When I started dating Azman I was 19 years old. When we went out for eating, the waiters sometimes addressed me as Kak out of courtesy and respect and I used to like playing annoyed with such salutation. Last week we had McD and the teeny weeny cashier girl asked “Kak, would you like to [...]

Azman asks which section in the newspaper that I read everyday. He thinks I am turning stupid. If I do not know why Alan Curbishley is so happy, that doesn’t make me stupid. If I don’t know who is Alan Curbishley I am still not stupid. I can be called stupid when I am the [...]

If what they say is true; we are what we eat then I must be a chicken. The amalgamations of the body tissues that build my 168cm tall 50kg weight frame (I’ll get to the weight part nanti) are supported by chicken protein. I think if I can put together all the food I have [...]