Visiting Tangqi for Mid-Autumn Festival
Musings on missing out.
Maybe Singapore Changi truly is the nicest airport in the world. That's like saying yours is the nicest circle of hell: true as it may be, you're still in hell, and no one really wants to be there.
Living out my dreams of social media stardom in Thailand.
Anyone who knows me knows that I can't resist a good period drama, especially one with a fun female lead. Phryne (that's pronounced fran-ee) Fisher, slutty lady detective (I think that's her official title) is probably my favorite, and I asked my cousin if she knew where it was filmed within an hour of walking out of the Melbourne airport.
Finally, we're here: the night we've all been waiting for! The night where a fratty Australian singing in a bar tells me he loves me in Polish.
Because no matter how much nicer other beaches seems to get, Redondo is always home.
Reminiscing on visiting Casa Vicens in Barcelona.
You know THAT foreigner. The one you don't want to be, right? Getting real honest with myself about who I want to be versus who I am.
"A New York minute is a Hong Kong second." -someone who hasn't been to Hong Kong since the late 80s, I guess.