Every now and then, I get questions about this space – Mostly about how I do it and what it takes to continue this hobby of mine. I’m all about sharing what I love (in […]
Tonight’s scene is a long transit at the airport, and with a glass of wine at hand, it’s easy for the mind to get carried away with an overflowing thought process that sometimes manifests into a word archive, like this one.
What a year it has been for me!
I whizzed through 2017 feeling exceptionally breathless from all the activity and for good reason, I feel quite ready to do a closure to welcome the New Year. Sure, there were the occasional lows amidst all the highs, but I’ll save that bit of conversation to have over a cup of coffee if you’re keen.
For now, let us look back at what a fantastic travel year this has been!
Exactly a year after my first post, one of the best resolutions I made (and kept) for 2017 was to actively pick up writing again through this platform.
There was a period where I took a break for a long time and now that I’m back, it took awhile before I could gracefully catch the wave of the direction Say Cheese, Tal is currently heading on and fast forward to today, I can tell you that I’ve not looked back since.
Today is one of those sentimental days where I looked through my old archives and paused at an entry dating back to 2014. I wrote it when I was still in university and four years later, even when I’m now in a completely different environment in terms of circumstances and mindset, this entry still rings true today that I thought it’s worth sharing on this space.
Quite a number of people have asked me whether travelling is what I do for a living, or is it the only thing I get up to.
Well, the answer is no.
Looking back, I realised how my birthdays are usually very quiet and close to being a non-existential affair. It’s mostly just due to personal preference; I find myself giving maximum quality time for others during […]
Every time I return home (as in, where I was born and raised), a truckload of people say that I am not just lucky, but privileged, and more often than not, there is one person who would conveniently pass me a remark that I am ‘one of those people’ who are living it up overseas while people back home are only capable of making ends meet.
Before someone else repeats that statement, this is what I have to say:
It taught me to hang on less tightly to my attachments.
The feeling of being attached is a funny thing, really –
I’ll admit, I was this (read: very) close to ending the 2nd of December completely forgetting that it’s my father’s birthday.