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 prime minister and
I [...]

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 [...]