yandao.com - Memoirs of a player wannabe

*Sighs* One must know that it is never a simple task to start a post on yandao.com with a discouraging sigh…

Well, one must also know that a sigh could be a sign of disappointment or joy. Have YOU ever heard someone sigh in happiness or relief? Heh. Ok, ok. I shall not twist words, let me get to the point, we both know that beating around the bush will get us no where, that was why yandao.com was created in the first place, NOT to go in loops!

Actually, obscurity is good. It keeps those who has no understanding of what double-meaning phrases and sentences are, and it keeps this post short and sweet and without obvious rantings, like Animal Farm by George Orwell. It’s a children’s story book, right?

One - My “brother” (inverted commas, as well, in my perception, we’re something like godbrothers), Matt, has a drastic sushi craving. He desires to eat sushi so much that he has gone away from mainstream sushi and has decided to go for sushi made with raw (smelly) fish from a few posts back. It’s somewhat amazing what hungry people can do, don’t you think? One’s desires can so easily be manipulated… Luckily I am near immunity! Wahahaha. I should have never introduced him to “wasabi”, now he likes it so much that he *NEEDS* sushi. *grins*

Two - I’ve actually learnt something these few days; Never, ever, have a sudden change in your sushi taste at a sushi house. You will probably just build up a bad name for yourself.. Why? For the very reason that a faithful (okay, how about loyal?) sushi fanatic does NOT change his taste often, and when he does, it’s usually the sushi that goes out of taste, NOT him.

Three - If one is starting out with sushi, he should try out as many as possible, and not fall for a particular taste. Falling for a particular taste will just make him stick solely to it, and not explore other possibilities. This way, he would be what we call a “hopelessly romantic” sushi lover. Yes, I made this mistake many times, and have no idea how many times I will repeat this… Ahhhh…

Sooo, Kelvin is no longer *that* confused now. More rants coming right up… La la la la..
(Oh, and yes, you guys heard that “No More Birds, Da” MP3 clip from mrbrown.com? - go hear it. That tune is forever stuck in my head, and forever probably means for this whole week…)

Wait, wait, wait! I, myself, Kelvin, wired, am very confused already.

It seems I’ve not only failed to confused others, I’ve confused myself, too.
No, really. This is yet one of the weekends where I’m so very confused.. and one where I don’t think I’ll be having alot of dinners. *yes, pun intended*

Give me some time to sort my own thoughts out, before I can even sort yandao.com out.

Is it Kelvin that is confused? Or is wired confused? Or both?

(..that’s probably Mixed Feelings in French, if I got the spelling right) 

*Shakes head vigorously* Yes, yes, I’m learning French, just because it seems like a romantic language which one could use to display one’s intelligence. After all, intelligence is sexy (yes, it is confirmed, at least 4 females told me that). No, actually, I’m not after everything for that agenda, life has to have more meaning than that.

What the hell, I just realized one of my Malay contacts (NOT friends) this morning slipped some species of a flying ant onto my tee and left it stuck there. Let me get it off, first. Ok. Done. I swear I will stab him in the back if we were in a civil unrest zone and we are the only two remaining survivors. Bloody contacts - friends are better.

What is more meaning, really? I always thought that more meaning reflected a new challenge in life each day - maybe like when one so happens to come across someone else in a public domain of opposite gender, who seems so attractive, that he tries to get her number.. Or give her his, for that matter of fact. A challenge could also mean going around messing with people, playing with their feelings, and dropping them like a brick while feigning ignorance about why they are so damned hurt after everything. (Uh, I probably used to have a rep for that in the past – good thing its somewhat cleared now.)

More than once, I have seriously contemplated changing my own manifesto, the way I think, they way I approach people, the way I do everything, basically, but it is not that simple as one might even imagine. Habits, social vices, and et cetra, all plays a part to one’s behaviour. I’m really so used to using methods some would only known was ever used on TV, being the extravagant person who didn’t seem real, getting their peers’ interest so much that they would do anything I asked of them (okay, almost anything – don’t think sideways, pfft).

Ahh.. I’ll probably just let things go the way they’re supposed to…