sunset.

As it dawned on me that the sky was not as clear as it used to be, the sunset was reaching its lowest point. I listened. They say you should be able to hear it when you hold your breath…

yum.

Pineapple and mandarin oranges, with salt and crushed chilli mix. Olives with shrimp paste and crushed chilli mix. Amaretti cookies soaked in hot soy milk with ginger. Broken rice mixed with soy sauce, sesame oil, cut chilli and dill, with…

why.

Early March 2007 marks my reintroduction to the web. As an old-skooler who puts respect in bandwidth (read as: only do whatever you need to do in the internet, never more, whatever “need” might be), the beginning of my current…

home.

Taking a one minute break to write about something my brain glanced into while writing my research proposal draft. It’s about the idea of a home. I came to realize that home for me is not a place. Neither it…

le petit prince est mort.

le petit prince est mort.

Yup. He died this morning. And this time he wasn’t transported back to his planet, because he simply didn’t want to.