Asians pwn at the game arcade.

Wah, he damn li hai.

CHO-PLUNK!


at least. i think its chopin. can someone tell me if i'm wrong?

It could be chai-coss-key. ok nvm. excuse my lame-ass jokes.

On Shirts and Love.

I've blogged about loads of stuff now.

Mostly about how shit life can be and about silly things in my life.

But I've yet to blog about love.

Actually, I don't know a lot about it. Everyone would say 'oh everyone knows about that kind of stuff. You meet someone you like and hey presto! there's love!'

But there's more to it than that for me.

See, I've always felt that finding love is like finding the right shirt.

There are many kinds of shirts out there.

Bright Red ones, with danger emblazoned over them, dull grey ones made of the softest cotton, Silk shirts which can only be drycleaned.

Thousands of materials, a million ways to sew the right fit, mainstream brands or tailored....

It depends on your kind of liking.

But you can only choose one.

You can only wear one.

I want a shirt that's comfortable, yet showy.

That feels like the softest silk, yet warm in cold times.

That's low maintenance, even if I tear it, or chuck it in the washer.

That has the best cutting in the world to make me feel like I'm slimmer.

That is solely made for ME.

That, to me, is the best shirt in the world.

And that, is purely why I have so few shirts. :)

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