One of the things that plagues my insomniac nights is my personality. Some of the adjectives that have been used to describe me, things I had repressed to the depths of my memories buzz at my ears, an invisible fly I can’t quite swat away.

A common thread I’ve noticed over the past decade on dating apps, matrimony sites, and the likes is that bar a handful, every single guy I talked to lacked long-term goals.

I’m okay with flying, in fact, even slight turbulences from clouds and rain doesn’t really bother me. What I really don’t like is take-off and landing. I’ll tell you why.

Karma is really White people’s culture right now, isn’t it? And if you ask me there’s no bigger measure (or indication, if you will) of this then the way there is now “Instant Karma” – as if Karma is McDonald’s and you have a drive through version to load up on.

Sometime ago, I saw this quote/ tweet that said to get a “it will do” version when starting a site, a book, a portfolio, or anything else at all in life.

I was a very meek child. Hid behind my dad’s legs, had my mum wave to me from our flat when I went to the shop that was literally on the first floor of our apartment, made myself scarce by finding an empty room and hiding there during gatherings.

Very recently, I had a bit of a meltdown. I felt stuck in life, I felt like I wasn’t where I wanted to be, and I felt like everything I was doing was just… wrong.

Anddd another pandemic year has flown by just like that! I don't know if it's all the vaccines, the virus starting to admit defeat, human resilience and adaptability, or perhaps human indifference at this point

Anddd another pandemic year has flown by just like that! I don't know if it's all the vaccines, the virus starting to admit defeat, human resilience and adaptability, or perhaps human indifference at this point

31 folks! I am THIRTY. ONE. It feels sooo foreign to say. Much like my earlier posts, I don’t know if this dissonance comes from how I simply don’t look like I’m in my thirties.