Dancing on the table…Dancing on the table…
Most of you should probably know by now that I’m rather known for my fiery and serious articles. My big bro Calvin used to tell people that sometimes, my writing
Category: A Penny For Your Thoughts
The purpose of writing…The purpose of writing…
I couldn’t sleep again. I woke up in the middle of the night after having a sleep paralysis, and I wasn’t too comfortable to go back to bed once again,
Coupon Heaven: Coupon ChiefCoupon Heaven: Coupon Chief
I’m not quite a fan of buying things online. Seriously. I’ll be very honest with you on that. I thought that sometimes, items are somewhat expensive, and I often wonder
Help Me. I am lost. Find me. I want to go home.Help Me. I am lost. Find me. I want to go home.
Those who are not pet owners could never understand how it feels like to loose a pet, but I do, because I am a pet owner as well. I own
Dear JohnDear John
Dear John is usually a letter is written to a husband or a lover to inform him that a relationship is over, usually because the author has found another lover.
Ubuntu Linux: Malaysians are so Buntu!Ubuntu Linux: Malaysians are so Buntu!
Bloody hell, sometimes, people are just so goddamn brilliant that I feel like slapping and kicking their ass to oblivion. I am not in my best mood lately, and I
Pictures can be very deceivingPictures can be very deceiving
A picture can paint a thousand words, while a thousand words may not necessarily works the same way. But then again, does pictures portrays the truth? In this modern era
Why do people treat us like a bimbo?Why do people treat us like a bimbo?
Indeed, why? Why do people treat us like a bimbo? Well, women, friends and foes alike are going to bash me for this, but I still have to state my
Alice in Wonderland…Alice in Wonderland…
I was in Wonderland. The same place where Alice of Alice in Wonderland went to. Or well… it’s not really Wonderland, but I was in Midvalley Megamall on business two
Freelancer=Jobless+Not Working?Freelancer=Jobless+Not Working?
I daresay that my math teachers would hang themselves out of disappointment and frustrations if they happened to stumble upon my ‘algebra equation’. Pardon me for the rather queer ‘formula’,