Planking is a core exercise that involves holding in a position similar to that of push up but with your elbows instead. You're supposed to hold as long as you can. I started shaking at 30th second. It ain't easy.

Sometimes, I jog without wearing socks. I do get blisters and the pain ... uhhhmmm... it soothes the emotional pain. This comic is inspired by real conversation with May, the athletic girl.

There's a catchy meme floating on the Internet and it caught my attention. It is when everything is silent, it comes out. Manifesting uncontrollably.

I used to be a promoter. Therefore, I can give you some good tips in becoming the best drink seller on the planet. It was a sucky job tho.

Mom used to say that food that is not finished will go through our ears at night later. That's the only way not to waste food. Till date, this practice has been applied in my life time as an adult. I can never be so proud.

I don't really care about my fashion sense all this time. I never really had the initiative to dress up nicely for anything. One time I just wore a shirt to a coursemate party. My coursemate asked me to change to a better looking one. I just went along with it. I never stood a chance in winning the course king award anyway.

Bun is kind to me. Hope I didn't scare her too much with my fabulous driving skills. One thing about me is that I may suck a lot at first and even catch up slow. But, once I get the hang of it, I become better and better. That's something I noticed about myself.

Behold! The God of Spoilers! Ethan is always generous in sharing his knowledge on new movies. It's almost as if he doesn't even care if his own safety is threatened along the process of giving out spoilers. What a guy!

I used to eat junk food before a meal. It was a belly-stuffing experience. Didn't even have the appetite for the exotic braised unicorn meat or roasted dragon tongue anymore.

When I first played bowling, it felt like I've just thrown my hopes and dreams down the drain as the bowling ball rolled down the gutter. It was frustrating and I swore on my ancestors' grave that I would never partake in such a soul-crushing game ever again.

Last week, I hanged out with my old friend and we played bowling. (I still do play every now and then when I got tired of the normal outing routine.) He seldom plays bowling and claimed that he is guaranteed to get last place. Feeling compassionate, I gave him some tips on getting the grip right and the body movement of the throw. Needless to say, that's all the kindhearted me can do for a newbie. That should give him some hope in this game. He probably is going to get last place.

He crushed us (there was 4 of us) in the game by successfully making a few strikes. That spiraled us into a deep state of shock and chaos. What is going on?!

Near end of the game, I'd still encouraged him to get the few consequent strikes because after all, I am his mentor and a good friend.


He won the game with a high score of 91.

On another occasion, I was having lunch with my two colleagues. We were the same batch and has the closest relationship compared to other colleagues. Our buddy here, Alvin stated that he'd never played bowling before. This came as a shock to us.

Again, as a good friend, I simply cannot let my friends venture through life without tasting the sweet wine of the bowling game. I gave him some tips on the grip and throwing motion. Again, the mentee surpassed the mentor. He won me several times. Can't really remember how much game we played but he's probably on the higher winning ratio.

That's it guys. The point is. I could be a genius bowling mentor. Please subscribe to my bowling class and change your fate from a drain sweeping bowler to a somewhat normal bowler with potential to score over 100 points.

Little memory facts:
It was over two years since we've last met Ethan. One thing about adulthood is that we're bound by our jobs and busyness of life. Good thing that we still keep in touch.

I am not good at giving advice. I tried.

I saw my friend belly and I had to tease her. It's for her own good. That will trigger her to lose some weight. Or, she will just hate me.

An old friend from my days in uni decided to drop by my area for a meetup. We haven't seen each other for over 2 years. I guess that's life. Once you started working, you will be too occupied to even have time to see each other. Most of us will be tied up by our work at certain places. Just grateful we still keep in touch with each other.

Facebook always have an effect of making one compare his/her own life with someone else's. So, I unfollowed a lot of people. It helps because in the end, knowing how much fun they had didn't really mattered at all.

Once upon a time, I was drinking something in a supermarket and I can't find the trash can. It was then, an evil thought crossed my mind. Of course I didn't do it. But, just maybe ... I am evil inside.

I asked a few of my friends on their opinions when it comes to cheering someone up. Not all is positive.

This is a joke okay... a joke ... or is it?

I always try to seek the best excuses to get away from things.