Why do you constantly sing boyband songs?  Why can't you just shut the f... okay!

Singing is one of my most favorite things to do.  I can release my emotions and exercise my voice at the same time.  And since I'm not that good, I sing boyband songs.  In my opinion, boyband songs do not require a lot of talent to sing.  The lyrics are simple and all you really need is that soft, high-pitched, gay-like voice.  And since I can change my voice to sound like "O-Town", I like to sing their songs.  

I only have two singing problems...  The first problem is that I cannot do vibrato naturally.  I can't really vibrate my voice like so many of the talented singers out there.  But I'm practicing at least 30 minutes a day so I'll get it down eventually.  I know definitely that it all comes from the diaphragm.

My second problem is that I can't go as high as Justin Timberlake.  My voice cracks and dies out as soon as sing one of his high notes.  I usually just pinch my nose and sing as high and hard as I can in order to hit those notes.  They work sometimes.  Too bad this is something I can't change since I can't make my voice go any higher.

The "DK Jiggy" is my dance.  It consists of wild dance moves and takes about 20 minutes to peform.  I did it at Club Fahrenheit during my after-prom and my friends really liked it.  From that point on, I've gone to add more moves to it.

Here are some of the moves I have in my repertoire.  The "Moon-Walk", the "Ass Wiggle", "The Robot", "The Crazy Robot", "The Human Wave", "The Will Smith", and more.  I'm going to borrow my friend's digital camera one day and get it all down.  I'll have a tutorial soon too!

Yeah, that's actually a frequently asked question.  "What's with all the dancing, you fruit?"  I usually respond with a battle move or a moon-walk outta there.  

But to answer the question, I just simply love to dance.  I like to move my body to the beat.  And when there are no beats, I just like to wiggle in order to make people laugh.  Breaking a move out without warning is always, ALWAYS a great mood-lightener.  Its also a great way to break the ice or just to make people smile.  

I do it to my teachers a lot and some of them really enjoy it.  One actually said, "Teach me how to do that!".  I just told her to stick out your ass and wiggle it.  And she did!  It was funny and she actually wanted to learn and see more from me in the future.  However, there are other teacher who just simply look at me weird.

I have relatively large calves for my size.  I've been told that they look like "tumors" and "tupperware that got stuck in my legs".  I have also been told that my calves are big, but useless.  And amongst my friends, its the biceps and pecs that count. 

However, my sweet calves are anything but useless.  They provide with great "ups" and hangtime.  I'm only 5'8 and I can already clap a basketball into the hoop.  Although I don't usually score when I try to clap, its the feeling that I can hit the backboard with my palm that makes me feel better than I would with a standard layup.  My calves also provide me with good endurance.  I can run a slow 6 miles with ease and beat out a lot of the slower players on the basketball court just by running around real quick.

Here's how I got my calves to the size that they are today.  It all begin around the 6th grade (about 6 years ago) when I had a mini-basketball hoop in my house.  I used to play it everyday until the neighbors below us got pissed off at me.  They got sick and tired of hearing the jumping noises I made and the thumps from dribbling the mini-basketball.  So one day, they threatened to call the police if I didn't stop.  So from that day on, I would play tippy-toed.  I got accustomed to it real quick and started to walk around the house like that.  So basically, my calves were being worked out everytime I moved.  That went on everyday for 6 years and eventually, I began to notice them.

I never knew that my calves were big till 2000 in track team.  The entire team had slim legs while I had "tumors".  I was able to make my calves dance (just as one would be able to make his pecs dance) and with growing attention, the questions began.  "What the hell is wrong with your calves?"  "Why are they so big?"  "You're nasty David."  That's not really a question, but it became a trademark statement after each of my trademark dances.