Whisky, Words, And A Grave

Do you ever feel like you’ve become the worst version of yourself? Like you opened the Pandora’s box of all your hateful parts? Your hurts, your spite, your arrogance, the condescension, or the secret feelings that has suffocated you and they just babbled up the surface? Alcohol opened such box this weekend. I’m pretty sure… Continue reading Whisky, Words, And A Grave

Singapore Swing

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to write about my Singapore trip. Don’t get me wrong, I had a grand time. Something happened there that sort of left a bitter taste in my mouth. Yet here I am now, I’m over that incident, but it definitely won’t happen again. This wasn’t my first time in… Continue reading Singapore Swing