I am a nice guy!

And in contrast, Ken is not!

This is prove proof (Nabeh JY, happy now?).

And the article was just on my Yahoo! front page. I'm not some despo or some shit like that.

Or am I?

I am a hopeless romantic. There was this stupid birthdate shit I took which states that I wish that I'll have a love life like in a fairytale. This is shamefully true.

It's not like I don't know this kinda fairytale shit can never happen.

I just...

Real life sucks, huh?

And I swear my emoness has gone up. Is this pandEMOnium?

Emo.

Imma David Choi!

I'm gonna be a YouTube sensation! Phear me! Muahahaha.

Moi

Him

Distance..

Caught a glimpse of you with my eyes

All I see, a butterfly

Then this familiar feeling came by

Was it a joke, was it a lie?

Did the whiskey get me high?

Should I try or say goodbye?

Does it matter if try?

Will tears flow even if i cry?



Sometimes things really seems so near... yet so far


























































OMFG IM EMO!

Been thinking...

Judging from the fact that Mr Tay's blog has so much suspense and drama, I figured I should go all emo in the virtual world, while being a fucker in the real life, just like Mr Tay himself (No offence there shenny =X).

First I have this new emo-looking banner.

Now, time to emosify myself.

After analyzing Mr Tay's blog, I found out that to really make ourselves emo, we must insult humans.

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Humans. Why do we even exist? Why do we have feelings that no other creatures on earth feel?

The pain.

The sorrow.

The immense sadness, as we sit at a corner, thinking about our pitiful lives.

The feeling of a thousand needles, stabbed so mercilessly into our buttholes.

Yet we can't let it all out.

Can't we even shit in peace?

F#CK YOU CONSTIPATION!

Humans are so stupid. We eat, just to shit it all out in the end. And sometimes, it's just not worth eating. Things are never worth it anyway. Sometimes they stay, and we suffer, constipating, sitting on the toilet bowl, grinding our teeth. We even express our feelings through various Ughs and Aghs. But no, nothing ever happens. And to make it worse, these things we call "Mother" will freaking lecture us about not eating vegetables.

Vegetables. I hate them. They are so full of themselves. Thinking they will help us past motion. Screw you. Screw all of you! I hope you reincarnate as humans, and go through the same suffering as I had.

And hell, if it's not constipation, its diarrhoea. Things just never go the way you want them to be. And this "Mother" will again nag you for eating unhealthy food.

IF IT'S SO UNHEALTHY, WHY CAN WE EAT IT?

Seriously, why should we bother eating at all?

Humans contradict themselves. Earning salary to pay for food, yet let all the food out.

God is playing a practical joke on us all.


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Damn it. I can't pull off an emo blog. Tips anyone?

By the way, lame jokes!

A: Have you heard of the show called "Constipated"?
B: No.
A: Don't worry, it hasn't start yet.


A: How about this show "Diarrhoea"?
B: No
A: Oh, it's still running.

Rest In Peace..

One of my hamsters, Harry Plopper, passed away while I was in Melbourne =(.

My parents never told me!

It was sick for two weeks and then it died ='(.

=( =(.

I'm such a terrible owner.

Oh well, hope it had a good life.

At least Spiderpig's still alive.

Rest in peace little guy!