I’m not even gon lie, I’m stressed out. It’s been 6 annoying weeks of school, and I don’t know if I can do this anymore. I’m exhausted, frustrated and infuriated, all at once, and it shows. Sunday is the new Funday, because it literally is the only day I don’t go to school. I mean,… Continue reading Mid Semester Post.
Hey there, Happy 2019. I know I’m late to the party, but better late than never, right? How’s the year treating you? I personally did not make any resolutions for the year, but I wrote down a list of things I want to do this year. I really hope I stick to them, because I… Continue reading Of New Year Resolutions and New Beginnings
Disclaimer: I wrote this in 2016, so Dear Younger Self, I’m writing this to that awkward girl who grew up never really embracing how amazing she truly is. If I could meet you, there’s so much I’d tell you, ergo, I’m putting them down here, so that you could do things differently, but then again,… Continue reading A Letter To My Younger Self.
*Sigh* It’s been ages I’ve been here. Hello? How’s it going? A part of me just wants to wait till next year, this year after all is almost over, but I feel bad for neglecting this blog… So yeah, I’m back. And really hope I’m here to stay. I guess I should explain why I’ve… Continue reading Hello?
I’m terribly afraid you’ll see through this failing façade I have going on. I mean I would, if I were you. I’m trying so hard to come off as this strong willed woman, But apparently, my body can’t fathom being in that state. So here I am, sitting across from you, On a ‘business… Continue reading Girls can be friend zoned too…
Yesterday, Mama Yinka beat Risikat. It was a show for the neighbours who lead a dull life… Ergo me. As usual, she was convinced Risikat was the one that had done one unbecoming crime. This time, I think she found the zip of one of her expensive purses spoilt. Mama Yinka made me remember Mohammed… Continue reading Amebo diaries.
The chill of the night got to me the moment I stepped out of the dorm. The afternoon had been very hot and sunny, the night however is the direct opposite. On a normal day, I’d be clad in my night dress, but I didn’t plan on getting any sleep today, so I was wearing… Continue reading Shirley’s Chronicles.