the gift
Was it an alarm? Or the fire drill? No, that was years ago. It took awhile before I realized the emptiness of the room without the …
Was it an alarm? Or the fire drill? No, that was years ago. It took awhile before I realized the emptiness of the room without the …
felt like sharing this one. quite aware that the handwriting is horrid. it’s not usually this bad when I’m not trying to scribble on a tiny …
British television can be used as an effective mirror on the natives themselves. They are an opinionated lot, high on democracy and the freedom of …
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“Where’s the nasi lemak?” she asked. We were standing outside Little Fusion, a tidy little asian restaurant for students. I held back back a smirk …
“Stop chewing everyone can hear you.” she hisses quietly to her side, that is, me. My mouth abruptly stops, and attempt to grind the chips …
I’m not going to pretend that I know anything about the economics of the print media, what more its online reincarnation, so if you have …
I spend… eh, about half of my time in the room. Sometimes when I’m bored, I go crazy and do random stuff like this: Most of the …
Debates and discussion are things which in the past few years I’ve realized are of little value. It seems the most prominent advocates in either sides …
Pearl and Janet hurdled outside the store, tucking their arms into their jacket pockets against the cold. “Not getting fried chicken stench on my hair,” …