Two Years?

Two years ago I started a blog. Another one. After a cryptic interlude with livejournal and a rather angry fling with blogger, I decided I was going to write something that I wouldn’t be afraid for my friends and family to read. Well, the ones that weren’t of the cryptic and/or angry persuasion, anyways. So … Continue reading

Miss, Adventure

Another stroll down another strange street in another strange city where I don’t speak the language and my body doesn’t like the weather. This time, though, people are talking to me. “Taxi, miss?” “Miss, massage?” “Sarong, madam?” “Hey, girl, you need taxi?” Apparently, my impression of “girl who doesn’t need a taxi” needs some work. … Continue reading

Twelve Friendly Ajummas: How One of the Most Awkward Moments I’ve Ever Had Turned Into One of the Nicest Things That’s Ever Happened To Me

Okay, I’ll be honest, I didn’t count them. There were a bunch. A flock. A gaggle perhaps. Herd conjures some not exactly flattering bovine images, which I’d rather not include. So we’ll just say twelve for now. A few weeks ago now (back before the weather took a turn towards blistering heat and sweltering humidity) … Continue reading

Why Owning A Smartphone Doesn’t Make Me Stupid

Lately, I’ve been getting a lot of flak about my smartphone, or as it’s sometimes called, my umbilical cord to the internet. A common joke (made at my expense by someone without a smartphone) is “My phone may be stupid, but at least I’m not!” There are lots of reasons why I wanted a smartphone. … Continue reading

Might As Well

You know how every so often, when you’re wandering about the city, you run into the person who’s missing a marble or two, singing or dancing to music that nobody else can hear? It may come as a surprise, but lately I’ve been that person. Wandering around town with my MP3 player and whatever my … Continue reading

Getting Wotsited (Part One)

It started out innocently enough. My colleague mentioned that I’d been having a rough day (or week, or month, or quarter, depending on the specific thing that was bothering me) to her new love interest, whom I’ve taken to calling Mr. Cling due to the (to my mind) excessive number of calls and text messages … Continue reading