Frugal oyster sauce and crabstick pastaFrugal oyster sauce and crabstick pasta
This is going to look a little weird. To some, it might be weird, because not many would cook spaghetti this way. The mad fairy is on her evil witch
Category: Down The Memory Lane
Sharing IS CaringSharing IS Caring
Scheduled entry I bet most of you are probably pretty annoyed with me by now for putting too much advertisement and reviews up here in my blog while I’m away
For the first time…For the first time…
Scheduled entry. (I’m away at the moment) Last week, I went out with my big brother and big sister. It was really fun, and I really enjoyed it. Bought so
Do you remember who was your first?Do you remember who was your first?
Do you remember who was your first? I am not sure if any of you out remembered who was your first. But I do. I remembered the first few people
A blast @ iTalk Whoa LaunchingA blast @ iTalk Whoa Launching
As I was saying in my earlier entry, I was attending iTalk Whoa launching at Borneo Rainforest, Sunway. It was a hell of a party, and I really had fun
Someone bought me a thong!Someone bought me a thong!
I don’t intend to write something like this. No…never. It’s not like me to write something like this. But I can no longer keep it a secret. What secret? Well,
Cecilia Ahern Books Review & Ebooks GiveawaysCecilia Ahern Books Review & Ebooks Giveaways
As of late, smallkucing and Manglish have been taunting me to the max. One keep tempting me to go to Book Access and get some books for myself to read
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
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
Time may have changed us…Time may have changed us…
Time is a funny thing. It may change us to the extend we could no longer recognize ourselves, and yet, sometimes, certain things remained the same. Before I write further,