Did I mention I hate titles?

Did I also mention , hate karaokes?

..Alright maybe not that extreme , just that I've never been a fan of it. So being cordially invited by Miss Ding *COUGH* , I just had to go . I mean how could I turn down the offer of an all expenses trip? Or as she would put it

"Go or I'll chop of you dick and make bak kut teh" .. Somewhere along that line lah.

So it was more of me wanting to keep my genitals rather then a free session. But really its funny how karaoke reminds me very much about a bunch of Vietnamese having their intestines violently hooked up through their throat.
..

Well it sounded similar. I guess. I swear the captain was about to come in and ask

"Excuse me but, What was that noise? Did something die in here?"

Alright maybe not that bad , because Miss Ding sang like..


an angel..














..With a toad up her butt.



Thankfully , she's not an avid reader of my blog or she'd kill me when she reads any of this especially the way I adressed her as . Oh well. The other thing that pushed me to the verge of tearing out my ears with my own bares hands and then shoving it up my butt was the fact that there were so many Westlife tracks.

..Westlife is so gay that, when I heard their song 3 times . I was about to cuddle with the guy nearest to me. But it was fun in its own way..

..I guess.