How a Thai woman changed after she started dating a white guy. Continue reading Road Trips
How I destroyed my life by having my first book published. Continue reading My First Book
From riding in an elevator with someone you don’t like and getting stuck in an elevator with that person to get a job offer on an elevator ride… Here are a few strange little things that happened to me in Bangkok elevator. Continue reading Elevator Pitches
Life lessons from the big yellow elephant. Continue reading A Day At The Beach
Being gay and teaching in Cambodia is a hard life. Continue reading The Kids Are All Right
Wizards, mafias and zombies bar battle in Bangkok on a crazy Halloween party. Continue reading Halloween On Ice
It is terrifying not bringing your laptop with you on a holiday. Most luggage companies know this, they have added room for your laptop and computer accessories to their new products. You would spend hours debating with yourself whether you should stack your laptop in your pack or just leave it at home. Having technology at hand you can always connect and keep up with … Continue reading All Man is an Island
How Harry Potter books bound my grandpa (a WWII veteran) and I. Continue reading A Summer with the Boy Who Lived
When it comes to wine selection, I usually go with the one that has a funny name. It doesn’t matter where it originally came from; it could be from Yemen or any of the countries ending with stan, but if it’s a Chardonnay and labeled “Good Weather”; please, take my card.
The man was unexpectedly handsome, or rather, ‘cute’ because of his sweet look resembled one of the K-Pop stars. He looked better in real life than the picture he put in his profile. The man who could have gone for a much better opportunity—represented a brand or appeared in an advertorial page of a magazine, not driving in a tiny Honda car. He was my Uber driver.
A series of my stay-at-home adventures. Continue reading The End of my Airbnb
My cat died just a few days before I arrived home in Samui Island for my friend’s wedding. Well, not my cat, really, but a cat in our house. We named her “Sticky Rice” because she showed up one afternoon in our lawn while we were having lunch and tried to steal sticky rice. My dad was the one who shooed her out of the house … Continue reading A Cat in Our House