All posts tagged: Personal

On getting over things

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You never see it coming. You spend eight months waiting for the moment and often the moment passes you by. It’s a drawn out moment that can’t be captured as one particular moment in time. But one day in the midst of summer you’ll reflect on the past couple of months and realise that you aren’t waiting anymore. The agonising thoughts, reminising dreams and moments lost in translation don’t occur anymore as your mind and life are preoccupied with other permits. Ones that weren’t put strategically in place as distractions to fill your life with busyness. Decision making is natural again. You don’t have ulterior motives for posting a photograph on social media or going to a carefully selected bar. You are, again, as you knew you would be, doing things for you. You always knew one day it would happen because as everyone says “all it takes is time” but time is an undefined infinite happening that doesn’t tell you anything about when you will be over it. You wanted a shortcut to the …

My father’s eyes and my mother’s dancing

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I have my dad’s eyes and 75% of his nose, the other 25% being my own. I’ll never know what my mother’s actual nose is like because her youth saw her break it too many times to even possibly take a punt at it’s original shape and size. My natural upper body strength must come from my dad too, because I’ve still never made it to any of those early morning gym classes I meant to attend. Mine and my dad’s eyes are very much connected to our smiles. When we smile, 80% of the smile is in our eyes. I like this about my face. Sometimes it hurts because it’s a very cheeky heavy smile, but most of the time it feels nice knowing that the projection of my happiness is not restricted to only my mouth. My dad and I experience fits of laughter for times that do not deserve such humorous recognition. It’s never a roar of laughter, nor the snorting type, it is by all means giggling. We were in the car when …

Very specific advice on how to be a good host

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Last week was the kind of week where you forget you are a young adult now and fall back into the mind-set of a teenager. The tantrums, the drama, and the pointless yet unavoidable angry feeling that you feel for no particular reason. I was writing notes for my coursework and kept writing whatever it was I was writing wrong, probably because I wasn’t paying attention, and I actually felt the blood boil inside me. I wanted to scream with frustration like you do when you are fourteen. The only difference is that it is more acceptable when you are fourteen because you are going through ‘a phase’ as every parent says. It was justifiable. Now? Not so much. Whether or not this week of feeling like a moody teenager was because I was on my period is debateable. I usually defy this norm. I don’t get this grouchy. The fact of the matter is, comparing then to now, the teenage feeling has gone (thank god) and I have set myself a deadline to finish …