Shang's mornings are like a Shakespearean tragedy with less eloquence and more coffee spills. If there were an Olympic event for waking up, they’d finish in the ‘not even close’ category.

Each post feels like a therapy session gone rogue on a caffeine high. It's as if they're trying to decode the enigma of life, one coffee cup at a time.

Their relationship with food is so intense it could be a Netflix docuseries titled 'Culinary Confessions of a Hungry Heart.' You can practically hear the pizza calling their name.

Every deep thought shared is like a rollercoaster ride through a funhouse mirror of their mind. Frights, delights, and a lingering uncertainty about where the exit is.