The problem with inner beauty is that it’s usually hidden under several layers of outer ugly.

A failed power adaptor, a dead hard drive (with lost data) and another burnt adaptor: You’ve had a bad week if you’re my computer.

“I have way too much food in my house. If you want to come over and help me finish it, …”

It has been noticed that when humming tunes that are rhythm heavy, I involuntarily tend to beatbox along with the notes. Intriguing.

A friend of mine stumbled upon an incomplete draft of my (fake) book beside the bed, and she really really really liked it. Yay!

“You there, Indian boy! Are you from India or are you from Pakistan?”