I have a highly addictive personality. Once I get into something, I get really into it.
And the way it particularly works for me is that I focus on just one thing, and be into that for a very long time. It could be a video game, a boy band, a comic… In this case, it was a particular Netflix series.
Just a few weeks ago, I was stressing out about work, studying a side course to up skill, starting up a blog portfolio… in short, I was busy living my life.
Engrossed in my own internal state of affairs, I had no real idea of what was happening outside of myself, nor did I actually care. I was too self-contained in my own little corner of the universe, dealing with my own set of problems as I focused on working hard on my personal goals and ambitions.
Then “it” started happening where I was.
Suddenly, things felt off. The week’s…
It is a case when being a perfectionist can really work against you. You can spend days rumminating over a particular detail and you remain stuck on that phase of the process — indefinitely. Nothing is ever good enough, and so in effect, nothing ever comes to fruiton.
But I have had enough.
I am tired of living in a world of ideas. After all this time, I am desperate to have something tangible, to see the things I’ve started in my head and in my drafts to actually exist and be out there.
I know I am my own…
Once upon a morning, I was happily breezing along and contentedly riding my scooter when all of a sudden — disaster struck!
My phone somersaulted out of its makeshift phone holder.
In that split-second, I said a prayer to the mighty phone gods before quickly picking up the phone with bated breath…
My heart sank to the floor.
And right on que, my regretful mind quickly lodged on to its usual “If-onlys”…
“Are you a boy or a girl?”
I looked down at my feet as I pondered for an answer. I did not know what to say.
Well, I knew I was a girl but I really wanted to answer “boy”. I was 8 then.
I had my hair cut short. I tagged along with my brother’s guy friends and played their games. I did not like wearing dresses and would most definitely cry when asked to wear one.
Oh, and I hated pink on principle.
You see where I’m getting at here.
I wondered why this was so, and at…
Once upon a time, people thought that the ‘left’ and ‘right’ sides of the brain were responsible for two different forms of thinking — The left is for problem-solving and logical thinking, while the right is for creativity and intuition. Based on present-day brain imaging scans, however, we now know that both sides of the brain are quite intricately codependent.
Now, while the ‘left-right divide’ is widely accepted as myth, the idea that there are predominantly “left-brained” and “right-brained” people still persists. Isn’t it that some are just born more logically inclined while others are just naturally artistic?
You see, I love milk.
I pour it everyday on my granola cereal with added banana slices. It’s the perfect nutty and tangy breakfast mix, and it doesn’t even need much preparation.
So every week, I pop into Lidl and grab my weekly bottle of milk at only £0.69 ($0.97). Just look at how cheap that is!
Now, that’s great for us consumers, but have you ever wondered as to why these groceries are able to sell them so cheaply?
In the short documentary “Too much milk in Europe” I begin to realize how squeezed farmers (and literally cows) are…
Ready… hands behind the line… Get set… heels and buttocks up… BANG!
And we’re off! Running as fast as our legs could carry us through the 100m track. All nervousness temporarily forgotten as my mind blanks out and my legs propel me forward.
Before I knew it, I could see a sliver of a white horizontal line. I felt myself slow a little as I throttled over it. I remember smiling to myself as I slowly looked to the stands.
That’s when I saw my coach and teammates furiously ushering me to move onwards down the track. I was confused…
It was early morning that day. The sky was still dark when I heard muffled crying. I kept my eyes firmly closed. I had this horrible feeling deep in my gut, but I did not want to face any of it just yet. I heard more people scurry into the room, and on cue, more cries emerged. I knew I could not escape this scene any longer. I opened my eyes.
To the left side of the bed laid my mom, all thin and frail. I felt cold. But just as sudden as that feeling came a deep fiery warmth…