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Men who spit
FUCKING WHY?! Holy fucking mother of every deity that this planet can conjure up, WHY DO MEN SPIT? Trying to navigate the 5km route between my place and my ex’s, avoiding public transport because it’s all coated with Covid-19 and panic, I realised that, even if I avoid crowded places and keep my child from…
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Falling in love straight after your divorce (and lessons I have learned).
It’s clickbait, guys. But it’s also true. Argh. Love. What? Why? And more please. You know the story. The ex husband and I were horribly in love, had twelve excellent years, acquired offspring, and then discovered that we were no longer in love anymore and were left scratching our heads about what to do about…
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Touched By a Racist (or: Norway, come ON!)
My friend was eyeballs-deep in his phone when his surgeon arrived to check on his progress after his tonsil-removal surgery. The location was a small, private facility in West Oslo, surrounded upmarket department stores and chain coffee shops, while the office itself seemed a little worse-for-wear inside. Oslo seems reluctant to give up its rain…
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LifeHack: take something simple and make it impossibly complicated in zero easy steps.
I slouched on the bus one morning about a week ago after a night of no sleep, and thought to myself: “this day is going to be kak”. I knew it the moment I stepped out of the house, and whether it was a case of self-fulfilling prophecy or not, I gave myself a sad…
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Product review: Ballantine’s Whisky
Ek lieg, I didn’t get this to review. But it is my product-of-the-month, which is a new thing I’m trying where I do what bloggers do and review things in the hopes that somebody will send me lots of freebies of similar things. I will even take Harrier, so liquor producers, no brand is beneath…
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Google Image Search Makes a Mockery of My Dreams
I’m, like, proper grown up now. For my last birthday I received from my partner a toolbox and a barbell. Life has become about the practical. My dad also saw fit to give me a book on raising calm children, so I spent the weekend trying to train my baby like that dog in Vendetta…
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Southern Suburbs Surrender – An average Monday Commute
I always enjoyed taking the bus. Two years ago, when I had given up on being manhandled by taxi gaatjies, I turned to the old (un)faithful Golden Arrow services which, though the waiting time was a little random and the bus terminus was a little rank, was a far more pleasurable and spacious experience if…
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Quick Update (and *poof!* explosion)
Updates on the madness in Harfield Village (for those interested): 1. Most of us who were pleading for the eradication of racial profiling & for less viciousness among community members were booted from the Harfield Village Association page on Facebook, after there was an enormous outcry against all the sneaky racism finding its way to…
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Harfield, I’m out.
Hypothetical scenario. You have a dilemma. You live in a neighbourhood which you sort of enjoy (mostly because of the high ratio of bars to residents). It’s built on lies and bad history (aren’t they all?) and you want to make a change. Change the legacy, make a bit of a dent in the future you…
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