Was waiting for my mum at her office one day and I saw a nice bottle by her table. It was the Starbucks bottle and there it was... Citrus Crush as the label.

Astonished I asked my mum, and she said it was her colleague which left it there. It was only then that I knew that Starbucks Coffee sells juices in bottle! Call me kampung, but its true.

When you thought the trauma of the incident is over and everything will be alright. But you never know when the memory of the trauma is back to haunt you all over again. You wanted to run, wanted to escape. But all availble is only silent crying and tremble. You wished that soneone would understand but was reluctant to talk about the fear. Who would understand? Praying is all I can do.

Everyone has a curiosity bug in them. Sometimes curiosity is good in terms of getting more information or expanding knowledge of oneself. But when it comes to curiosity about other thing which is not related to themselves, NOSY it is! But why do each and everyone have a curious side in them? Why do each person wants to know something which may not even be related to them?