Achievements.

When i woke up this morning, i gathered a severely intense dream which revolved around…

Twelve.

The last month of the year sees two entries – like the last ditch bask in a year full of recovery and panic.

On Pipe dreams, & the Habits we bear.

Writing this since i found a place to blog, that didn’t need to ask my login twenty times and…

So you went and moved houses. (Again).

What The ExpatPrimer?

• We need to understand that…

2–0–2–1

Lunar New Year.

2–0x–2–1

So it’s the twenty-first, of the twenty first.

Twenty years after, in the Year of the Lord.

One shakeshack dog shy of a sunday.

At sunset, the proverbial Sunday outing from tea-time to supper, becomes a more variable expedition of tastes than the…

Life, is not a tea kettle.

(This is more a story, not a boiling over of what’s been written.)

Newsletter №1.

So, this feature in medium had allowed me the reach out to more people — or less.

happy 2 0 2 1!

The thing about-names.

“Let me explain!….” is a favourite of all movies, when the bad boyfriend explains something that the girlfriend found “odd”, and is about to blow her top and scream at him.