Twenty. Freakin’. Three.
I’ve been drafting this blog post for a while, as it was my birthday last Saturday. A truly bittersweet day (for a drama queen like me). I knew for a while that when I was to turn 23, I should have a job, have graduated from uni other cliché things revolving around having a totally perfect self-centred life. Achieving most of these things, I was still underwhelmed the entire day because really, I was just that one. Year. Older.
Introducing the first in a series of posts, ‘Can We Just’, where I wanna talk about real-life issues, things that no-one really talks about (yet) and just generally things I wanna get off my chest, inspired by Chynna’s series on her blog. To start off with, I’m going to chat about hyper-pigmentation and how I’ve grown up with it as a brown chick in the West (lol).
While I was thinking about what my new years resolutions should be, but they were all sort of built upon some holes and flaws that cropped up way back in 2017. So I thought, why not think about the actual real core stuff I need to improve on, instead of whacking out new goals outta nowhere, and ending up nowhere this time next year. Also, as a commitment-phobe, I’m starting small with a cute lil list of three things I did, in fact, not do. So anywho let’s get started.
A quick post just to let anyone reading this know that my previous website disappeared into thin air […]
During my summer this year, I interned abroad in New York City and it was my first time visiting, working and living in America. Asides from the borderline obsession with ice water and freezing cold AC being more common than your ex, here are a couple of things I learned about being a New Yorker along the way!