A poem.

Poem.

An ongoing battle so many folks fight.

Hi this is one of my favorite short story I wrote last year. Its about a homeless boy named Timmy whom I helped in a great way in my story. Don’t hesitate to read. Please enjoy.

Dont go to your neighbors door without calling!

[draw-matization] What would you like Grandma to put in your tacos?

It took me forever to write this.

The frustrations of an extremely slow laptop last week almost brought me to screaming pitch, so I went out and bought a new desktop. What a difference.

My Muslim colleagues are back from their Hari Raya holidays.
One of them, whom I addressed as Abang Ros (elder brother Ros), will always bring us some of their festive delicacies, the whole set is named "Kueh Raya".

Why is it that when I want to lose weight for a holiday I seem to need the occasional binge?