can solve a set of questions within 10secs, you get a Nintendo DS. I tried la of course, but took a long long time of 42secs, Sheng oso 42secs, but I got make one mistake, thus, he did better lor. Gotch 3 speeds which grades you on ur speed in solving this problems, we both got bicycle speed, so, I have concluded that it ish impossible to complete it in 10secs. But the stupid promoter there keep saying its possible its possible. Shld ask him whether he has seen anyone who did it. If noe, den this ish jus another case of &lt;em&gt;all fart no shit&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/1600/images.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/images.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nintendo DS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nxt went and play Dead or alive on the Xbox360. The graphics rly chio, summore the loading time ish beri short, short til macham no load time like dat. Got alot of xiaodidis playing. Den got this little boy owning this guy in his twenty sumthings. Sia suay sial. He left soon after, den I stepped up to challenge this little "prodigy". Can rmb hu I used, cos ish use back the character the previous guy used. And you noe wad? I won....lol. Ya rly. Not onli did I win, I went on to trash this guy by more than ten to zero. Den think he tulan, cannot take it, so quit. Den return to main menu, den tried to make me go same team as him to fight comp. Think this ish wad? If you cant beat them, join them thingy ish it? Sorry to disappoint, cos nth makes my day better than trashing ppl in games...lol(toking cock). He left, den came another kid, hu I think waited beri long riao. He came thinking he could beat me. But, as you all noe, I ish the real prodigy(Andy ish still the pretender...lol), so yesh, I trashed him all the way to (insert a location here). But mus still admire him la, cos he had the courage to try and try to beat. Played with him frm 445 to 5pm, den he finally beat me in our last match. Think ish cos I lost my concentration thinking abt dinner...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went nxt to find this Nokia shop, Sheng wans to change his phone, to this phone that costs $748, beri exp indeed. Went Levis first, to see whether Xueli still working anot, ans, no. But that day saw her in sch, she did'nt see me though. Went Bugis for dinner after that. Some may think that the distance between Suntec to Bugis ish beri long, but those who noe how to walk over will noe that it takes less than 10mins. I oso did'nt noe that the distance so small nia. Ish onli last yer, ard this time, IT show, my father went, den after that, he decided to lompang me home after work, den he brought me to walk to Bugis where the car was parked(Suntec where got place to park?). Then, for the days that continued, I wld den volunteer to tapao makan for my colloeagues at Bugis. Since they think the distance ish beri huge, I get to take my own sweet time, go see CD, or see wad, den buy their food, den go back. This meant that everyday, I was paid $5 for jus slacking in bugis. Gd rite?....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml going IT show again. This time with my father. He veri pro in this computer things, so go with him ish no mistake one, so tml surely will buy sumthing one................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114208966649283353?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114208966649283353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114208966649283353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114208966649283353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114208966649283353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-show-1132006.html' title='IT show (11/3/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114191984329557400</id><published>2006-03-09T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T07:57:23.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some ppl jus dun noe how mind their own business</title><content type='html'>Wanted to tok on this topic since Tue, but kept forgeting til now. As I said, some ppl jus dun noe wad the meaning of minding their own business. One of this ppl ish of cos botah, otherwise known as Hefirius Lee. You can find the other story whereby he kaypo in other ppl stuff &lt;a href="http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_keanosaga_archive.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I saying this? Its cos of this thing that happened during ogl camp on tue. Halfway thru it, that ass-clown called. This time, I no pan chance him, cos I showed him that I was beri tulan. Here ish how the conversation went, as I rmb it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botah: hello&lt;br /&gt;me: ya?&lt;br /&gt;Botah: ur class gotch this guy call Wei Kar(Kar Kar) ar?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ya&lt;br /&gt;Botah: Ish he looking for trouble?&lt;br /&gt;Botah: Why keep disturbing AS(attention seeker kia)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Y lei? a lot of ppl oso hate him(AS) ma.&lt;br /&gt;Botah: Why he so hum?&lt;br /&gt;Botah: How he wan to settle this? settle like a man&lt;br /&gt;Me: let me ask u sumthing&lt;br /&gt;Me: are you in the same lab as the 2 of them?&lt;br /&gt;Botah: ummm.... not rly, no&lt;br /&gt;Me: I oso not in that lab&lt;br /&gt;Me: den how the fuck I noe wad happened there?&lt;br /&gt;Me: oso, this ish none of my business, not ur business u call me for wad?&lt;br /&gt;Botah: ohhh, sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, he sms-ed me saying(unedited copy of the sms)&lt;br /&gt;If you angry bout it   -- line 1&lt;br /&gt;den i apologise... I   -- line 2&lt;br /&gt;jus wanna know   -- line 3&lt;br /&gt;why he so hum...   -- line 4&lt;br /&gt;Disturb so many times. My tone   -- line 5&lt;br /&gt;may sound Abit   -- line 6&lt;br /&gt;harsh   -- line 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets do abit of analysing on this msg.&lt;br /&gt;line 1 -- of course I angry la. Bo tai bo call me, den say my fren wad. Imagine, sumone call you, den tell u ur fren sux.&lt;br /&gt;line 3-5 -- come on la... hu ish the hum one?Kar kar disturb, den AS nvr do anything. Hu ish the real hum chi kia? Contradicting la, ass-clown&lt;br /&gt;line 6-7 -- wtf? you sound harsh? for fuck? Is it even of ur business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, some ppl should jus learn to mind their own business. Wad does not involve you, dun no meddle into it, ass-clown. Dun act hero, cos it jus shows how blardy stupid you rly ar. For any other stupid idiots hu oso wan to act hero, help other ppl solve prob one, jus rmb, before you do anything stupid, jus rmb this post of mine.....lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114191984329557400?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114191984329557400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114191984329557400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114191984329557400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114191984329557400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-ppl-jus-dun-noe-how-mind-their.html' title='Some ppl jus dun noe how mind their own business'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114188196487872517</id><published>2006-03-08T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:26:07.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sembawang Rangers Football Club</title><content type='html'>The new S-league season starts again this week. But, I dun see anything for me to cheer abt. Unlike 3 years ago, whereby I wld have looked forward to the opening match weeks in advance. I used to be an S-league fan. By fan, I mean a real fan, not those uncles you see at coffeeshops screaming their lungs out at the TV. They are there jus to win $$. but now, no longer am I even interested in the league anymore. The main reason for this ish the fact that Sembawang Rangers ish no more. Folded cos of financial problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supporting SRFC ish alot different from supporting ManU. The main reason ish due to the fact that SRFC ish actually a below average team. Whereby they lose more matches than they win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who introduced me to SRFC was Chong Chai, who one day after a rehersal for the opening ceremony of my sec sch when I was sec1 dat time. The match was SRFC vs Tanjong Pagar FC. SRFC won 5-3 btw. After that day, I found myself going back to support my team, SRFC, sometimes alone, sumtimes wif chong chai. The highlight I feel in my 3 yrs following the club was the early part of the 2002 season, where SRFC were challenging for the tittle. They of course fizzled out in the end and ended the season in 6th place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you hu are reading this will prob feel that SRFC ish a loser team that no one will support. It saddens me a lot when I hear this. When you ask me why I chose to support this team, I rly cant giv u an ans. Cos the fact ish, I rly dun noe. I jus feel that if there was a match being played at the Yishun Stadium and I wasn't there to support the stallions, I will fill empty inside. Its rly strange and undescribable. The following are my personal recounts of some of the matches I can rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRFC 4 - 3 Woodlands Wellington(Singapore Cup, 2002)&lt;br /&gt;This match ish probably one of the best shows of determination I have ever seen. Down by 3-1 in the first half. Before the start of the second half, rain poured dwn, a possible show of the dejected spirits of the fans present in the stadium. The team came out in the second half, battled hard and won 4-3 in the end, with 2 goals which were scored in the last 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRFC 2 - 2 Woodlands Wellington(S-league, 2003)&lt;br /&gt;This ish the first match I went to after the SARS thing. The reason I still rmb this match ish the amt of abuse handed out to then Woodlands captain, the racist Simon Clark. Not at all a family friendly environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRFC 1 - 4 Geylang United(S-league, 2003)&lt;br /&gt;Fisrt time betting on a football match. No prize for guessing who we betted on. Odds were $8+ per $1 betted on SRFC. There was tok on us going to enjoy at sakae sushi if we win. Of course lose la. Match noted for the fight that broke out some time after. Whereby this guy ran the full length of the pitch to whack this ang mo on the nose, effectively breaking the other player's nose. Soon after, got this dun-noe-die Geylang fan, hu walk towards the SRFC fans to dunno scold wad. Den, almost got another fight, until some ppl pull the ass-clown away. After the match ended, all the fans were asked nicely to leave the stadium, and were thanked for our support of the stallions. While me and my frens made our way towards the entrance from the other end of the stadium, we walked past then Geylang coach, Scott o ass-clown. He diao-ed me, den I diao him back, after that, tell my frens that that blardy fucktard diao me. None of the fans wanted to leave. Instead, we all stayed behind, and applauded the players as they made their way out of the dressing rooms. Another plea by the stadium staff, and all the fans den ll went out. But dun think anyone left. All waited outside for the Geylang players to come out and board the bus. The police were called in to help too. Den when the players eventually boarded their bus, all the fans walked towards the bus like wan to knock it dwn like dat. Den of course the police stop us la. But they couldn't stop us frm hurling our abuses as well as all the fingers that were shown. There was even this gungho bastard, hu walk in front of the police, point finger to the players in the bus. The mata onli diao him nia. When the bus left the place, got this uncle come and shout, "Refereeeeeeee timeeeee!!!". Got sumone keep asking us to go hm liao, wait for wad? Cant rmb hu it was liao. Den before the referee came out, the police started to ask us to go hm. Den dun noe hu, think is chong chai, say mother dun wan him hm.....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, still went to watch matches wif Wei Cong and A1FC, when the young lions were playing in the Yishun Stadium while their stadium was being re-surfaced. But, the feeling was so much different. I did feel the bond which I felt for the stallions. Most of the time I went, I went as a punter, most of the time, betting against the young lions. Dun noe why I did this, considering the fact that the young lions were sponsered by my bosses, Jay Gee, aka Levis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawan, by the way, ish the captain of the stallions, and my favourite player of all time. Now you noe why I use that name so much. It ish also, SRFC that taught me that there was more to being a soccer fan than jus blindly following the best teams in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/sembawang3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                    1995 - 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114188196487872517?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114188196487872517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114188196487872517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114188196487872517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114188196487872517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/sembawang-rangers-football-club.html' title='Sembawang Rangers Football Club'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114187706641784705</id><published>2006-03-08T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:04:47.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final presentation (8/3/2006)</title><content type='html'>Today, last day of sch liao. Den gotch the presentation. Before we presented, Gay Tang came into our "waiting room", den told me I got freaking high marks for my C++ test. Ask me how I did it. He think I stupid, dun noe he trying to suan me. Say I lousy. Wanted to niao him, say I got high marks ish cos I did pay attention in his class, instead, I learnt all my C++ frm DS Malik, the God of C++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation time, Danny Koh ask where Qifu. I told him he on the way riao, ask him can wait awhile, he say cannot. Ask us to start without him. And say wun let Qifu present. We presented. Den I toked abt the normal AI and the character animations. Den answer he questions he threw at us. Den after that, he tell us story abt how we can make it better by rewriting our codes. After that got peer review. Initially saw it as a chance to shoot Teddy, but in the end changed my mind. Felt like dat quite cruel lor. So instead, wrote good comments for everyone. Den Qifu one, I wrote some extra things, hope that can hep him. After the presentation, I went and look for Qifu. Convinced him to go tok to Danny Koh. Den,we decided that Qifu go give him a lie. How I noe Danny Koh so pro, in the end make Qifu himself admit he lying. Now how I dun noe, most probably he will fail. Rly feel sad for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After luch, sat at the bench outside the labs, den tok cock listen song. Den frm no where, and dun noe why, got this bitch, when waliking into the lift, show us a loser sign. Onli me and Renli saw it, den I asked Renli whether he noe her, he say no. Beri weird lor. Bo tai bo zee show us loser sign.Dun even noe her lor. But for all I noe, she may have been whacked by someone outside jus now. Whack till now jia lat jia lat. Thats the best. Nvr go OGL today. I gave up on it ytd riao. But didn't wan to pang sei Yanlong, so went ytd. Today, lucky Yanlong ownself telll me he dun wan go, cos I rly dun wan go riao, frm ytd, before even registering or anything. Jus now saw our ogl group ppl, den this guy saw me, smile at me. Den I laughed. Watch Fearless in sch jus now. Beri nice the show. Free one summore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beri tired riao. Tml wan start my search for jobs riao... Ending post here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114187706641784705?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114187706641784705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114187706641784705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114187706641784705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114187706641784705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/final-presentation-832006.html' title='Final presentation (8/3/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114174326663850328</id><published>2006-03-07T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T06:54:26.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OGL (7/3/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Last day of coding for the project today. Today ish oso my turn to get the attendance. I veri law - by - law ones. which means, if you were not ard by 915 in the morning, den you wun get to sign... hahaha. Because of this, the whole of blackie's group did not get to sign...hahaha. Serves them rite for coming late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt; Tml going to present liao. Thinking of wad to say tml. Most probably ish explain how the AI works, and oso tok on how I did the character's situation animations. Mus say this before Teddy does. Cos, given his track record, there ish a huge chance that he will present everything til macham he do everything like that. But hor, for those hu hav been following my blog. You will noe that I was the one that came out with the template, den all he had to do was to copy and paste my codes, change variable nia, and everything will work. Oso, I did the integration lor. So, dun think he so easy can claim all my credit... lol. But Qifu poor thing lor. Spent 2 weeks or so to do the help file, den suddenly, the stupid designers came out with a movie for the tutorial. Asswipes sial, the designers. Did I mention before that designers suck? They rly do though. Let me ask you something, if you were creating a game, and you need a screen to display whether the player have either lost or won, wad wld you do? The obvious thing ish to get the designers to do it rite? Wrong. I had to come out with the design myself. Ass-clowns. Not only that. The vertexes they have given me for the character animations were all wrong. I had to adjust them myself. Not onli that, one of the animation for a particular character ish done all wrong. It was supposed to be an animation of the character crying, but when it was integrated. Instead of tears rollin dwn, it became the body of the character rollin dwn. The stupid designers still had to cheek to laugh  abt it, when it was clearly their blardy fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, today gotch OGL camp. Den got into this grp, with super enthu ppl, who onli like to speak eng. Asshole la, chinese should speak chinese ma. Dun they noe that &lt;em&gt;hua yu&lt;/em&gt; cool?...lol. Den oso got this beri bitchy attention whore. She thinks she beri chio, beri cute or wadever. Keep bitching. I think she ish last time OG one part-timer, she look beri familiar. But she cannot recognise me riao. Which ish a gd thing la. I dun ever wan to be associated with this kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml gotch presentation. Later tonite got soccer. So now go get some slp first. Later than wake up watch soccer.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114174326663850328?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114174326663850328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114174326663850328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114174326663850328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114174326663850328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/ogl-732006.html' title='OGL (7/3/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114157241132638324</id><published>2006-03-05T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T07:26:51.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[SesameStreet]</title><content type='html'>Thats the name of my guild in Silkroad. Why call sesame street so &lt;em&gt;geena&lt;/em&gt; name lei? Main reason I think ish cos of the guild master's character name -- BigBird. Not hard to see why rite? Oso, today, had the goal of reaching lvl 15, but due to a blardy laggy server, could onli reach lvl13. Those that hav actually played the game will noe hoe fustrating the server can be. Cos, in some places, there are monsters that will &lt;em&gt;bo tai bo zee&lt;/em&gt; came and whack you. Den, if you are lagging, den there ish no way for you to noe when you are being attacked. Then when you finally noe that you are attacked, you will see the notice that you have been killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, jus wanted to add this for those that nd it. You shld noe why I ish putting this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• SOS (Samaritans of Singapore) - Anybody in crisis and the suicidal. Tel: 1800-221-4444 (24 hours daily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Care Corner Mandarin Counselling Centre: 1800-353- 5800 (10am to 10pm daily) • TOUCHLINE (TOUCH Youth Service) - Youths between 12 and 19 years old, who are struggling, frustrated or depressed and badly in need of a listening ear. Tel: 1800-377-2252 (10:00am - 10:00pm Daily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Fei Yue Family Service Centre - Families or individuals in distress. Tel: 6569-0381, 1800-565 6626 (2:00pm - 6:00pm Mon-Fri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Touch Youth Community 6377 0122&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Teenage Crisis Centre (Teen Challenge) - Drug addicts, inhalant abusers, teenage gangsters, runaways, school-dropouts, delinquents, crisis counselling. Tel: 6346-9332 (9:00am - 5:00pm Mon-Fri) (9:00am - 1:00pm Sat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Tinkle Friend (Singapore Children's Society - Bukit Merah Centre) - Primary school students, especially children who are alone at home, who need someone to chat or discuss problems with. Tel: 1800-274-4788 9:00am - 11:00am, 2:30pm - 4:30pm Mon-Fri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Youthline (Youth Challenge) - Young people with interpersonal, family, stress/depression/anxiety and sex-related problems. Tel: 6336-3434 (8:30am - 6:00pm Mon-Fri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Care Community Services, &lt;a href="http://www.carecom.org.sg" target="_blank"&gt;www.carecom.org.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Shanyou Counselling Centre, &lt;a href="http://www.shanyou.org.sg" target="_blank"&gt;www.shanyou.org.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Care Corner Singapore, &lt;a href="http://www.carecorner.org.sg/counselling.html" target="_blank"&gt;www.carecorner.org.sg/counselling.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Depression Hotline = 1800-2231313&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114157241132638324?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114157241132638324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114157241132638324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114157241132638324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114157241132638324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/sesamestreet.html' title='[SesameStreet]'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114148121951130806</id><published>2006-03-04T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T06:06:59.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whacking Manyang --- part 2 (04/03/2006)</title><content type='html'>Jus wanted to drop this post in now cos been having trouble loggin in to the Slkroad server. They got 6 servers now, still none of them ish not full. Blardy hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain wad ish the meaning of manyang to those hu dun noe. Its the first monster you have to battle in this game called Silkroad Online. Quite new game, been ard for abt a few months onli. Was introduced to the game be Qing when it jus released. Was still on holi after the first semester den. Last time still rmb, got some place you go, rly no one one, cos the game rly so new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days in, due to the increase in the number of players, the server had to be reset and a new server was added. Thus, all my previous progress was gone. By then, it was already the second time I had to start over, the first being the time I made a mess of the skills, so in order not to lose out, had to restart. This time, play awhile onli beri sian riao, cos too repetitive. Hack and kill monsters onli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I choosen to restart again? Its cos of my father lor. Those hu have been followin my post will noe that my father ish addicted to this game and oso, most of his friends playing it and lvl all high high riao. So, they created this guild, den asked me to join(cos I ish the prodigy ma...lol). So, going to start all over to chiong. Oso, tot it was quite cool to be gaming with my father. I mean, how many of you actually play an online game with ur father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now going to check whether can connect to the server anot..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114148121951130806?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114148121951130806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114148121951130806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114148121951130806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114148121951130806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/whacking-manyang-part-2-04032006.html' title='Whacking Manyang --- part 2 (04/03/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114139714139827373</id><published>2006-03-03T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T07:08:44.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF (3/3/2006)</title><content type='html'>Today, go sch, did the credits fo the project. Den show YanPing. He jus say ok, dats all. Den I ask him gotch anything nd me to do, he gave me a beri (dun noe how to describe) face. So, for the whole morning, I decided to do nth else. Jus surf net surf surf surf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch. Still &lt;em&gt;bauy song&lt;/em&gt;, so I decided not to go back to my seat. Instead, went and sit beside Wye to surf net. He was slping. Den I surfed HWZ, EDMW. Den got EngTong dey all come and tok cock surf net together. Den, came across this GMM thread frm her appearance on Guess x3 one. Gotch links to D/L some parts where she tok oso. So, of course, went back to my seat to d/l. Sch d/l beri fast. Damn song. Watch abit at my comp there. Den after that, transfered to my thumbdrive, den bring over to Wye to share, cos, sharing ish caring(SIC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went back to my place. Decided to try and ask gotch wad to do again. Den he gave me a bird ans. Say I should noe cos I leader. Sian la. The latest copy with him lor. So, found out that the characters' situation animations not done. So, I got Qifu and Teddy to come and do together. I made until can riao, got the template, that means Qifu they all onli nd to do some minor adjusments to the variables. Teddy do halfway went and watch anime, so I decided to let him do the animation for the AI characters. YanLong complain that he got nth to do in his grp, but I wld gladly switch places with him lor. At least my driver wun giv attitude....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the way home, saw got &lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt;, bought the Taiwan(not Tawan you fool) &lt;em&gt;cao da&lt;/em&gt;(super big) chicken chop. Veri hot, den eat riao sweat like mad, chilli rly hot....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus now been surfing EDMW again, den got this fucker Olinda, aka Angeline Boh fan, keep suaning GMM. I was beri tulan, so, I decided to create a HWZ account, jus to reply and shoot this bastard. You can find my post &lt;a href="http://forums.hardwarezone.com/showthread.php?p=17650109&amp;posted=1#post17650109"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Can oso see its my first post lor. Nxt, got this thread, ask ppl who their fav singers are, den of course, posted my second post. Can oso see it &lt;a href="http://forums.hardwarezone.com/showthread.php?p=17650344&amp;amp;posted=1#post17650344"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veri tired riao. Will stop here today. TGIF, rly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I ish serious. Tawan did not talk cock on &lt;em&gt;bla bla bla. &lt;/em&gt;Pls ignore the sentence below.(Ok, got to tok some cock in every post).....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114139714139827373?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114139714139827373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114139714139827373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114139714139827373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114139714139827373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/tgif-332006.html' title='TGIF (3/3/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114122663340847005</id><published>2006-03-01T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T07:23:53.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Drummania (1/3/2006)</title><content type='html'>Before I start anything today, let me introduce some programming codes to those of you who noe nth abt programming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; (PD == dead_carcass)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;       world_peace = &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said in the tittle. Drummania has been banned by the administrator. Damn fucked-up. One of theories for this is the blardy ass-clown, A-drain. Why, cos he always play that time play so loud, like wan the whole lab to hear her(yes her, he ish not fit to be a man) play like dat. Its not like she ish beri gd or wad. She ish as bad as a baby playing with one hand. Look at it this way, she plays a song(easy one, such as Monster Tree) on the basic difficulty, she ish so stupid, she can fail. Lousy like wad sia. So, beri gloomy today, cos my source of entertainment has been removed. Actually, its oso Ramli's fault, cos I think ish he gib her the file one. Why did he do this??? So today, I took every opportunity I had to scold A-drain. Like, when for no apparent reason, he banged some paper on the table, I shout at her, ask her to &lt;em&gt;tiam, &lt;/em&gt;and to &lt;em&gt;mai kao pei, &lt;/em&gt;she den dunno say wad. Dun dare to say loudly. Haha, bitch. A-drain ish wad I always say as, &lt;em&gt;all fart no shit, &lt;/em&gt;onli noe how to &lt;em&gt;kao pei kao bu &lt;/em&gt;dats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, today, did some merging of codes. Tell u ar, doing this ish rly can die one. So, today, I fell into a state of unending hunger, thats wad I become when I get depressed. This ish oso cos YP do halfway say dun wan do riao. This means that I hav to carry the team all by myself. But lucky Teddy today enthu, so I got him to help me do quite a lot of stuff. So, I ate alot today. For breakfast, eat rice with a lot of side dish, den lunch eat again, after that, ate wedges, den before go home, ate chocolate. Sick. But, but, but, whenever I got too depressed, all I had to do was to listen to some music, or see photos(listen to wad song, see wad photo, dun think need to say hor). It rly works. Beri happy. Today oso called Sam, a manager at the hotel Qifu was working at. It turned out to be a banquet waiter. I called, den dun noe wad to say, so passed the phone to Qifu, who help me say. Den Sam took my personal particulars and all. Qifu told me ish cos he wan to check on my history. Den I joked with him that I last time shoplift tio caught by mata one....lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114122663340847005?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114122663340847005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114122663340847005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114122663340847005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114122663340847005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-more-drummania-132006.html' title='No more Drummania (1/3/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114113907944861677</id><published>2006-02-28T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T07:31:25.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally completed AI (28/2/2006)</title><content type='html'>Firstly, thx to Onishinobi and SilentAutumn for the comments, &lt;em&gt;kam xia&lt;/em&gt; ar. Next, this goes to Onishinobi, you see, for my plan to maintain my standard as a beri "man" man, I have iinstalled an anti-gay program in blog, so I cant do mantion anything abt gays or else I will be blogged frm any posts for 1 week....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, today morning went for breakfast again. Bbut this time, no Mac, relief sia, cos Mac isnt rly diet frenly...lol. Oso, today ish the first day of the second lunar month, and on every first and 15th day of the lunar month, I eat only vegetarian till 12pm. So today went south canteen to eat. I had, &lt;em&gt;kuey tiao, shu tiao and tofu&lt;/em&gt;, $1.50 nia, beri cheap. Eat riao oso beri full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, returned to lab and I continued with the AI, finally completed it today, and oso cleaned up the codes, so now neat and tidy riao. So, the nxt thing I nd to worry abt ish, how I do I merge them into the main files. Thats wad I been doing till I got my GMM wallpaper changed to a fuck-upped Osama wallpaper(YP dey all change one). Den I&lt;em&gt; sibei tulan, &lt;/em&gt;log-off comp, den sit there wait for 6pm.By then oreally 5+ riao. Sit there, den watch blackie's monitor, he watching King Kong, but then I heard a beri familiar sound, which went like this.... &lt;em&gt;mai yee ar hee, mai yee ya hu..... &lt;/em&gt;den I started to walk towards the music(yesh, my ear ish beri sensitive to anything that sounds like GMM). Happened to come frm the laptop nst to Wye, den I saw the DMD ger watching the 不怕不怕 MV. Den I pulled a chair over den watch. After that, I asked her to send me the file. Den went over to the comp nxt to Wye to enjoy by myself. After that was surfing Wiki with Kar Kar to find some &lt;em&gt;bo liao &lt;/em&gt;articles to read, den played some &lt;em&gt;qian bian wen &lt;/em&gt;da questions with Renli. After that, go hm riao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, before I forget, on the MRT that time, I saw a guy reading the Newpaper, den jus as he flipped the page, I caught a glimspe of, guess hu? Yeah, GMM. See, wad did I tell u, me and her gotch &lt;em&gt;yuen fen, so, &lt;/em&gt;when reach Yishun dat time, I went and bought a copy of the paper la. It ish an interview of MM, den hor the interviewer beri stupid, cos he say GMM turning 25 nxt month. Mus tell him to dun lie(saying that he tok cosk ish onli an insult to wad I do here). The correct thing ish, she will be 23yrs old on the 21 March. So ny word of advice to the reporter: "pls get ur blardy facts rite b4 you print anything, this ish ur last chance huh, one more time I will personally come and kill you ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, before I end off for today, wad I mentioned abt the anti-gay blog is all toking cock(dats wad I do a lot on this blog aniwae). I didnt add the two guys hugging thing cos forgot due the amt of anger [--] &lt;- the meter, as you can see abt to explode riao...lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114113907944861677?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114113907944861677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114113907944861677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114113907944861677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114113907944861677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/02/finally-completed-ai-2822006.html' title='Finally completed AI (28/2/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114105253581849946</id><published>2006-02-27T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T08:18:11.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drummania ish cool (27/2/2006)</title><content type='html'>Sunday(ytd) --- nth much ytd. Chiong games, but realised no form ytd, play wad game oso nvr make any progress, so beri sian. At night, ChU got show the &lt;em&gt;Superhost &lt;/em&gt;finals. Nth much to watch though, cos I hav not been following the compettition at all. But for some reason, when I on my TV, I unconsciously(spelling dunno correct anot) turn to ChU, commercial break, den when return to the program, guess wad? GMM!!! I blardy excited, like little boy see ice cream like dat. Den my hand beri fast, reach out and press the record button on the tape recorder, swee swee, so lucky. Think this is cos me and Mei Mei got &lt;em&gt;yuan &lt;/em&gt;fen..... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today --- Today, first thing reach sch, YP ask me to do the technical document, but then I tell him i ask Teddy do liao. He dun believe. But rly got la. Den after that, go eat breakfast again. Mac again, the $2 one. Drank coffee, den re-fill coffee again, to bring to lab drink. Go back lan, first thing onli play Drummania, played &lt;em&gt;Lydia&lt;/em&gt;(chinese song , the FIR one) and &lt;em&gt;Real Emotion&lt;/em&gt;(Yuna sing during the FFX2 opening). I see myself play, den see YP play, den I &lt;em&gt;zi bei &lt;/em&gt;sia, he beri pro.... rly. Nvr eat lunch again. Use lunch time to do work and play oso la. Play play play, til ard 3, den officially start work. Working on AI again. Finishing soon. Will try to finish by tml, den Wed can clean up all my codes, den see got wad else to do. Before go home, play a lot of Drummania, but onli tio owned by YP. I see his score got one more digit den me I stun, he so pro sia, I n00b, tml need to go pia, mus be better than him...lol. Today Qifu nvr come. Then 4pm like that den msg me tell me, still wan me to help him sign attendance, but tell him cannot la, cos Peter Penis(Petrus) morning got come, den noe he today absent riao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus now go cut hair. $9, cheap and gd. Not like last time I go the stupid barber(not the chinese ah peks near my hse, the stupid football crazy bastards near the gameshop there), cut until so ugly. Imagine this, the two sides he cut slope, like secondary sch studen like that, den at the back, nvr cut at all, infront, cut until macham GI hair, cheesepie man....asshole. Asshole rly, cos I told him to all cut layer, dun understand english one issit, if so, dun ask in english la, B***h. Not only that, that bastard still got the cheek to ask me to go back his there in two weeks time, he help me to style, fuck him man, I ish not as stupid as him, take one hour to cut, still cut til so kns. Shit him. Summore the nxt day got presentation, blardy hell. Den after that, heng, holiday, but still, for 2 weeks or so I dun dare to go out. Enuff said of him, cos because of an ass-clown like him, I have learnt to cut hair onli at Ginza, a hairstylist near my place, cut riao nice, nice, swee swee, no prob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114105253581849946?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114105253581849946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114105253581849946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114105253581849946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114105253581849946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/02/drummania-ish-cool-2722006.html' title='Drummania ish cool (27/2/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114093915104395897</id><published>2006-02-25T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:19:24.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guo Mei Mei -- part 2 (25/2/2006)</title><content type='html'>As I jus said , went to see Guo Mei Mei ytd. Initially plan for Sat was this: morning go play soccer, den after that, go home slp. No such thing as go see GMM or wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, due to WW dey all being beri off(buei on), didnt play soccer ytd. Oso, my sister wan the album(the scissor paper stone game actually). So I said, tml my fren dey all got go the autograph session, so, if you wan, gib me the money, I go buy and get the autograph tml. So, with-in an hour, the whole plan for my Sat changed. Not onli that, cos, since the first time saw GMM, I oreally like her riao, den that day, not cant rmb Wed or Thur, she went on 933fm for interview, den heard her toking voice for the first time, beri cute voice, &lt;em&gt;macham &lt;/em&gt;cartoon mouse like dat. So, for the days that followed, I was rather confused lor, whether or not wan go the session, onli reach my decision on Fri night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up beri early on Sat, reason was to get ready. Went and charge the batteries for cam and all, den after that, went out riao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met CH first, cos Wye was late.... lol. Reached Bukit Panjang Plaza at ard 245, den quite infront in the queue, so, since got no much ppl, get to sit first. Oso, took the first pic here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/P1020786.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got long time to wait, so, I decided to go buy Newpaper(its the name of the newspaper, so, no wrong spelling) to read, but then go 7-11, no more riao, sad. So, instead, bought a bread from Breadtalk instead. Den wait wait wait, til ard 3++ near 4, got 2 mediacock come, namely, Felicia Chin(mei ren yu) and Lin Ming Lun. Den ppl saw mei ren yu, den tot ish GMM, den all stand up see, so, all stand, den packed together like wad like dat. I starting oso tot ish GMM. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="247" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/P1020791.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tio cramped together for a beri long time, cos the whole thing started beri late cos got some stupid media interviewing GMM behind the scenes. After that, this 933 dj came out and apologise for the delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/P1020793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the cramping session, got 2 Teddy clones dunno from where come to the front. From behind us, the went in front of us. Got oso this Fat Bastard, again, dunno from where come to the front, den stand on the railing there, make all those behind him cannot see, beri inconsiderate, cos there oso got a lot of children. Asshole sia. Tap him ask him come down he &lt;em&gt;bo hiu &lt;/em&gt;think is his skin too thick, like elephant. As a result, some of my pcis were affected. Ass-clown sia. If got more adults those behind him ish not children, think he sure &lt;em&gt;tio hoot&lt;/em&gt; one. Sian, dun wan to tok abt him riao, onli spoiling my mood. The one wth the green cap ish the fat bastard. Spoil ppl day onli, hope he go back home his camera all spoil, everything he took all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMM finally came out, den sang four songs, first song was 老鼠爱大米, den onli Wye sang along, beri funny. After dat, she sang 愛是你眼裡的一首情歌, den 勾勾手 before she sang 不怕不怕 with some other dancers, Here was where the Fat Bastard spoil everyone's day. Stand high high, take his cam, den shoot, cos he wan to get the whole stage on his camera. Asshole. If he wanted to get those kind of picture, he should stand at the back ma, Asshole. Mus be a beri stupid guy, dun understand the principle of angles. Hope all his pictures and beedeos all cannot watch, dat will probably make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the autographing start, got this stupid malay asshole(the crowd control ass-clown). Me, Wye, CH walk one row go in. But den when the two of them go in le, this asshole stop me, den let auntie auntie go in first. Mutha-fucking ass-clown bastard SOB combo was oso deaf, tell him my fren inside, let me go in can, one person nia ma, he act as though nvr hear, chao chee bye kia, hope he (sumthing bad) soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When finally my turn to hav my album signed, I saw he close up, beri happy, like when those xmm see F4 like dat, den after that, I shook her hand, beri small and cute. Tell you ar, if I was to die on the spot jus like that, I will have died a happy guy sia... Ok. getting gay-ish, stop here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my mood now ish beri bad. Now jus upload some of the pics I took ytd. Found out I took 60 over pics ytd, sick. Those who wan the whole series jus &lt;em&gt;deng deng deng&lt;/em&gt; me, I will send it to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/P1020813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                           my fav pics(top and bottom).................&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/P1020850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/P1020856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                   勾勾手......................&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/P1020874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                         high-difficulty shot, cos needed to siam the fat bastard as well as the media-cocks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                            thats y the pic abit blurry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7514/1945/320/P1020879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               change of outfit and performing 不怕不怕&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114093915104395897?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114093915104395897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114093915104395897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114093915104395897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114093915104395897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/02/guo-mei-mei-part-2-2522006.html' title='Guo Mei Mei -- part 2 (25/2/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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-19622256.post-114088067119838421</id><published>2006-02-25T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T07:17:51.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tio conned (25/2/2006)</title><content type='html'>Fri, reach sch jus in time to sign attendance. After that wait for Justin so can go for breackfast. Den ate Mac again. But, this time &lt;em&gt;kiang &lt;/em&gt;riao, cos ate sausage mcmuffin, and 1 cup of coffee for onli $2. After that, I re-fill my cup with coffee den go back lab drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thur, was told that a presentation to show what we have learnt was post-poned to Mon. But, suprise, it only consisted of certain teams. So, I had the presentation on Fri. Got a bit shocked when see Peter Petrus come, den all I could do was to show him wad I was working on, ie, the healh bar and the AI. Showed him everything step by step, so, took quite some time to finish showing him everthing. Hope he gib me gd score, cos this ish 20% of the overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, went and continue doing AI. But, found a bug. So had to spend time solving it. So, as a result, still need summore time with the normal difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you noe, been trying to find a job recently, and oso rather &lt;em&gt;kan cheong&lt;/em&gt; riao. So, on Fri, when heard Qifu leaving early to go work, I asked him wad he was doing and the pay, and whether got any vacancies. Turns out got, den I ask him to pull me in. Hope can, cos I rly need a job rite now. If got job, I can spend money more easily, can buy wad I wan without thinking twice, like last time at dockers like dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to an autograph session. Tok abt it tml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19622256-114088067119838421?l=keanosaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114088067119838421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19622256&amp;postID=114088067119838421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114088067119838421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19622256/posts/default/114088067119838421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keanosaga.blogspot.com/2006/02/tio-conned-2522006.html' title='Tio conned (25/2/2006)'/><author><name>KeanoSaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01741470205641743545</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></feed>
