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I love books When anyone says print media is dying, my heart dies a little too. Of course, as any die-hard book lover would tell you, there is no way that online books will replace the real deal. Is there? There isn’t any feeling quite like turning the pages of a book, or trying to find a comfortable position to lie in while you spend all day devouring the pages of a good old-fashioned book. Over the course of my lifetime I have read too many books to count. Occasionally

  Anyone who knows me well, knows that I’m not out-of-place in the kitchen. I’m pretty good at throwing a few random ingredients together and producing something that some might even call tasty. Even more, I love entertaining and feeding the people I love. The buck stops at baking though. I just don’t have the discipline required for measuring out the exact amounts necessary for baking. So when I came across this recipe, the pictures looked INCREDIBLE and I just thought, I have to do that. It’s not like I

Life doesn’t always go the way we hope it to and often, when we take a knock so does our confidence. Things going wrong can leave us feeling despondent and quite honestly lacking in confidence in ourselves. It takes a long time to realise that failing once doesn’t make us a failure even though most of us have been conditioned to not allow ourselves the option of failure and as a result end up being really hard on ourselves when we do fail. Sometimes when we fall down, we need a little

As we head with the speed of light towards the biggest loved up day of the year it makes me wonder about the depths of love. I’ve never been a fan of Valentines day, ever since my first boyfriend at age 13 asked a friend what to get me for Valentines day and in the end all I got was a boring slab of chocolate. Okay so I was obviously let down by my expectation, knowing he had sought advice on what I would love and then the expectation just

How naive we are when we are young. How we take the world for granted at the exact moment when there is so much to soak up. We lie around in our bubbles of infatuation. Closed off from all the things that really matter. We think we are wiser, that we know more than anyone else. I look back on my life; on the pain I might have been spared, the suffering I would not have endured, If only I had listened to my mother. Each time she said, trust me and I thought I knew

I had planned to write about something else today, but life has a funny way of creeping up on you and completely changing everything. I was recently added on Facebook by a man I don’t know personally but who is a friend of a friend. It always starts like that doesn’t it. Anyhow I accepted his request on account of our mutual friend being someone whose opinion I value and respect. Today my “new friend” posted something racist and stereotypical and when called on his bigoted opinion he updated his

So I was thinking about the things I do and the places I go to when I’m having a lousy day and what helps me to get out of the funk.  Over the course of my lifetime this has meant different things some of them are too ridiculous to help anyone on an average day but others you might find useful if you ever find yourself stuck in a rut and need some sort of inspiration.    Travel. See I warned you that this might be a bit ridiculous. There

Life is for living

Life is for living |Tyranny of Pink

I’ve been putting off writing this post for a few days now. I don’t know why but it seems so pretentious to write but at the same time I just have this burning need to get it out of me. I think it’s weird how you just have these ideas in your head that need to get out. Like if they stay trapped inside you might explode. It’s not often that I feel like that, usually I just write what I feel and that’s that but this time it was

I think sometimes we take for granted that we only have a short time on this earth. Some of us, if we’re lucky will live to experience more of the world than others. Most likely, even then, we will take for granted what that means. Not everyone gets to leave the country they were born in, to fly to faraway places and experience the things that those lands have to offer. Some of us, might even find that those places appeal to us more than the land in which we were

Disclaimer: Due to the nature of this post it may be offensive to some. Please note that my intention is not to offend anyone nor is it my intention to cause discomfort. My blog posts are based on my personal experiences and death and religion are two topics that have had a profound impact on my life. There are times in your life that really define you. Moments that can clearly be described as before and after moments. Before I learned to walk, after my parents got divorced, before I

You can’t fail

You’re raised to push yourself. Always harder than the last time. Failure is not an option. It’s either win or nothing, we don’t lose. Yeah it’s a tough road when you grow up being taught that you’re not allowed to fail. Isn’t that how most of us are raised? You’re not allowed to make mistakes. You have to watch every move you make, you have to win win win. Always win. In the end, you don’t even try the things you know you wont succeed at because there is no

When you’re lying awake at night, and the sound of silence fills your room, what do you think about? Do you wish you could be thinner? Do you imagine yourself richer, happier, more successful? We all have those moments. Weakness, when we allow ourselves, just for a second, to let our guard down. To accept that somewhere beneath the facade is a dream. A longing. A desire.

This is a story about the time my life was flipped completely upside down by a movie but starting at the end seems silly, so let me start where good writers start, at the beginning. When I was an undergrad student, I was 19 and alone in a new country for the first time. I had an awesome life. I stayed out late partying, had tonnes of friends, put in the bare minimum for my education and passed all my classes anyway. I loved my life. My favourite club was

I love travelling! I think I was born with my passport in my hand and my bags packed. By the time I was 11 years old I had been to Europe 8 times. I had been lucky enough to come into the world as a part of a family who believed in exploring. Although we originally came from Swaziland, my fathers sisters had moved to various countries in Europe, so growing up, I got to visit them. While other children spent their Christmas holidays at home, I was exploring Rome

This is a list, in no particular order, of things I absolutely don’t want to live without. My husband Gerard who is my absolute best friend. There isn’t a nicer person in the whole world than him and I am so incredibly lucky to have him in my life. Good food– I love medium rare steak with chips, oysters smothered in lemon juice and tabasco sauce, sushi and hearty cheese board. My handbag collection – I am an absolute bag lady and love nothing more than extending the collection in my

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