March 22nd, 2014 Ah, Fitria. Outside my own family, here is someone whom I've known the longest (we met at our first day of elementary school) When I drew my River of Life, my relationship line with her was almost as long as my own lifeline. We've known each other for 22 years. It's impossible … Continue reading Living Memories →

Somehow my A.J. Jacobs book "The Year of Living Biblically" has made it under a stack of Islamic prayer books on my mom's reading corner. Poor, privacy-averse mother. I guess she thinks I'm reading something that closely resembles a Bible and wanted to save me from eternal damnation, which clearly outweighs the sin of going through … Continue reading Eternal Damnation →

I was bulimic in the past. Didn't really see what the big deal was. Actually the first person I told responded with "Look, I know some girls who does that too..." Then he went on to try to persuade me to stop. I've never been to a support group or anything, so I wouldn't know … Continue reading Sensible Subjects →

Being a guest in someone's home is very tricky, especially if they're not actually here with you. It adds a touch of edge to doing every little thing. Should I use the soap bar or liquid? Is it OK to turn on the TV? Oh no, it's all static. Do I put it back to … Continue reading Guest Notes →