mira mail
okay i’ll post
previous posts were buried in the drafts for so long, i should’ve wrote about Muscat, Oman. why am i so habitually tightlipped
the initial inertia and fear is real, but now, without inhibitions and ChatGPT, here i am.
i just taught English to a class of five budding primary schoolers this evening, and it’s a joy to make them giggle when they learn the language. while some are pessimistic, i think children are clever
inspired by a muse i followed for years, i figure i should just write! (i found that she has been blogging all this while) what have i been doing? no excuses.
Budapest, Hungary
“Mira is a Hungarian name,” my Bolt driver told me first thing after he asked me, “Hungarian or English?”
Vancouver, B.C, Canada
before i headed downtown for work, i was in Langley, a quaint beautiful town. my lovely Airbnb hostess H. and her beautiful family treated me so well, and i’m typing this as i prepare my trip to Budapest et Oroszlány, Hungary. this feels surreal, straight from the page of around the world in 80 days novel and i figure i should pen down my thoughts because my solo travelling is not forever, and this will all be a memory.
coming soon~
i’m bringing back the old school joy of blogging!
my previous Blogpost and Wordpress have been privatised for the longest time now, and i have a diary to access my deepest darkest thoughts. so why start again? here, i’ve decided, will be a space to publicly and vulnerably reflect and post my musings on the Internet. now that my frontal lobe has been allegedly formed, i feel a sense of peace knowing that even if the older me cringes at what i write in the near future, i did so anyway, despite the hyperawareness of many weary eyes reading.