TO MY SEVEN YEAR OLD SELF

A few weeks ago, I was at Dubai’s tacky somewhat-but-not theme park, Global Village. I won a giant flamingo on some little ducky fishing game (and when I say giant, I mean GIANT), went a ride on the highest swings, and was then happily chomping my way through a chocolate chip ice cream cone dusted with … Continue reading TO MY SEVEN YEAR OLD SELF

“I’M SORRY. I CAN’T. DON’T HATE ME.”

I’ve had a bit of a blogging sabbatical lately. I’ve mainly been preoccupied with a few tasks like reading Sarah Knight’s, “Get Your Sh*t Together” which has me timing how long I take in the shower, (sixteen minutes FYI, and that’s not even on a hair washing day). Nothing that depressing or cringe-worth funny has … Continue reading “I’M SORRY. I CAN’T. DON’T HATE ME.”

THE HIGHS & LOWS OF CHRISTMAS

If you were to play a word association game, and someone shouted out ‘CHRISTMAS!’, the word most people would probably shout back in return would be, ‘JOY!’ or ‘HAPPINESS!’, however, I am here to argue that this is a common misconception. I mean, you might subliminally know the words to the majority of your Spotify … Continue reading THE HIGHS & LOWS OF CHRISTMAS

GIRL GANG

A good friend of mine once told me a story about an ex best friend and her who’d had a bitter and upsetting fall out. I don’t know why the story always stuck in my mind – maybe I resonated with it a bit. Either way, we were walking through the train station, when she … Continue reading GIRL GANG

FATE

Does everything happen for a reason? Or is life just a series of coincidences? I was telling a good friend over WhatsApp that due to my low key living at the moment, that I didn’t feel like I had much to write about for my blog just now. She suggested writing a blog ‘on fate … Continue reading FATE

CAFE BINGO

They say health is wealth, and food makes health no? So how many cafe’s can a girl visit in one week?

YOUR FREE TRIAL HAS EXPIRED. DO YOU WANT TO SUBSCRIBE?

There’s been a recent debate amongst my friends, over how to tell wether or not you’re in a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship with someone, and most importantly for all my expat friends, does this vary from culture to culture?

1110 DAYS

One thousand, one hundred and ten days ago today, (it was a Friday) I upheaved my life and took it to Dubai. I cried mascara tears on the shoulder of my mum’s brand new white t-shirt as she told me, “I’m only going to say this once, but it’s not too late to change your mind … Continue reading 1110 DAYS