When things gets out of hand…When things gets out of hand…
What do you do when things gets out of hand, and you desperately need to get them back on track? As of late, I’ve been worrying about a lot of
What do you do when things gets out of hand, and you desperately need to get them back on track? As of late, I’ve been worrying about a lot of
Now, please get your head out of the gutter. What I really want to say is let’s make love, not war. I know it’s really hard… especially with the corrupt
I never really did consider myself a blogger. I prefer to be known as an author, a writer and a reporter. Because if being a blogger means that you write
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,
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’,
It’s been months…months since I had recurring nightmares. It faded for a while, but the peacefulness of the night sleep that I’ve been getting for a week or two did
I wasn’t in my best of health these few days. Down with fever and flu, sneezing like nobody’s business, and to add cherry on top of the damn ice cream,
I changed so much over the years since I finished high school. I dare to bet that my high school friends can tell me to my face that they do
I changed so much over the years since I finished high school. I dare to bet that my high school friends can tell me to my face that they do
I changed so much over the years since I finished high school. I dare to bet that my high school friends can tell me to my face that they do