Keep going, one bottle of chardonnay at a time.

I don’t know how people manage to adult without wine. I genuinely don’t. If you are one of those who does, please leave a comment at the bottom. It must be really hard though because even with all the vino I consume, I’m still kind of luke-warming it as I go along. Case in point: my friends are getting married and acting very grown-up while I’m sitting here undecided on how to feel about Fergie and Josh Duhamel’s breakup. I’m barely recovered from Chris Pratt and Anna Farris. I mean, who’s next? Good God, please don’t let it be Remy Ma and Papoose (#Blacklove). Also, I’m still very upset from reading that in the past year the average price of books in South Africa has gone up by close to 7%, I mean, I have been saying that I like books more than people so books getting more expensive means I have to “people” more. God help me. If my life was scripted, it would now read: With a look of defeat, she quietly opens another bottle of chardonnay. Continue reading

WEAR SUNSCREEN: Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young

BY: Mary Schmich

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ’97:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindsides you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing. 

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Rediscovering the joy of celebrating another free trip around the sun

“Celebrating another birthday is not an opportunity for reconciling passed failures and unfulfilled dreams, but rather a chance to appreciate what many have not been afforded…”

I used to hate celebrating my birthday.  For a good couple of years, it was one of my best-kept secrets. I didn’t particularly embrace getting older; I often felt like I was running out of time which is a bit crazy considering I am only 25.  I usually dedicated the day to refining my self-proclaimed Oscar-winning acting skills, because I spend the whole day pretending to be happy when what I really wanted was a time machine or directions to fountain youth (the one Pharell drinks from) 

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“It’s called ghosting, mom”

“Dating in 2017: Let’s be friends, friends with benefits. I’m not ready for a relationship but I expect you to do things that should only happen in a relationship. Remember, we’re not together, you can’t claim me, but you can’t be with someone else. I need you to be loyal, but I’m free to do what I want. If you get mad, I’ll remind you that we’re just friends. If you catch feelings … I’m ghost. I told you from the start I’m not ready for a relationship” – unknown

Most, if not all, of my mom’s friends, are either divorced or, like her, widowed, as a result of which they are re-entering a dating scene that looks drastically different from what it was when they left the game in the 70s and 80s. Back then, concepts like friends with benefits, ghosting and situation-ships existed but weren’t so … mainstream. So, when I overheard my mom, aunt and their friends comforting a friend of theirs who had been ghosted (the guy hadn’t called for close to four months) by telling her to be patient with him and give him the benefit of the doubt, I couldn’t help but chime in by snidely whispering quite loudly that she had been ghosted or pie’d and that she should forget about him and move on with her life.

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Thinking Out Loud: Girls. Brown Girls. Lena Dunham’s Girls. My girls. Girls.

In the past year, I have been so consumed by work that I haven’t had much of a social life. Everything was just so heavy, I didn’t think I was fun to be around (particularly when sober) and when I did  have some free time, I just wanted to sleep. I never want to be consumed by work like that again. I want to be consumed by things that set my soul on fire and to find a balance between adulting and doing all the little things that make me happy like drinking rosé in a teacup,  hanging out with my girls and eating my youth. Continue reading

So, I Asked Myself … The Proust Questionnaire

The Proust Questionnaire

1. What is your idea of perfect happiness?

Oh, God! I don’t know. What I do know is that I am constantly in pursuit of it. The happiness thing. I know that in the past a lot of the stuff I thought would bring me some form of happiness have always failed me. I guess my idea of perfect happiness is something that doesn’t leave me longing. Something Complete. Whole. Still.

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Thinking Out Loud: “Awkward Sally”, Quantum physics for dummies, desert Sharmen and that one time I thigh slapped my gynae.

Seeing as this is my second post and we are still getting acquainted I thought I would share a little something about myself that only my best friend knows, we’ve never actually discussed it, it has just always been self-evident to both of us but now, I am letting you in on it as well: I have an alter ego and no, she ain’t no Sasha Fierce. There are tons of psychological definitions for the “alter ego” but I’m simply going to stick with the urban dictionary definition which defines it as “Someone you’re usually not”, which is perfect because I can’t find a description more fitting for “Awkward Sally”, my alter ego, she is someone I am usually not.
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Thinking Out Loud: Long Island Iced Teas, The Game of Thrones Anxiety and why I think I’m one YouTube video away from waking up in a white padded room.

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So the past week Thailand experienced some of the coldest temperatures in decades, it’s usually very warm and humid throughout most of the year, the average temperature in winter is usually around 25⁰c so when the temperature dropped down to around 8⁰c, it might as well have dropped to the negatives. I wasn’t even prepared. When I left South Africa, 8 months ago, I didn’t pack anything that had any association with winter. No boots, jackets, coats, scarves etc. I do however own more bikinis than I’ll ever need, you can never have too many though, right? If we talking about crop tops, shorts, tank tops, cover-ups and sundresses, mini skirts and LBDs then I’m your girl. Continue reading