A couple of days ago, I Googled myself. Just to see what comes up. The top result was my blog with some specific links Google thought most relevant for me.

Oh hi! Happy new year!! *cue confetti* We are about ten days in, how has your 2024 been so far!

2023! What a year it has been and then some! My “Hello 2023!” post seems so hilarious to me right now considering I wrote at length about wanting a safe year

I am turning 32 soon and so I was thinking about my past year which made me put together one of the standard posts on this site – my thoughts around my upcoming age! Can you believe this is the seventh of such post I’m making on this blog!

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

The temperature dips around November, as the sky takes on a monochromatic hue. Often, the sunshine at the end of a raging tempest is touted, or the illusion that are rainbows is promised; foils to the supposed sorrow of the sky.