when home is such a fictitious concept, being a regular at a café somewhere is one important anchor to have.

After finishing my work and catching up on my feeds, I read up that some of the software I learned with (and wrote about) profited shitty people. it sucks, again.

i wonder if we can quantify how much the movie and tv show industry has helped global literacy by not caring for audio mixing whatsoever and forcing everyone to read subtitles.

Getting an earthquake alert and still freezing, knowing how to react but being completely stuck yet again. I’m not sure how to break through that.

There’s nothing that gets me flirting with death more than playing ball with the uncles by 33c 80% humidity. An always good reminder that my cardio needs work.

it feels like this site will stay alive as long as I keep redesigning the homepage every few weeks or so.

still undefeated feeling to wake up early and listen to the birds after failing to go out late into the night.

it’s quite offensive how jet lag sometimes waits for a week to just slap you in the back of the neck.

I’m sad my balcony plants didn’t make it during the month I was out. Turns out heavy heat and typhoon season weren’t kind to them. It’s one of the thing that sucks with not being home all the time.

I missed 八方雲集 so much.

feeling the passenger behind you fighting the bad in-flight entertainment screen is weirdly calming.

decided to try and emulate the very inspiring notes from pretend typewriter, let’s see where this goes