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.