The Empty Space

I once thought I found my dream match. Nice guy, with both creativity and intelligence. Similarly, I once believed I had lived in a utopian school, where everybody was genuine and had compassion. As the years slip by, I discover why it wasn't so. In order for my beliefs to be true, in order for... Continue Reading →

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Confidence.

I've moved from a community I grew up in, a place where I could call home for many years. I used to say hello to people in the corridors and people would greet me, peers and teachers alike. I may not have been Miss Popularity but people knew me by what I had done for... Continue Reading →

A letter to students everywhere…

Dear whoever you are, and wherever you are, As you embark, or at this stage have embarked on a new academic year, for many the thought of end of year exams and perhaps even entrance exams as well as interviews fill you with dread and anxiety beyond comparison. Perhaps you've moved to a new school,... Continue Reading →

Learning = Success

As the academic year is dawning, it seems perhaps coincidental or appointed by divine fate that I've noticed something importance about success - or perhaps more specifically in business terms. My parents (who work together) have had to change the concept of what they do twice, perhaps thrice and each time they find greater levels... Continue Reading →

On the subject of phones.

I once read a post saying a good measure for your enjoyment / time spent with people is that you forget to take photos. You forget the cyberspace and are content living in the moment.Recently I hosted a party for a large group of people and there were only a couple of photos taken that... Continue Reading →

Change.

I’ve stopped having a potty mouth for the last couple of years and not that I think there’s anything particularly wrong with profanities, I stopped just because I believe there are better ways to expressing feelings than certain 4 letter words. Occasionally I will have outbursts where I physically can’t control myself and I will... Continue Reading →

Specifically: Journalling.

A journal is much more than a book, bound by glue, filled with blank, empty pages. Some are lined and mostly filled with an untidy black inky scrawl, almost as undecipherable as hieroglyphics. A journal is more than just a notebook sitting prettily on a desk as a decoration. No, it is far more than... Continue Reading →

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