yandao.com - Memoirs of a player wannabe

Well, this post will have to be one of the most obscure that only those who know me well enough will probably understand its meaning.. and well, that’s difficult to write.. but still, I can’t resist a challenge. Here goes:

Definition for Dummies – rather, for first time readers and/or noobs:

Red Plate = premium sushi – expensive, but classy.. (like zixin) =x
Usual Plates (yellow, pink, blue, green) = cheapo sushi in buffet. normally $1.99. wth. eat as much as you want.

Okay, it’s been quite a while since I’ve met someone who looks like a good lay, so bear in mind I probably am not in top shape. Argh. Uh huh. So, basically, I’m in an environment which seems all too familiar, and the usual thing happens, me see sushi, sushi see me.

Fortunately (or not), this was a red plate one – meaning, it’s exclusive, expensive, hot, whichever, you want to brand it – up to you. To me, it’s just red plate. Of course, when you see a red plate sushi during a buffet, of course you grab it. Thing was, this sushi seemed seemingly harmless, and well, of course I proceed to try to eat it la. -.-”‘ What logic is this. Sheesh.

I had no idea why, but.. it changed my taste, for 2 nights, totally. The.. errr, taste of it changed me, that is. (*winks winks*). Then, suddenly, it did what I would usually do first, stop eating. What the hell..? Wow. Player gets played. Should have re-read the buaya handbook before going out on my own grounds.

Red plate sushi is back on the belt again. Bros who are reading this, beware, man!

What the hell. If I’m genuinely talking about food here, I be damned. Go figure out the meanings, else, go to Yahooligans! and find some young friends for company. Sheesh.

Hmm. I must admit, at the time of writing this post, I’m still somewhat pissed – not just pissed like my new gadget got dissed and cussed at or something, but real pissed, to the point that I became a complete butt-hole (the appealing Facilitator [look around in the site] today told us she didn’t want to hear the word “ass”, so Mikhael suggested “butt-hole”)…

Ask Joyce, she will know – she also cannot tolerate me when I’m pissed… Don’t know who she is? Forget it then.. and Joyce, confirm with me the details whether we still going LR? I’m a very forgetful person.. otherwise later I meet someone up for dinner or something, then.. errr. Not good. Sorry I closed your messages, too.

Oh, Kai Ling, thanks for your Friendster testimonial also. Just remember not to merely read, but tag or comment also, hor.. and I will always remember “the dog is dead”

Mmmmh. What really turned me subtly hostile?

I believe its a combination of several factors, the freaking messy problem statement got on my nerves – I CANNOT stand confusion, and I am an High D, I, and S person, so don’t ever try to blame it on my personality. Maybe its because I have a little of everything inside me, and that’s why I can be such an butthole at times – so much that I actually blasted Eurodance tracks through my pathetic LapMate headphones – and I could even piss Sebestian off by going so far as to state… “Sebestian and the BIG FAT Elephant” – like as if I wasn’t close to his size during a period of time… but that’s the past.

Then Derek messaged me again, and told me Brenda and Jolynn wanted to see this up.. So it’s up! I never ever seldom let gals down one hor! Well, not that I ever remember.

Anyways, yesterday, the class all forked out a little cash and got me ice cream cakes! from Swensens!!! Haha. Really grateful to them for that – must try not to be such an asshole next time =x.. and then Zixin (I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned anywhere that she’s the hot gal in the class, have I?) snapped this for me!

Anyways. My sincere apologies for the crap. I’ll try to be more level headed and not learn from Tom Ryan in Scary Movie 4 and take like a whole bottle of viagra down my throat. I promise that.

Blah. Gotta look through this WordPress plugins again. Lots of code to sort out.. Lalala..

Okay. So, server is back up, but bad news is data is LOST. GONE. ERASED… well, almost everything. So, what the hell. yandao.com has to start anew? (together with Kelvin?)

No! Thank god for something called Google!’s Cache. I’ve managed to recover *most* of the posts, except maybe the ones on “Food!”.. and the comments.. Somehow, google didn’t dump that into cache, but we can’t blame them, since 90% of content + shoutbox posts will be restored.

It’s going to be a busy day for me. Drop me a HUG (invitation open to ladies only, hor) or something, just in case u forgot today’s my birthday. Blah.

Edit: What the hell. I’ve reposted all that I could salvage. Will work on the shoutbox during class break or something.. and the images.. Hmm. Maybe they are still inside my Nokia Communicator 9500. Heh. 

“First impressions are often the truest, as we find (not infrequently) to our cost, when we have been wheedled out of them by plausible professions or studied actions. A man’s look is the work of years; it is stamped on his countenance by the events of his whole life, nay, more, by the hand of nature, and it is not to be got rid of easily.”

- William Hazlitt (British Writer, best known for his humanistic essays. 1778-1830)

They say first impressions are the most important and the truest. I’ll agree.

That’s not exactly good. Why? Because not only the first impression I had in RP wasn’t exactly good, the second impression and third (to-be) doesn’t have a positive outlook, too. The place is like a semi-constructed maze which looks like it just had a coat of fresh white paint splashed all over its walls, and it had small lifts which everyone had to cramp into just to get to classes. I do NOT like that. Who wouldn’t?

My orientation class.. looks quite okay. Though there are a few severely.. antisocial people and other social freaks which I’d rather not socialize with – However, that girl at the corner table with the green top yesterday (what’s her name again? argh, im fumbling with names again; numbers would be better.) does indeed look great.
I really hate to admit to myself such facts.

Jezlyn’s jealous that I did a short post on a girl I didn’t even talk to while I didn’t do one on her despite going out with her for a lunch/teabreak (read: t-lunch) date. Weii! I didn’t want so many other guys to envy me for going out with you, hence the delay. Forgive me, ya?

I admit I was late (once again) for my date with Jezlyn. But it turns out she was later. Doesn’t really matter – she looked great when I met her. Somehow, she looked 18 again… and I looked 26. I do dress like an Ah Pek at times, and I’m pretty sure my students would agree with me. (but the old man effect is good for cheating candy/lollipops from kids!!)

Basically, it was just a normal date. I will keep the juicy details to myself! Bwahahaha. The details like how sweet her smile was, how sexy her top was, how turned on i was, how innocent we both were… to be continued..

I’m late for meeting Lewis for school. He probably already reached the MRT station. Got to go. I might continue this if someone says anything. Lalala. And yes, I promise photos of RP.

[this post was typed in my handphone, hence the lower caps, and posted here at a later date (yes, i edited the timestamp).. anyways, still applies.]

i hate myself at times, i really do.

scenario:

Bus Pic 2

uh, we’re on the bus. then this really sweet-looking gal who was seating down moved sideways to let an ah pek next to me have the window seat. (er, this shows she’s considerate, too) okay, so i moved in, and suddenly she moved, and there was a brush of legs; though it was more of hers getting brushed to mine (if u don’t get the idea, go back and get Seduction 101 for Dummies, by Wiley and Sons or something). of course, both of us responded, the usual electricity transfer methods, and yes, im a good conductor of that – i do respond. she just kept trying to make eye contact after that until it was so obvious that another (potential) player (?) noticed.

Bus Pic 1

even after reading through the “buaya” handbook multiple times, i still drift from a few strict rules often. why? perhaps i’m not disciplined enough, that’s also probably why i tend to make attempts to corrupt younger gals, err, including those that aren’t exactly legal yet. (you watched Keeping Mum already?)

what really went wrong:
i admit. i hesitated. then just the moment before we alighted, this aunty with a damned cartful of groceries cut in, forcing me to take the front exit, while sweetgal took the rear. and by the time i got down.. i had lost her! bloody hell. what horrid luck. *angry*

okay, so i need rules to live by, lest what happened today happen again. and now i have one less number in my phonebook. so here they are – fellow players, ladies, and everyone else.. feel free to suggest more!:

- never hesitate at ANYTHING.

- appearence is the most important. never assume nobody is checking u out.

- number first, chat later =x

still, i hate myself. arghh.

anyways, off too lunch with jezlyn. *grins*

Green! Yes, green! Look what happaned to my Fujitsu S6240!
It’s no longer the standard Republic Polytechnic issue laptop (or government-issue, for that matter of fact)

Green Laptop 2 Green Laptop 1

Basically, I saw those Schtickers at some website or another.. and well.. They looked simply stunning. Then I digged more and found out that you could paint your own laptop but first you have to sandpaper it, scrub it, soak it in methyl to remove the paint, and crap like that. — Those are serious major Turn-Offs for someone like me. I don’t like messing around without technology as a backup source. Heh.

So, there I went, to the nearest bookstore, and went digging (once again) in the labels section.. and found.. Avery Vinyl Decal Stickers!!! There you go. Everything else was done using my very faithful Epson photo printer (she never runs out of juice whenever I need her).. La la la..

Okay. Finally Derek/greym0nk reminded me today after lunch that my reader-base would drop drastically if I did not update yandao.com as well, all readers love juicy stories. I concur, fortunately. (no, really, you won’t like me when I’m stubborn and won’t buldge at all)

And then he refreshed my memory of what happened the day before; actually less than 24 hours ago – but for conveniences’ sake, let’s just keep it that way. The questions Brenda and Agnes asked (a pity really. I believe Jolynn should have been here yesterday. she *might* know, hence, saving me the trouble. =X) the previous day.

The thing was like this:

Agnes once again, as usual, was starting with her gossip. She asked everyone things. Things which were personal. (I do believe that once you tell her personal things, its no longer personal. It’s what one would call an Open Secret.. like the Gahmen’s pre-election brib.. handouts, thingy.) Then somehow Brenda came along, and they never do fail to start controversies, and of course, as usual, they picked on everyone, and eventually it came to me.

No. I do mind revealing things about myself. I have a whole closet-full of “secrets” to leak.. and so I leaked some, lor. Mum and Dad always said to give and take. So I’m giving some for the good karma that so many self-improvement books talk about. Then came the disturbing question – which I, as a teacher, have absolutely no idea to answer or to… inform them politely that their next year school syllabus would probably cover that (extract from: “I Not Stupid 2″).

CD’s

Brenda: Why condoms got flavour, ah?
Agnes: Ya, lor. No difference right. See they got strawberry, orange, banana.. [list goes on]
Brenda: Then last time I wanted to buy the strawberry one right, [as i thought is sweet], then my cousin say is not for eating.
Me: *laughs uncontrollably*
Brenda: Laugh what?
Agnes: But then condoms are use for u-know-what right. So its not as if you going to eat them – or chew on them.
Me: *laughs – and nods head rapidly again.. wondering if i should tell them.*

[forgive the broken english, please. that’s just an extract from a day-to-day conversation]

No, really. I do pity if she chews them, honestly. Sheesh.

I really considered educating them a little.. as in THEORHETICALLY. Though I wouldn’t mind otherwise… La la la la.. *dreamy*, but I probably thought I would meet them up some weekend, and we’ll see then Right?

Anyways. I regretted not telling them that the flavouring and colouring used on condoms was due to idiots using them to blow balloons and making water bombs which other idiots lick.

Meanwhile. I have a huge To Do List to honour in the last 5 days of my job as a teacher. I will miss the female students, all of them. Even those naughty ones (naughty as in negative behaviour, not horny!)

ToDo List

I’m actually in the midst of typing a guide on how to operate a digital camera. Wow! Amazing, isn’t it? Back to work guys.. back to work.. – oh. wait. Jolynn just shot me dirty looks as she walked by again. Argh.

*…saw her on the pre-morning bus again, today. always happens. no matter how early or late i seem to wake up, i’ll never fail to be on the same bus as her. and always, when i board, she’ll be half-asleep, and stealing glances. she’ll soon fall asleep on her khaki slingbag soon after.. waking up so precisely at the moment after i press the bell to alight. she glances in my direction.. and her glance seems to stay etched inside my head.. ahhh.. and another day has just started…*

No, really. Do you often get the idea that things from your past are trying to do you in?

How about if they always come at a time so precise that they just shoot down your ideas + ambitions just like THAT?
Gawd, I do.. and this probably explains the lack of a proper “life” this weekend, or why there hasn’t been an update this weekend – or maybe why I even bothered starting a book entitled A Hacker Manifesto, by McKenzie Wark. That title does sound corny, doesn’t it.

A Hacker Manifesto

Then, I’ve started feeling all gloomy and down again, probably due to these ideological shootdowns.. and started watching DVDs whenever I can.. So far (this weekend), its The Mechanik, Syriania, End Game, The Myth and a few other movies which were away from the main stream. Yes, I support Independent films. Sometimes, they can be better then the Hollywood crap they always show at your local cinema during the afternoon matinees. Now, that’s scary. Talking about scary, maybe I should just google for a CAM release of Scary Movie 4, heh.

Then, came something fairly unexpected, Joyce asked me out again, and blah, once again I couldn make it. Then someone tried to get my number, and I turned that someone down on grounds that I was unreachable at most of the times, and I would like it to remain that way… and then just 2 hours ago I was so absorbed with a sushi on the morning bus trip that I almost alighted earlier then where I was supposed to. What the…?

MRT

Then came the part where I boarded the train. Somehow, I was even more distracted by more sushi! Dang. Haven’t got laid in a while =X Basically, the train was somewhat empty after the stop in which I boarded. So like everyone rushed in during the next. The nerds got their seats next to other nerds, the cool-lookalikes opted to stand by the glass panels, and then, the older peeps just sat anywhere. Then came this… 40-40-40 thing!! and there was only ONE seat left in my section. She was trying to decide if she could squeeze in. OMG! Thank goodness it wasn’t next to me, and thank goodness there was this extremely appealing JC (probably year 2) gal on my left and some average student on my right. Heh. Lucky me. No, not that I’m discriminating or whatever. Its just a fragment of my memory from the morning… Hmmm…