This afternoon while I was walking back from Pick n Pay I was thinking about my life. Specifically I was thinking about my work situation, i.e. my lack thereof. I thought of how, when I was in school, I thought I would have a job that I loved and that I was very good atContinue reading “An Extract from "Sometimes I Look for Good News in the Spam Folder"”
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I Thought He Liked Me. (In which I use the word "feel" way too many times.)
[Scroll to the bottom for the tl;dr summary] It started, as millennials’ relationship stories usually do, with a Facebook post. I liked a status update of his, and waited to see if he would initiate conversation. He did, and for the next three months I tried to get to know him and potentially start aContinue reading “I Thought He Liked Me. (In which I use the word "feel" way too many times.)”
Throwaway thoughts on sharing feelings with boys
I’ve been thinking this week about how much I struggle to articulate my feelings because I am afraid of rejection. In all my relationships, I never want to be the one who feels too much or too obviously, because I don’t want to be judged or misunderstood. It’s the reason I am very slow toContinue reading “Throwaway thoughts on sharing feelings with boys”
I think things are getting out of hand (or: "I am literally always on the brink of tears. Send help.")
It’s been one of those weeks. The days went by in a dull, uninspiring blur; school was suffocating me; I felt like I had no direction in life; I thought my image needed a serious revamp and I was generally feeling very “bleh.” I went from having the urge to go out and get newContinue reading “I think things are getting out of hand (or: "I am literally always on the brink of tears. Send help.")”
Where I am now
I started blogging because I had thoughts and opinions which I felt had to be put out into the public domain. I wanted to share my ideas with whoever would understand where I was coming from. I wanted to write. 2010 was an exciting time: blogs were becoming popular, and the possibilities were endless. TheContinue reading “Where I am now”
Thoughts After an Interview
I am still trying to re-orient myself after the interview I just had. I walked into the room relatively calm, though I was unsure of what would happen next. I saw some familiar faces and some new ones. Sitting in that black chair facing this “panel of judges” was quite intimidating. I spent a lotContinue reading “Thoughts After an Interview”
#ForBlackGirlsOnly Picnic 2015
Yesterday was the first #ForBlackGirlsOnly Picnic hosted by Black Love Sessions at Trenchtown, Observatory. For weeks, Sivu has been promoting the event on social media, letting people know that this opportunity was not to be missed. The event was organised in response to the lack of spaces in Cape Town where young black women from differentContinue reading “#ForBlackGirlsOnly Picnic 2015”
Someone Get Me Outta Here! (Or: "This is Not what I Had Planned…")
This time last week, I was sitting in bed feeling very sorry for myself. It was cold, my room smelled mouldy, all my clothes were dirty, I was sure that my pillows were rotting (more on that later), the ceiling was black under all the dust that was clinging to it, and worst of allContinue reading “Someone Get Me Outta Here! (Or: "This is Not what I Had Planned…")”
Exam-Time Rants: I Hate my Housemates (Or: "These Hoes Ain’t Loyal")
For a student who wants to live off-campus, accommodation options are pretty slim. Finding a place that is reasonably priced (whatever that means), in a safe area and close to public transport is difficult. I just needed somewhere with a manageable number of tenants and a good bed. After living through the hell that wasContinue reading “Exam-Time Rants: I Hate my Housemates (Or: "These Hoes Ain’t Loyal")”
That One Time when my Friend almost Disowned Me. (Or: "Who Let the Drama Fanatics Loose?")
Spoiler alert! It’s me. I’m the spoiler.In fact, I’d go as far as to call myself a Ruiner. A ruiner of friendships. yesterday, because I was so wrapped up in myself and my deep attachment to Revenge, I committed one of the worst friendship crimes ever. I toldContinue reading “That One Time when my Friend almost Disowned Me. (Or: "Who Let the Drama Fanatics Loose?")”
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