lorlilorsor.comthe awesome place where kang kang talks alot alot of nonsense.

But I’ve never felt more stupid and incompetent in my life.

Tomorrow.

The war begins.

Saw that the very very very very very hawt ah lian was in the library again.

I wonder if she noticed that I’ve been bio-ing her. But no lah, being the very very skilled peeker I am, I know I haven’t been obvious.

She and her friends were inside this discussion room and me and Dragon were sitting outside. Dragon went to fill water leaving me alone at the table.

Then the ah lian got out of the discussion room.

To come and sit right opposite me.

It scared the utter daylights out of my poor soul. I sat there like a pathetic little boy staring so hard at my notes I swear I thought they were going to catch fire. Did not dare to look up at all.

Why I so hum ji?!

Discussion room is such a comfy place to be in. Come out for what? Somemore got many so seats why come and sit opposite me?!

Indicator of interest?!

Okay maybe I’m cheating myself. Maybe she’s just showing her ah lian colours and just wanted to scare me.

But actually I think she’s a very nice person despite her super chao ah lian facade lah.

Like me lo, look very dao and mean, but actually I have hot blood boiling inside okay!

Muahahahahaha.

Maybe we’re alike.

Maybe some day we’d really come to know each other.

Maybe.

Just maybe

“Hi, excuse me, do you mind taking care of our stuff for us?”

*Looks up*

*Electrified*

“Yeah erm sure. But er I’m leaving soon, you guys be long?”

“Nah, just going for a puff”

HootZ!

Smoker sia.

And she’s DAMN DAMN HAWT.

But really very ah lian.

If during my AES days, someone actually came to tell me that one day I’ll be frickin’ camping in NUS to study through the night, I would say he’s crazy.

I haven’t slept in the last 24 hours.

It’s bedtime.

Balakam!

I was sitting through the last Fluid Mechanics lecture and observing how enthusiastic my peers were, scribbling notes, asking each other questions, nodding to themselves in understanding.

The less action baby ones were listening intently, brows crossed, eyes fixated in front.

And what was I doing? Trying to appreciate what was being taught, pencil in hands, paper ready, blindly copying what was being shown on the transparency.

And deep down inside, I just wished the lecture would end immediately.

I don’t enjoy my modules. Now, I know most of my peers won’t actually like the modules either, but I really really can’t put my heart into being a good engineering student.

I’ve tried.

I stay in school till the library closes almost every day since I don’t know when, to force myself to study, to force myself to like my modules.

Try as I may, I simply don’t give a damn why Reynold’s number being more than or less than 2300 makes it turbulent or laminar and the properties of water in those states.

Like2smell always likes to scream at me…

“Where’s your passion?!”

I guess I can only say it’s not in engineering. I’m study with brute force, sheer brainpower, of which I don’t have much, to make things worse.

I read business books for leisure. My languages are alright. I’d probably be happier in Arts or in Business.

In part due to babes of course, but I digress.

My friends have also commented more than once.

“I really don’t know why you chose Engin.”

And now, nearing examinations, the effects of that not-very-wise choice is very much magnified. And it’s too late for anything to be done about it anyway.

So I’m just grumbling.

Still, at the end of it all, I just can’t help but reflect upon this question again and again.

“Wtf am I doing in Engin?”

*At CBLC being kan chiong trying to catch up on last minute revision before quiz*

Flower appears. Shades. Hippy wear. Tube.

And another. Jeans. Jacket. Decent type.

*Goes for lunch*

*Spots the lead from Hero for a Day Part One from afar!!*

*Sibeh excited*

*Sits down near her table*

And realizes both the flowers in the morning eating at the same table as her.

*Q-ing at where else but ‘The Land of Many Many Flowers”, the Arts Canteen*

*Flower 1 ahead*

*Flower 2 comes from behind me*

*Flower 1 and Flower 2 start chatting happily with poor Kang Kang stuck in the middle*

*Kang Kang courteously smiles to Flower 2 behind and offers her his place so that the two Flowers can chat in peace*

*Flower 2 acts demure and acts embarrassed and talks very not-softly to Flower 1 “ni kan lah!!!! nong wo paiseh…”*

*Kang Kang is amused*

*Spots Flower 3 hovering in front of the stall, trying to peek to see what’s inside. Is again amused by the kind of organisms that breed on this side of NUS*

It is Kang Kang’s turn.

“Auntie, waffle liang3 ge4, yi ge peanut, yi ge gosong!!”

*Flower three looks damn stunned and turns toward Kang Kang in amazement*

*Kang Kang is scared and wonders what in the world is going on*

“Errm.. Hello, excuse me, you ordered waffles? What other flavours are there ah?”

Ah ha, she was impressed by my profound knowledge of waffles!

*Kang Kang puffs up his nearly non-existent chest and confidently replies*

“Got chocolate, peanut and jam!”

“Wah………….. How you know?!”

*Kang Kang is taken aback*

*Wanted to say “I thought everybody know?!” but one must never treat flowers rudely*

“Ermm… There, can see mah”

*Points inside the stall*

“Where? Where? Got meh? Tip-toes and hops and tries damn hard to look into the stall and in the process, leans too close to Kang Kang for comfort*

Not that I mind though.

Bwahahahahahahaha.

*Tries to help*

“Ermm.. There, see? The containers there… That one is jam, that one is peanut, that one is chocolate…”

“Oh okay! Thank you!”

*Skips happily all the way to the back to join the queue*

Arts is such a different place.