wet towels

for reasons due to my father’s reproduction between the years 1970 to 1984, i do not have a room in which i can call my own. with that said, i do mind room sharing. however when it is not my room to begin with and the task to maintain it is burdened on you, [...]

his pain

I have been a bad son lately. I have been confessing to the whole world how horrible it is to live with my father. However. I have yet to share with you the real man with whom we share this blessed earth with about the enormity of his heart.
Going about the menial and important [...]

survey

I was one of the subjects during today’s survey.
There were eight of us. 4 men 4 women. Fair and square.
The topic of the survey was which of the following list of public figures that would best represent the Malay community.
Ok perhaps that was an interpretation of the topic.
Maybe it was: which of the [...]

my father and i

Before I go any further, I’d like to state, without hope or agenda that I love my father. Love him dearly. Thus, if at any point in time in this article that I may lead or mislead my readers to believe that I disrespect or show a lack of affection for my father, please [...]

Typical

Typical…
living with one’s parents has its perks. financially the burden is less. one’s mother cooks…
…
well that’s about it.
having lived alone for the past 3 or more years has made living with my parents rather an uncomfortable affair. this is especially so with my father.
for the umpteenth time, i am treated like a [...]