yandao.com - Memoirs of a player wannabe

(post written from my mobile blogging module, hence the lack of capitalisation and probably loads of spelling errors =x)

i happened to chance by this group of 6 girls on the mrt get on from a stop near the one i got on. no, i don’t know them – nor do i wish to..wait, give me a chance to describe their appearence first, lah!

well, they looked around sec 2 or 3, gigglish, and blurred, and not yet discovering the miracles of contact lenses – that’s normal. but covered in cheaply designed (pasar malam?) clothes which bore loads of skin on themselves? i would say that’s quite common nowadays.

my only complaint is that they look like out of the 7th month skit which was playing outside the nearby chinese temple; real heavy eye shadow, excessive red cheeks, and auntie-red lipstick only makes things errr, more.. undesirable. for a few moments i thought pandas escaped =x

yes, yes – i know, its not a crime for them to be vain, but to do it at such a age, whereby looks aren’t even developed yet, nor not having understood the naughty what’s-what, only succeeds at scribbling "bimbo ah lian" all over them, and yes, the more i look at them, the more i feel they’re wannabes…

maybe as someone (whose mindset) is approaching the late 20’s, i’m considered conservative by that remark… but seriously, no, i’m anything but that hor – my friends know my kinkiness! =x

oh, wow. they just approached a guy. who looks like another wannabe beng. *sighs* there goes the generation after mine – gold hair, cheap clothes, tasteless come-on’s, and premature sexy wannabes. riiight. okay. back to my sleep in the mrt train..

la la la la~ i’m turkwa!

Edit @ 7.56pm: Oh, I bumped into them at least 3 times while walking with ZX and SOP in Far East Plaza, and of course, I told them about my disgust. Amazingly – they agreed with me.

Oh, and Singapore Dreaming’s a *REALLY* good show – though the part where "Pa" tries to ask "Ma" for sex was abit… Distasteful. No, actually, VERY distasteful. It probably revoles around simple common everyday situations Singaporeans get stuck in, complete with nagging of parents, and the reality of money. Even Toto winnings and club memberships (as in, country clubs – not the other kind which I, er, stopped going for a while.)

I am going to poke Bak Chor and Spicy Mee for forgetting to document on digital film our first Tur Kwa IG outing! Pfffft.

Pfffft. Finally, I’ve decided to deviate from my usual, uhm, style of writing, since Lafina told me that I’m a bad, bad guy, and that I wouldn’t become an angel in a corner of heaven with her. 

So, I decided to talk less about sushi, and rather, more about other interesting things, since my lovely gal also told me that we should go have raw sashimi someday. Today’s agenda, as stated in the topic, would be How to open any lock, (almost)

Well, basically, we use a method called the Bump Key, which involves taking a hammer to a modified (filed down or specially cut) key. Yes, we can open any lock in which the key fits! 

Yes, yes, yes. How do we go about that? Lets take a look at the youtube video, heh.

As usual, Kelvin can never resist such fun. Oh, and yes, these stuff was introduced to me by QS, aka Zhenguang (in the shoutbox). So we went together the northern part Singapore to several locksmiths, to see who actually had an electronic key cutter.. Unfortunately, none of them had one, so we had to do manual duplicates, with extra cuts..

The top one is my original key, the bottom is the duplicate.. Notice the "teeth"!

Problem was, I think I hit it a little too hard, because I was distracted by Lafina’s very sweet incoming sms, I think, and oops. My key broke, but still, I managed to turn the lock halfway to unlock it… So its a successful-failed experiment. (and no, I’m not going to tell you what the SMS said =x)

Now, anyone wants to get any lock opened, too? 

Oh, and btw, peanut butter is addictive. Stay away from it. I finished a whole jug.

OMG. I have just been upgraded to the status of a Tur Kua 学长 (Xue Zhang – meaning, student leader). Once again, Tur Kwa, means Pig Liver, and this was probably derived from my Mr Brown Tur Kwa T-shirt which I wore on the last day of the security workshop…

It seems now I have a new nickname on OH! {SOPH} @ http://oh-sophia.livejournal.com/ and http://www.zx-precious.blogspot.com

Oh, and they're both linked now! =)

Okay. Whoa. It's always like that, whenever I've thought of something interesting to write; the server decides to kill one of its hard disks by commiting sewer-side. Not good, it probably knows I'm a bad, bad person.

..but at long last, almost everything's back online, and those who need subdomain hosts, yes, I still do that

Anyways, today's the 8th of September, (current time's 2.09am). So, basically, it marks the second month of me, and Lafina. Hey. That two months was fast, wasn't it? Yet again, it felt like more than two months to me… Sooo – mixed perspectives, depending on how one would rather look at it. Einstein's Theory of Relativity. Heh. It actually is quite interesting how almost all of my previous relationships had the dates on the first few days of the second week of each month, probably some tendency?

With that said, and without self-proclaimation, I present to you.. http://KelvinAndLafina.com - which is a 2nd month gift to Lafina, from me, of course, given approximately 2 hours and 9 minutes ago, and after giving her, then people like Zixin, Serene, Ashikin, and Fredrik, gets to see it This is called EXCLUSIVENESS, lor! – come on, it's designed to melt LAFINA, and only here, though. The other gals who actually stumbled upon it should go find other handsome guys – this one taken already. *shakes head*

Once again, let me put some light-heartedness into this blog… Sooo.. TRIVIA TIME!

Guess the places and win DVD with latest movies. Bwahahah~:
(click on the photos to enlarge them)

Does this look like a museum to you?

Uhh.. Worms? or tentacles?

All roads lead here.. Where?

This belongs to a famous stall.. Where?

Hmmm.. Guess where, then click the comments button below and try answering!

Getting back into topic. Yes, I know that site was sweet (of course it was, its made by ME). Lafina tried her best to stay online after i showed her the site, but probably got chased off to bed, so we had a short burst of messages – the content, quite expected…;)

Edit @ Sept 8, 12.40pm: Okay, she explained it [the below]to me, but it would have been much better had she explained it right from the beginning. The dangers of halfway communication.. Duh.

Then came the part where she had to cancel our meeting on Sunday due to her mum asking her to go somewhere. and shift it to Tuesday. (and yes, I know, its beyond her control, the very least to be said. Maybe she doesn't have enough guts to retaliate, but nevermind, I won't blame her for that). I tried hinting, about the promise which said around the lines that she'll MAKE AN EFFORT to at the very least ASK her mum first, rather then just freaking assume everything. She thought I meant that she promised to go out on Sunday, then send back long sms denying it. OK lor. It's late at night already. Maybe she's tired, and accidentially forget everything. Nevermind, let me be angel for a while.

Ooops. I realise, in 3 weeks of the holiday, we only met once so far – so much for spending more time during the holidays… but then, she has to work, so once again, I cannot blame her Isn't really her fault, is it? And I shouldn't pull up a comparision, also not very fair when there isn't any ground to compare with…

Wow. Tuesday. Weekday. I'm so looking forward to that.. but then comes the half-day part. Drama's going to take the other half, and she has to be home by 5pm. So, it leaves me with a few moments, just like what I've declared on the other site – I treasure a few moments. Woohoo! But its okay, kinda used to it actually already, and besides, we've also talked about this already, but talking does not mean any action is taken, still.

Compare this: We can go to the MP (member of parliament) for all we want, but he will still insist the the Mee Siam store must put Hum inside their dish.

Disappointment sets in. Then she asked me, in these exact words, "No worries darling, I just have to be home by 5pm..Is it ok with u?". Sheesh. How should I intepret this? I can take 3 ways out:

1. ONE – Wow. You're stating the very obvious. I already know you can't spend the morning with me. Can you please, don't rub it in?
2. TWO – She doesn't really catch the ball? Or doesn't really remember? Or doesn't dare to take any action?
3. THREE – Darling feels bad about not spending time, hence the "is it ok with u"? to check if I'm affected.

I'd rather believe the 3rd option.

But seriously, how do you expect me to tell you that I'm really expecting more? And that I'm expecting to go out with you just for a day? When was the last time we actually went out? One month ago? *sighs* I go out with, say, loads of people more than that.

Can't you seriously push everything else aside just for one day? It's not like you don't know how to say "NO", when you said it to me this afternoon, and i laughed it off. Have you ever thought I was laughing it off because I didn't want you to feel bad? Or did you just take it forgranted?

I continued messaging, of course, asking if she felt bad. Die die also don't want to give me straight answer. All I want is a "yes" or "no", and I can settle the rest already. You mean you also learning from me, to laugh things off? Not bad leh. It's as good as jumping down the edge of a 100m cliff, smiling, thinking fall down won't die one, but without realising that when i jumped down another cliff, it was only 1m high.

Why keep on the pretense, huh? I know you can officially act well, but bloody hell, I can act better. Doesn't mean I'm off the record for acting, means you're the best actor.

Now I'm feeling so freaking guilty for just trying to ask you out. Wow. Amazing hur? But still, its acceptable for someone who has short-term memory, selective prioritization (who to say "NO" to), lack of courage to ask (even after support from me and ideas? and the promise to do so?). Can lah. Acceptable reasoning. My fault.

Bottom line: I don't care if the world's stopping two people from meeting, but if there's no effort made at all by one of them, the other can go jump down from that 100m cliff.

Bottom line #2: I'm becoming a very direct person, because, hints, either get misintepreted, or don't come through.. nor do I have a car, to pick you up from the corner of Singapore, nor do I have the money, to buy you dinner at an expensive restaurant twice a week.