Personal Stories

Do you ever experience this, like me? Occasionally I catch a whiff of a smell that doesn’t really “exist.”

Why do I say it doesn’t exist? Because

Memoir in London from 1970 to 1978

A personal story of effort, chance, and the unseen hand of destiny in my London years.

by Johnny (with Clara, AI co-author)

Introduction — My View of Fate

My

The trip was supposed to end after two full days of indulgence — a carefully planned food journey, complete with chefs, seasonal ingredients, and every detail accounted for.

Everyone packed up and left on schedule.

Except me.

On impulse, I

Behind the house stood a jackfruit tree so heavy with fruit that it littered the ground with leaves. Nobody really bothered to eat the fruit, and I often thought of cutting it down. But then I noticed the bite marks

Long before Red Hat came onto the scene, before graphical installers and bootable ISOs, I installed Slackware Linux the real way — one floppy at a time.

• 📥 Downloaded the full install set over a 14.4k modem
• 💾 Wrote out

On September 30, 2025, I got a chance to tell a 5-minute story on MOTH StorySLAM. When the dust of the storytelling event has settled, I thought that the story of how I told my story is a MOTH-worthy story

*Disclaimer: Before I start anything I’m just going to point out that this is my OWN experience from when I first discovered this field and my very first blog ever, apologies for the bad writing in advance 😣

Everyone is

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been overly inquisitive. Some kids collect baseball cards; I collected questions. Why do

On July 7th exactly, I published an article here about how ideal it is

Kata mereka, ayah adalah cinta pertama bagi anak perempuannya.
Tapi bagiku, tidak. Ayah adalah luka pertama anak perempuannya.

Aku lahir sebagai anak tengah. Di atasku ada seorang kakak laki-laki, dan di bawahku seorang adik perempuan. Kami bertiga dibesarkan oleh seorang