I was minding my own business one fine weekend, relishing in the bliss that accompanies having one’s squat rack all to oneself, and not needing to share with sweaty know-it-alls who ogle at your butt while ‘resting’ (That is, if you consider those 5-minute intervals ‘resting’).
How do people get any work done whilst listening to music? Maybe it’s because of my vocation as a writer that disallows the fraternising of words on-screen and the warbling tunes in-ear. When met, both parties fight for my attention, the only result a promotion of lethologica and a massive lack of focus. […]
This story is hard to begin, probably because this has only happened to me one other time in my life. I was 17 and having sushi alone in a seedy cube of a ‘restaurant’ wedged between a hairdresser and a neighbourhood gynaecologist. Back then, I had only been just introduced to her for a brief […]
For years I never understood this statement. Even when I was back in school, I would proclaim to my weary parents that I, and I alone, would embark on the magnificent one-man-project-work-show. I was arrogant enough – even when I was 7 and tiny – to somehow know that my groupmates would screw up the project work […]
I’m about to commit storage suicide – Someone better stop me. Warning: Long half-rant, half-actual article ahead