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

me is probably not a very easy person to get along with.

it’s probably best just to be a mere acquaintance because i seem to have flaws that appear when i care too much for someone.

and apparently, frequently, because i am so damn ineloquent and inarticulate, i express concern in such a fucked up way that is domineering and causes disturbance for the intended party.

i was slapped with an accusation that was almost exactly identical to that which i was slapped with about 3.5 years ago.

2 accusations could probably either mean that i was accused for a total of 2 times, or that i was in the wrong for those 2 times.

upon reflection, i believe it is the latter.

hence, i shall once again learn to embrace the fact that i generally don’t get along well with human beings and should distance myself once a certain proximity is reached, and most importantly, to mind my own business and let people do whatever they want because i have no right to interfere at all.

concern is not an excuse!

great.

i lost my fourth water bottle in about a week.

an unsuspecting person might think i’m attempting a bottle-losing-marathon stunt. i think if i carry on with this bottle-losing streak i might become the next iceman.

the difference is in that iceman loses nalgene bottles.

mind-boggling.

anyway i lost the bottle when i was running for the bus.

i suspect my bag has a bottle-shooting mechanism in it.

why else does my bottle always seem to fly out of my bag?

maybe it hates mineral water bottles.

might be time to get a new one for good.

this year’s inter faculty games so late.

business is damn strong this year. last year we had 5 ivp players and they had like 3.

the number of ivp players generally shouldn’t be too big an issue, but when you match a 7-ivp-players-team with one that has zero, as in the case of this year, i guess all we can do is “try our best”.

so ya we lost.

tio tok somemore. 42 to 60 plus.

i jokingly commented that last year we were 1st…

this year got second..

then maybe next year we’ll be third. and in my fourth year, we’ll be fourth!

and then i nearly got killed by the rest of the team.

i am such a fucked up engineer.

i flunked the maths mid term test.

spectacularly.

and the average score was like 70.

i know i hate studying, but still, i despise myself for being soooo sucky at it.

here’s the sequel to the post about the fate of my bottles.

so how many days did the polar bottle last?

well, 2.5 days.

i left it in the lt.

aiyo.

the engineers were feeling damn sianz after friday’s lecture so we went to dragon gate at vivo for a hearty feast for lunch.

a welcome deviation from the techno edge a.k.a the engin canteen.

someone’s missing on the right.

and now someone’s missing on the left.

okay lah the photographer shall not shua the poor pang seh king anymore.

and then we decided to do the patent-pending camera stunt we invented during the trebuchet competition again.

the godfather gets to sit down first.

one engineer.

2 engineers.

3 engineers

4 engineers.

5 engineers.

and 6 engineers!

i think onlookers must have thought we were all going our separate ways, judging from the way we seem so enthu about taking pictures.

and then we got creative again and reversed the order of the pics and added one more at the end, which gives it a totally different effect.

6!

4!

3!

2!

1!

…..

okay very inauspicious.

let us all appear again!

poor rav4.

she’s falling sick now.

i must have passed my illness to her.

so ke lian.

sometimes i can’t help but think i’m quite artsy fartsy.

i think i have some literary talent in me.

don’t laugh!

heard of “flags of our fathers”?

i actually came up with a parody entitled “fates of my bottles”.

life was tragic and i lost my yellow adidas bottle few days ago..

so for the first time in a long while, i began to use a new bottle.. a stupid minute maid bottle i kopped form home..

my stupid cough is still not recovering so in a rambotic attempt to get some warm water by intelligently mixing cold water with hot water at perk point, i ended up with a…

bottle that doesn’t look like a bottle anymore.

and that’s literally hours of ownership.

so yesterday i kopped another mineral water bottle from home and it very luckily survived the first day of being my bottle.

today me and sunny yan were being stupid during lecture break and throwing my bottle at each other with him demonstrating his polo prowess and me chooting my bball power.

damn zai.

then i asked him to throw the bottle towards my hand which was stretching out from my back so i could perform a gosu behind the back catch.

but then the idiot go and throw so hard i had to siam and it landed into the drain.

….

sianz.

today i bought a polar mineral water to use as water bottle.

how long will this last?

biao mei, we’re famous!

http://www.campusobserver.org/2007/March/01/ihg/06.html

okay we’re obviously not the protaganists but whatever.

the yellow adidas bottle was one of the last things the auditor gave to me.

through countless bball sessions,mugging sessions and normal drinking days.

i’ve left it behind in the lt after lectures no less than 3 times, but i always manage to chiong back and get it back.

i always thought losing the bottle was going to signify something.

yesterday i left it behind in the lt again. fortunately, i still managed to get it back.

and then on the very same night, i finally lost it.

i couldn’t find it again.

i think i dropped it on the fucking bus.

i should have run to the interchange to find it back, but i didn’t.

suddenly i feel quite stupid getting so upset over a stupid bottle that probably costs less than 10 bucks.

they’re so happy now.

and she probably doesn’t even read my blog anymore.

that’s why i’m being so blatant.

“a ghost of the past.”

i think that’s an apt description of what i really am to her right now.

maybe it’s time to move on.

oh wait, i think i’ve said that many times before.

they say, things are easier said than done.

i mean really.

how?

how to forget?

maybe…

it really is time to move on.