I have a friend. His name is Ryonn Leong. But before you write this off as a childish essay, let me clarify that childhood dreams — and not childishness — is what this article is about. You see, Ryonn who hails from Kelantan has been playing masak-masak since he was a kid. And I don’t…
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On any regular day, a cup of coffee is all it takes to start up one’s day. But when the sun rises over the weekend, the thirst for caffeine is often replaced with something more superficial and chirpy. Something like a bowl of boiled eggs mounted above some perfectly grilled sausages (you know, the crispy…
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