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

Actually.

Maybe, I shouldn’t have been so affected that I couldn’t sleep almost throughout the night.

And I went to bed at 3.30.

Being the pig I am, insomnia is a big deal I guess.

Afterall, if she’s happy, I’m happy.

I think.

I hope.

I hope she’s happy.

Really.

Isn’t that why we said goodbye in the first place?

Yeah.

So I shouldn’t be upset afterall.

3rd grand uncle just passed away yesterday.

Cancer.

Awful.

Fast.

They told us he had 3 more months to live.

Hit us like a bullet train.

Life is short.

Live it.

Live it happily.

Without regrets.

At least.

As little as possible.

Lol.

I don’t really know how to put this.

It’s not often that my emotions actually have a physical effect on me.

My hands are shaking.

But I’m not cold.

Okay maybe I am. But that’s not the point.

I’m shaking.

This has to come some day.

It’s just either me or she.

It’s she.

Three years.

A year and a half ago we said goodbye.

I’m a sucker.

I’m still wearing the same watch.

Using the same bottle.

And the same bag.

Even though she’s moved on.

I should too.

But it feels quite shitty.

Am I not supposed to be the bastard who initiated it?

But I can’t.

Dammit I can’t.

I caught a glimpse of a piece of press release the other day.

Google was going to start up some new ecommerce site I think.

And from the name of the site, I’m quite sure there’s no Singaporean in the production team, or else he should have strongly rejected the idea.

I mean…

Which self-respecting Singaporean would not be adverse to the notion of naming a start-up….

GBuy?!

“Papa, die liao leh…”

“Why leh?”

“I just calculated and realized my results really damn jia lat. Confirm graduate with no honours one.”

“Er? You say like that I also don’t understand. Honours is how big?”

“Honours is the stupid reason why I have to study four damn years.”

“Don’t have Honours very jia lat ah.”

“Dunno leh. But very sianz lah.”

“Hahahaha. Do your best lah. Cannot never mind lah. Maybe you zhu ding come and follow your father be car dealer. Ha ha ha.”

“…..”

Sometimes, despite his strict and stern demeanour, my papa is really quite funny. Behind his business-man mask, is actually pretty much a kid just like every single one of us.

Yesterday, he went for this running competition organized by the Singapore Vehicle Trade Association and came in 8th.

He was so very very very very very very very very very very very very very very happy!

Like a kid like that.

He was literally beaming and showing me the certificate and medal. I believe he’s not won something like this in a long long time.

Suddenly, I felt like I was the father and him, the son.

Truth be told, it was really very very rare, to see my father this happy, so I got very influenced as well

He makes it a point to stress that “aiyah actually it’s nothing much lah… but dunno why very shiok leh… this stupid, worthless piece of metal how much only.. but win liao really very shiok leh.”

In a very off-hand manner, I commented that this “stupid, worthless” piece of metal somehow managed to make him more happy than one of those $10,000 days. He thought about it for 3 seconds and agreed whole-heartedly.

And we both laughed at the irony of it all.

And this further affirmed the belief that some things, money really cannot buy.

Wow it’s been six days since the exams ended!

No wonder they say time flies when you’re having fun.

Might have noticed the lack of pictures for a long long time. My stupid bluetooth in my beloved Acer was down so I couldn’t send in pics from my Motorola.

I finally got it fixed 2 days before the exams and now my pathetically miniscule phone is exploding from photos-overload.

I’m sure Motorola feels lighter today.

Every picture tells a story. This is a very outdated one about the demise of the beloved Arts Canteen, The Deck. Let’s observe a minute of silence for this place and remind ourselves of these fond memories; of yong tau foo, of waffles, of disgusting teriyaki chicken, of welcome relief after mugging, of talk kok sessions, of chio-bu-viewing sessions.

And this picture, is of the last meal I had in The Old Deck. Chicken chop with cheese fries with mashed potatoes with fried egg and iced milo, which I had with the engineers and bm.

You’ll be missed, Mr Deck.

On the bright side, however, arts girls will start coming over to our territory to eat! Common sense might dictate that half of the arts population might decide to go over to business canteen to eat, but I think business food sucks so much that more than 65% would come over to engin.

Engineers have a psychotic tendency to steal my phone to secretly take pictures of me when I’m not looking. Want to take a nap also cannot take in peace.

I think I look like Ku Klux Klan.

Ta ma de.

The face behind like2smell!

Hee hee.

Check out da water bottles! Bizzare leh?! We are engineers and magicians.

I couldn’t resist taking a picture of this.

BIAO MEI BONELESS CHICKEN RICE!

Wahahaha bm so funny!

Cool cool Jag. I realize it isn’t very nice to put up a pic of a car complete witht the number plate but aiyah, I’m saying your car is nice, not crticising it, so you won’t mind ba.

Damn majestic.

In the background is my papa and our Crown, which sad to say, looks kind of puny beside this beast.

This is my help sheet for Fluid Mechanics. Actually, it’s just a pathetic piece of paper. About thirty minutes before the paper, one whole bunch of stupid engineers were scurrying to and fro the photo copy machine, cutting and pasting; literally, scraps of paper, in a last desperate attempt to beef up our helpsheets.

Alas, it proved no use at all, and I am still going to die for Fluids.

I am so going to die tomorrow.

My blood is so going to spill all over my Fluid Mechanics paper. True, my blood has almost bled dry already for the past few papers, but tomorrow, not a drop shall remain.

Despite being super weak academically, I spent almost the whole of today slacking and surfing net and playing fowl words and watching you-tube and two thousand other things I shouldn’t be doing.

Usually, I’ll be like the only one slacking and seeing the rest of the engineers pia-ing their assess off I’ll feel damn guilty and hold my horses.

Alas, today, sitting beside me, was the one and only, as-playful-as me de PUI!

Die.

By first law of slackism, playful plus playful = very very playful.

Sibeh jia lat.

But neh mind.

TOMORROW.

The dark clouds shall part, and the sun shall shine brightly once more.

Tomorrow: After final papers = KFC and Happy Feet at Vivo City!
Wednesday: After work = Go to my beloved plaza to collect my reserved book and borrow like siao.
Thursday: After work = Go Borders to be a geek!
Friday: After work = Gai gai and gia gia with bm!
Saturday: Bball with WST and 163 outing!
Sunday: Bball with WST and gai gai with the Auditor!

I can’t think of Fluid Mechanics anymore.

Bm says I “everyday also want to play.”

Such true words.

Die.