Singapore — It’s getting on for three years. Three years that passed in a flash, a haze, a whirl. Fortune tellers, Chinese physicians, numerologists. Bee hoon, fish head curries, and Popiah. I love this part of ...
Singapore — Sat in our old Starbucks choosing the next book to read. This was never a time to read but a time to catch up. I miss her.
Singapore — 4:30 already.
An early morning flight out of Singapore.. Jakarta, rush hour.
Waiting for something to happen. Anything..
What she said..
Green tea time.
Starbucks and a Kindle..
Out on a limb
Belated card from Bali..