I remember it was my first year in high school, 13 years old, moved from KL to Shah Alam, where I had to part ways with a bunch of wonderful classmates of Jalan Kuantan primary school in KL, to the unknowns of Shah Alam, a school which name is arguably the longest in Malaysia – Sekolah...

[ad] As always, reunions are a fun thing. Obviously I wished it turns out like those typical American stereotypical movies, however, I take a knock of reality to my head, that tells me this is Malaysia. Whatever, it was a blast from the past. I brought Mel along for this one. There were a...

[ad] Yes. I’ve experienced first hand. It was one evening during class, I think it was Art’s class, the last subject before the end of session. Our class were “floating”, in the sense that we do not have any permanent room, but float around to an empty room available...