The mad fairy…The mad fairy…
Warning: Mad fairy ranting ahead. Please get out of here is you’re not into lunatic nonsense. This article is a by-product of a jittery and screwed up fairy. Consider yourself
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All About Service ProviderAll About Service Provider
Sometimes, men are just like Internet service provider. They provide a roof over your head, decent food on the table, occasional sex when they feel like it and they get
Please don’t steal my pictures…Please don’t steal my pictures…
Dear all, I may not put watermarks in my pictures, but that does not mean you can use my pictures without my permission. My blog is meant for sharing, but
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,
When the boss is an idiot…When the boss is an idiot…
I was talking to my father a couple of days ago, and he was complaining that his boss is such an asshole, and he felt like retiring early. He told
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,
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
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’,
Tick tock tick tock…Tick tock tick tock…
Tick tock, tick tock, the clock is ticking, snickering at me, and I can hear an evil witch’s cackling in the background from a dark forest somewhere, awaiting me with