One language, all years
Everything I wrote in English
116 posts. The rest of the archive is mostly German, which is what happens when you start a blog at nineteen and move countries later.
Chat logs from four years, 425,491 messages after deduplication, and the pipeline that fed them to an AI - the engineering half of a self-analysis.
MURI nails the early DOS platformer feel - EGA palette, PC speaker, chunky pixels. Thirty years late to its own era, still worth it.
Pumpkin bread in Ho Chi Minh City's December - when 25 degrees feels like Christmas and the rainy season finally packs its bags.
Chocolate Chili Plätzchen while motorbikes hum outside in December Sài Gòn. Christmas baking at 30 degrees - a beautiful contradiction.
Nussecken - a German childhood pastry recreated in a tropical Sài Gòn kitchen. Hazelnut, chocolate, and 12,000 kilometers of nostalgia.
Another song cooked up with Suno AI. Yes, AI slop. But hear me out - the kinks wrote the script, the machine just followed orders.
AI tools as natural extensions of daily life - writing, restoring photos, digging up info. Until the AI creates something that hurts.
Mango Crumble Cake à la Starfleet - baked between Deep Space Nine episodes on a lazy Sunday. Warm, fluffy, and ready for warp.
He was a Chinese-Vietnamese city boy from this 22.5-million-strong metropolis. Older, wiser, and exactly the kind of chaos worth keeping.
Phương checked out on November 24, 2024. A love letter in retrospect - about a friend, a comet, and a life lived at full throttle.
