The loss of a handphone. The hope of a new life. I love change when life is not going as great as I know it can go.
I'm "vegetarian", and I'm catholic. To my friends, a "vegetarian catcholic" is an oxymoron, and more often than not, a moron as well. I ate chicken in Taiwan. Call me from now onwards not vegetarian, but a "vegetable-lover".
When Jamie Teo went under the hypnotist's spell, it wasn't just having her under control that was so erotic. It was her use of English too!
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; I hate to die, but I must, I must.
"A consistent routine lets me enjoy life more." Presently taking a personality test, and I am stuck at this question; consistent routine is not something I actively look for, neither is it something I actively avoid. I like the predictability of routine in certain situations, especially when the rest of my life is in chaos.... Continue Reading →