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

dark soul was back in singapore so we met up for a bout of ultimate duo-luo ness.

cigarettes, beer, cuttlefish and peas, at a kopitiam.. how much more duo luo canyou get?

“we should go and set up one SDLA. singapore duo luo association.”

“go and die lah so unsophisticated. english then english chinese then chinese. we should call it xin jia po duo luo hui guan.”

“whatever.”

they are all intrigued at why i am single. and desperate.

i was like hello wtf??

in what way do i seem like i’m despo?? godpapa says i always post on my blog until very despo like that.

i am NOT lor!!

i just have a keener appreciation for beauty.. the creation of mother nature.. that is not being despo!

the table near us looked at us like quite curiously. they must be wondering what these young punks were doing at a kopitiam drinking beer.

i hit a new high. 6 cigarettes and 1 bottle of beer in like 2 hours.

i wonder where my threshold lies.

“more to come, boy. more to come.” dark soul says evilly.

p.s. the above-depicted scenario is not a typical one in kang kang’s life. any implied likelihood is purely your own imagination.

i wanted to post everything tonight.

but i’m fuckin’ sleepy and i got class at nine am tomorrow.

so g’nite.

just know that a trebuchet is something like a siege weapon in medieval times. attendance was compulsory anyway for all mechanical engin year 2s, so the engineers decided to be kei zua abit this time round and joined the competition!

i kinda regretted not taking pictures of the wooden planks before doing anything but here’s the skeleton of our trebuchet.

and this is what it looked like after mounting the wheels.

then we had to go ahead to test the weapon…

with water balloons!

’tis our friendly neighbour..

the flying tiger team! got tail one! damn hilarious.

stupid mark spoiling the picture.

the night before the competition, the folks with cars went out to buy dinner for us. godzilla kept complaining because to buy my sugar cane juice, his car kena 4 birdshit.

one birdshit.

two birdshit.three birdshit. four birdshit. actually i think there were five. but let’s not tell him.

it’s judgement day; but where the hell was i looking?

prof seah is damn funny.

my eye candy took this picture for us.. she’s the reason why the flying tiger team is our “friendly neighbour”, by the way

splat! getting ready for action. the stupid towel costs $5.90. godzilla buy stuff never see price tag one.

the flying tiger and the wastepaper basket.

i find this quite picturesque.

firers watch your front!! all siam!!

take aim…!

3…

2…

1…

go!

cock up!! all sibeh kan jiong spider trying to fix the error…

all set and ready to go again.

firers watch your front!

fire!! all look damn stressed.

okay lah we didn’t manage to hit the professor at all because during testing we only cared about the distance and not the accuracy of the trebuchet. not like we really give a damn lah lol.

and it’s time for the final picture before the destruction of our beloved trebuchet. we were left with no choice because we can’t keep it because we don’t live in palaces with unlimited amounts of space for storage.

everyone takes turn to hurl the hammer at the trebuchet.
it’s damn sturdy and we all couldn’t do it lo.

until it came godzilla’s turn..

but instead of destroying the trebuchet.. the trebuchet destroyed the hammer.

the fucker still got the cheek to pose and laugh.

so.

before all the memories fade into oblivion and all the pictures in my phone start becoming a shadow of the past of which i do not remember anything about, i hereby declare tonight:

brain-diarrhoea-night.