Author: Diyana
The Father of My Child
“ Azman, I want our baby to call me Mak or Mama or Mummy okay?” “ Sure, she will call me Ayah” “ Ayah is…
Because of Pepahat, I forgive you Bani
Our friend Bani is a pain in the ass. One fine day in late May 2007 he launched a mouth watering story of his dining…
Attack of the Ferocious Eating Monster – Me!
I have never felt so hungry in my whole life the way I have been feeling hungry for the past couple of months. In every…
At least there is no tar in my fart!
Was in the big boss’ office discussing a multi million project. 4 out of 7 people there was devouring cancer sticks puff puff puff none…
We came this close to having twins! Phew!!
Ladies and gentlemen, to the many-many people that have been asking Diyanazman the no.1 frequently asked question, I am now ready to answer. First I…
Looking at the glass half full
Malaysians have always been known for our good manners, politeness in communication and our delicate choice of words in speech. Over the weekend I have…
Apple juice are costly these days
We went to Giant in Bandar Puteri Puchong this evening to purchase apple juice. The hypermarket is relatively huge but we have been there a…
The Nasty Green Thing on My Kitchen Shelf
We had been eating out on so many nights for the pass few weeks. I had been coming home late from work and got home…
From Starbucks to Kinrara
Today is diyanazman.com’s four months birthday. So young it is; like an infant just beginning to grow baby teeth and like a Proton beginning to…
A sincere compromise
8.00pm at Mamak’s, sipping sugar laden teh tarik..inhaling nicotine laden smoke from that fat guy’s cancer stick sitting at the next table… So what are…
