As I was proudly writing down my list of easy and fun posts to write, I realized that with a master’s programme in Global Diplomacy looming over my head, I really cannot afford to spend time researching and writing about dinosaurs, the psychology behind cellotape selfies, singing nuns, or the…
When I think about the death of this blog, it deeply saddens me. Makes me feel like I gave up on something I really enjoyed: writing for myself. The voices in my head have turned what used to be a simple joy into a conundrum driven by excuses: I don’t…
Got a nice little slap post about something I wrote on Vagablogging. I suppose that rant of mine was unjustified. They are my unfiltered feelings, the minute I found out about the book. Everyone’s entitled to their opinion, so it’s all good.