Raj Singh 🇦🇺
@rdsip.bsky.social
Occasional Cynic, Tinkerer, Multidisclipinist 🤹🏼
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Comments on Tech, Investing, Travel, Wine, 🎶 🎼 🏉 🏏 🏋🏽 🥊
Posts ≠endorsements, comments=personal
"Lost for Words" is my favourite track ☺️
January 17, 2025 at 2:18 PM
"Lost for Words" is my favourite track ☺️
Yes. Android and iOS. In the app store
November 30, 2023 at 12:57 PM
Yes. Android and iOS. In the app store
“Lowest prices were only the beginning” 😁
November 19, 2023 at 6:47 AM
“Lowest prices were only the beginning” 😁
I hope you also cover how not to make the ice cream icy, particularly for us punters playing at home! 😊
October 24, 2023 at 6:28 AM
I hope you also cover how not to make the ice cream icy, particularly for us punters playing at home! 😊
Thanks! Am in a bit of a philosophical mood tonight. ☺️
But, probably also a sign of the times...
But, probably also a sign of the times...
October 8, 2023 at 11:20 AM
Thanks! Am in a bit of a philosophical mood tonight. ☺️
But, probably also a sign of the times...
But, probably also a sign of the times...
And here I was thinking it was 81p to a dollar 🤷🏽♂️
October 8, 2023 at 10:47 AM
And here I was thinking it was 81p to a dollar 🤷🏽♂️
Where the skin has no colour.
Where caste and creed are not nouns.
Where the countries, cities and streets have no name, but have a belonging.
Where the land, sea and sky above are what they are, pure, open and free.
Until then, there is but hope.
And, there are some dreams.
Where caste and creed are not nouns.
Where the countries, cities and streets have no name, but have a belonging.
Where the land, sea and sky above are what they are, pure, open and free.
Until then, there is but hope.
And, there are some dreams.
October 8, 2023 at 10:43 AM
Where the skin has no colour.
Where caste and creed are not nouns.
Where the countries, cities and streets have no name, but have a belonging.
Where the land, sea and sky above are what they are, pure, open and free.
Until then, there is but hope.
And, there are some dreams.
Where caste and creed are not nouns.
Where the countries, cities and streets have no name, but have a belonging.
Where the land, sea and sky above are what they are, pure, open and free.
Until then, there is but hope.
And, there are some dreams.
“I’ve been drunk in every pub in Brisbane” - now that sounds like a ballad I may have sung when I was a younger lad back in the day in Brissie! 😆
October 8, 2023 at 9:09 AM
“I’ve been drunk in every pub in Brisbane” - now that sounds like a ballad I may have sung when I was a younger lad back in the day in Brissie! 😆