I remember it was summer of 2003 when I created my first blog. I did it out of the need to channel my inner Hulk who gets infuriated at life's slightest inconveniences into something rather creative. Then I got through that teenage angst phase and became mature (surprisingly). Started…

Perhaps I have not made it very obvious but I've said this before: I am addicted to boots —even if it is something I know I cannot wear regularly here in the tropics. Anyway, I finally got my very first Dr. Martens!  Hands down to the coolest, sickest, and most badass shoes I've e…

I don't remember the last time I wrote something serious.  And I think this post will be serious. And long. And unrelatable. And boring.  And... anyway.  Let me start this with our daily scuffle:

I am silently panicking. I never thought I'd experience a heartbreak far worse than a break up.

I grew up in an era where the concept of Wishlist  did not exist. In those days, whenever there was an "exchange gifts" during Christmas parties, the giver carried the burden of gift-giving—one that I carried ever since I started high school.