yandao.com - Memoirs of a player wannabe

Ok guys, in case you haven’t noticed the uber-short previous post, its probably due to the fact I’ve implemented a feature called mobile blogging. Well, and that basically means that I can crap from any corner of the world with my Nokia 9500.

Another decision I’ve made is to HOST ANYONE FOR FREE. Yes, I’ll host anyone who e-mails me with a url of their current blog. Blog must look decent of course, though kinky blogs are very welcome. No bandwidth restriction, no space restriction as long as you keep your videos to youtube or metacafe and don’t go crazy sharing mp3′s. I’m fine with it. MySQL provided, PHP, Perl, and the works. Think: Unix-based servers.

Workload at school sucks. I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. Shouldn’t have got so involved in crap. But hey, I learn. Its a pity I don’t learn such matters quickly… but Buaya Handbook 2nd Edition 23rd Reprint Chapter 4 Paragraph 16 says that “all buayas should do it their way”… Sooo…

As the topic said, not-so-great luck this week.

Got to know someone who seems really “untouchable”, even though she’s not exactly very hot. Resembles someone from my past, hmm. Problem is that she’s responding badly. My kung-fu standard drop meh?

…and then there’s someone else, too.

[posted roughly 1 week later as im down with the flu+cough+crap & still am. =x] 

Well, we had promises of great sleeping areas such as air-conditioned rooms with mattress(es), blankets and pillows… but somehow, arrangements were changed. We got to sleep on some very hard wooden coolie beds – with our own sleeping bags!!

It probably looked like some kind of mass orgie, though.

Putting all that crap aside, I did learn something out of this camp, rather, alot of things.

1. The most effective buaya is always the most silent one. Let’s just call him A. A remains quiet, staying in the team/crowd, and then, somehow, A gets to know everyone (you know what everyone means. _not_ literal.). A gets to get their numbers, too. What the hell, and we didn’t even know what A was doing.

2. Assholes make good leaders. Paikia’s makes better. Self-explanatory. I don’t like some people, obviously.

3. Friends Some Friends are people who cover each others’ asses just for the sake of doing it.

4. A team with a somewhat sexy, but unfortunately not so attractive leader is never really going to get anywhere, as her voice never lasts a complete shout. Lol. Probably too much moaning the previous week. Heh.

Okay, in conclusion, there is no conclusion. Why? I’ve been dragging this post on for so long in which I don’t exactly remember what my original rantings/thoughts were… and no, I didn’t get in. Probably due to my not so friendly feelings about Bangladeshi people, and my team in charge was an Indian…who probably took offence. wtf.

Nobody should expect anything serious out of yandao.com, after all it’s just ONE of Kelvin’s many many perceptions about life (and for those in the same class as me, we probably learnt that perceptions are *VERY* prone to errors), thus, Roti Pratas shall be the focus for today.

Actually, i found a definition by a primary school website (created by the MOE) which states that:

Roti prata is a well-known pancake that is widely available in many eateries of Singapore….

But I didn’t see the point in comparinga local delicacy with an Ang Moh Pancake. Why the heck must the Gahmen compare everything to Ang Moh’s ah? (definition of Ang Moh HERE [link to clip from mrbrown show]) Are we not good enough? I know that we’re not as big size as them, but.. but.. but.. =x

Nevertheless, Joyce pulled me out yesterday, and my initial responce was:

And then I (or we) found that…

cost $2.50 at Suntec. Look how pathetic it is compared to the size of a 50 cent coin. Since when did reputable hawkers sell 2 pieces (or is it 3? Joyce ate the pratas so fast, I also not sure) at that size for the price of much more? I told you our tax money we paid to the Gahmen was put to good use, and you all don’t belief always.

So, we decided to keep walking after lunch, since my mum always said walking was good after food. But what the hell. Then we found these push cart stores which sold Dragon’s Beard Candy (Long Xu Tang) and decided to grab some. Joyce, as random as she already was, decided to get kachang puteh (assorted nuts wrapped in paper cones) consisting of green peas. Ew. You see lah:

Yes, I do know. Green peas aren’t exactly digestable if one eats them while walking, but, but, but. Okay, they suck. I’m taking my stand. Pffffft. Oh, and yes, then I attempted to eat the Dragon’s Beard Candy, but I think the photos look fugly, so no – I’m not gonna pretend that I know how to eat a delicacy made for the Emperor of China 99999 years ago.

Back to the horribly overpriced situation locally. *Shakes head*

I bought a tie, 2 shirts, and a jeans (plus some accessories, but those cost peanuts, so never mind.) and I’m proud to annouce, the tie looks very uncle-ish. I’m gonna look late 20′s again, but this time covered in Topman and Levis’. BWAHAHAHA.

Somehow, under light, it the semi-floral/whatever pattern shines! Woohoo. Like those kinda hidden shiny things. But the white and grey stripes still looks quite Uncle-ish. Jezlyn was right, I’m very old already. She’s 18, im 19. =X Then, that makes me older than Joyce also.

In conclusion,

The house believes that the Gahmen must do something about Singapore being overpriced. (er, I didn’t make it for debate training. so, here’s impromptu training)

The last 3 days in my life were one of the most stupid ones I’ve ever spent. No, really! Why? This camp had a very stupid theme to begin with, and I was grouped with half a bunch of not-so-bright people who kept chain smoking as if cigarettes were free of charge. Nevertheless, my ranting is probably due to the fact that…

…My tow huay refuses to get cold. Even after HALF AN HOUR in the freezer. What the hell.

Anyways, back to the topic. Firstly, this group I had was also semi-paikia style, and it was in those Mat-paikia style. Meaning they talk things talk halfway, and then give stupid ideas. So, we came out with this errr, thing, for our team’s slogan:

Yes, its some kind of waist band, which has an lobsided “8″ (we were team which looks like two balls. But nevertheless, we had this crappy catchy slogan:

“More Birds, More Luck”. I do know its derived from that Visa advertisment where stupid Richard Gere frees 10,000 birds instead of buying 4 more birds..

And there was this GAY helper from our team which I tagged PurpleGay. He does look gay right? For further gays out there who wants his e-mail, tell me. Yah?

Wait wait. Let me acquire more pics first. I’m sure I can find more crap to talk on. Lalalal~

You know, I do believe that school’s give holiday not to give the students a break, but to give the facilitators some time-off to draw leech some cash off the school. That’s fine with me, but do they really have to pack holidays with sooo much activities and crap?

Out of 14 days of holiday only 10 are weekdays.. and out of 10 weekdays, 6 are taken up by camps. So that leaves me with 4. Then, 2 are taken up by workshop, and 1 by a barbeque. Effectively, I’m left with 1 day of holiday. Yay. How much happier could I be!

Still, it’s time for some random photos my Nokia 9500 caught!

Figure #1: Bad lighting makes people look… errr. Scary.

Figure #2: They say greed drives a person. I agree.

Figure #3: Spot the ORGASMIC FACE!

Wait, I don’t wanna blow all the crazy crap I have in 1 post. Heh.

Anyways, lemme test out some new features I added into yandao.com.. such as the poll below? (can u guys see it?)

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