Realisations about Paris.

Many stereotypes that typify Paris are not actually far from the truth. For example, there aren’t a whole load of smiles or greetings being shared; this perhaps being the reason a lot of people say that Paris is not a very friendly city. In the very touristy areas there are even fewer – I suppose…

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an ode to mums –

This is dedicated to full time mums/single mums/mums who have partners doing FIFO/mums with no family support/mums who are partnered with arse holes and all other mum-style caregivers, directed at anyone who underestimates the duties of the above. You think that because I spend time with my child, the days are easy and wonderful, and…

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A ballad for dad.

Second in line to the Gassin throne and best looking of them all, great at sports throughout his life until one day, a major fall. He’d come across the ocean seeking opportunity; but man did he get more than a fixer’s job for Audi. A talent on the guitar; one that still lives on, A…

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The Science.

It seems cliché to describe the classroom as a microcosm of the world. Like it’s been done before and those words are nothing new. But as I stroll around this science lab, I see that it is truly as depicted. No matter how many hundreds of these rooms I enter, the same traditional stereotypes mostly…

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The Chocolatey Truth

This is a piece I wrote last year and didn’t publish…for some obvious and shameful reasons. It ends rather abruptly – probably I got caught typing it up (haha). Needless to say, I don’t remember abstaining for four weeks…Enjoy. There’s a certain fact about me that some would say I am in “denial” about. Ha!…

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The Nail Experience

It’s a Monday afternoon, and I’ve decided I deserve a treat. How friendly of me. Well done, self. This “treat” is going to come in the form of a renewal of my toenail shellac. I walk purposefully through the mall and stand, paradoxical to my walk over, awkwardly in the shop entrance. “Kai help yooh!”…

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avec l’âge

And so finally, the nature of time has exposed itself directly unto me. And here I was, thinking I was one of those lucky young women who would defy it; one who would sidle through unscathed, unaffected by the hideous truth that time changes everything. This is not a realisation of the alterations in my…

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