Remembering teachers…Remembering teachers…
While most of you… especially Malaysian bloggers are busy having delirious tweeting, fb-ing as well as doing some live blogging on Thomas Cup and Uber Cup, please, excuse me out
While most of you… especially Malaysian bloggers are busy having delirious tweeting, fb-ing as well as doing some live blogging on Thomas Cup and Uber Cup, please, excuse me out
 This article is inspired by loads of whores in my life. Dating from school, to my adult years. Credits ought to be given to them, and not to me.
 This is not a paid post, but rather something that I’d like to share with you bookworms out there. If you are a blogger and enjoy reviewing books, you
Mother’s Day Special. I am not designed to be a good mother. I guess, I never would be, because I’m not the sort of mother who would coddle her child
I’ve been curling up with a few good books as of late. Smallkucing and Manglish recommended this book, entitled My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult. More or less, I knew
 I attended an event last Sunday in conjunction of the Press Freedom Day, but I took no pictures because it was a forum/discussion for practicing and non-practicing journalists, and
 I’m back, I guess, from a not so long MIA, and you read it right. I’ve earned my annual bragging rights. Manglish posted up his bragging the other day,
This… have a look at this. It’s something that I learned while I was writing away today. Cleffairy: The moral here is, folks, it is all right not to be
This… have a look at this. It’s something that I learned while I was writing away today. Cleffairy: The moral here is, folks, it is all right not to be
This… have a look at this. It’s something that I learned while I was writing away today. Cleffairy: The moral here is, folks, it is all right not to be