Feminist Me is the answer a female friend gave as we argued about who were stronger between men and women. The answer was, and always will be, women.
I have those incessant colds which won’t let you prosper. You know those that are as stubborn as a one night stand gone wrong. You brought a girl home after a night of debauchery and the next morning you find her awake, staring at you saying how innocent and cute you look when you sleep. […]
I honestly have nothing solid to write about this week. I wanted to write a small story on my first time voting and call it “My First Time Voting” but I thought against it. It sounds like those compositions we wrote after school holidays in primary school, and this is a blog, not a composition […]
I arrive the Supreme Court at 7am. I am in a suit I have only worn once before, with my dad’s thick tie. Please get your mind out of the gutter; this is not a story about an arraignment in court. I am the first to arrive in their IT department. The walls magnificently stand […]
Back in 2010, fresh out of primary reeking of good morals and knee-high socks, I went to become a man (which I think is a very archaic way to put it because losing a bit of skin doesn’t mean shit if you still live at your parents’ and ask for airtime cash). Anyway, I was […]
Life isn’t getting any easier, not with a blog people didn’t expect. You see, on first look, I may come off as a dumb, impatient poker-faced chap that doesn’t talk anything else apart from hip hop or ass, in that order. It’s that superficial part I show to people before I get to know them […]