human in singapore
After four years of sidequesting, I stumbled back to where I left off.
Oh, wow. I actually have this.
The pursuit of a seemingly better place often leads to discontent.
We all have many fucks to give but I’m sure we’re giving it to the wrong things.
Getting retrenched isn’t a nice feeling but I have a plan to make good of the situation
Where do you find the joy of writing?
Is this what middle age feels like?