Back to Blogspot.

Sorry guys, but I’ve decided to switch back to blogger.

 WordPress isn’t working too well for me because of its lack of customization options.

See you back again at www.d0g0h0lic.blogspot.com!

Weird Al Yankovic

Hilarious stuff!

Remix

 

This guy is crazy! Hahahaha there’s more!

White and Nerdy

(Ridin’ Dirty)

Like A Surgeon

(Like A Virgin)

Hazel

Isn’t she the sweetest thing on earth? (:

Genting Trip

I was looking at the coach tickets and thinking happily to myself about the much-anticipated little getaway to Genting Highlands when it suddenly hit me.

I WILL BE MISSING VJ’S CAROLLING SESSIONS!!!

Since I won’t be back till the night of Christmas eve, I can only pop by Raffles Hotel on Christmas day itself for the reunion. Oh maaaaaaaan! But I guess it’s better than not meeting the choir at all.

I really miss singing with them.

I wonder if the roller coaster that the four of us took is still there.

Why Zilch Rocks.

Past and Present

Why is it now so difficult to click on your msn nickname to start a conversation?

It used to be such a natural thing to do in the past. Such a natural thing to talk to you.

I guess I really don’t have the courage to do it anymore.

Merry EX-mas!

If reading my blog makes you angry, please do yourself a favour and stay away.

Because resorting to angry rebuttals on your blog is only going to make your blood pressure rise like nobody’s business, not mine.

A high BP won’t be good because your heart might not be able to take the load and you wouldn’t want to go into a cardiac arrest while doing your solo parts. Your ego will not allow that.

I wonder how you will hold a christmas concert without any form of carolling (since they are too boring for you) but I wish you all the best still. Hopefully it’s a sellout, because only then will it satisfy that big appetite of your ego.

Merry Christmas!

I love sales.

$15 steal. Hehehehe.

I think I would.

 But would you?

Without The End.

I thought I was strong.

But when those unspoken words stare right back at me…

I crumble into pieces all over again.

That’s when I realise …