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Friday, 5 May 2017

Adult Friendships are far from bliss

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I Swear it was easier when I was younger. 

Being a good friend and being a good “adult friend” is quite far apart, nonidentical I might add. I came to this realisation when I became uninvited, when my personal success became the topic of gossip in the mouths of the people I met in the journey of becoming an adult. 

Childhood made friendship seem bliss. If you had sweets and outsider eyes glaring at them, the moment you shared that was your Main B****. I wrote letters with gel pens, flowers, cut out hearts all to friends sitting literally centimetres apart. As time went by partying and and getting by was how bonds were made and broken. Those don't last forever, making friends becomes a whole new game.

Now I’m 21, building my brand, I have a job and responsibilities that lay far beyond drunken nights and impulsive decisions. Time goes by with a blink of an eye. With every minute of hard work and adulthood, good is coming my way. I am the person I want to be (in the making) and to those around me I have become invisible, coffee and chats are not good enough for the liqueur scent escaping their mouths. Schedules change. We all strive for different things, have different things, some more than others, but the truth is the adult life has become a consuming tomb. 

Don’t get me wrong not all adult friendships are hard, making them is a tiny bit harder. But I’m sure that the adult friends understand since they are all in that space in time. They are considerate of our work-induced black-hole of seclusion, when we choose an early night in bed with tea over the buzzing under city lights. 
This does not mean I am giving up. I have a number of gel pens and written cards that I intend to send out once I actually get to the point of buying stamps. There are old friendships I cherish and one day if it’s worth it they will get there colourful cards in the mail. 

Namaste xx

Friday, 24 March 2017

Gloomy days and pumpkin spice latte's

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Sitting at work on this gloomy day with the breeze poking at my skin as it creeps through the window behind me and all I can think of is getting home this afternoon and whipping up a delicious pumpkin spice latte and creeping in under the blankets.

My pumpkin spice latte recipe would be worth the try:

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  • 2 tbsp canned pumpkin
  • 1/2 tsp pumpkin spice
  • 2 tbsp sugar
  • 2 tbsp vanilla extract
  • 2 cups milk
  • 1/4 cup coffee/espresso
  • 1/4 cup cream


  1. In a saucepan over medium heat, cook the pumpkin with the pumpkin spice for two minutes.
  2. Add the sugar and stir until thick. Whisk together the milk and the vanilla extract and warm in the microwave. Froth the milk once warm (I use a blender) and add the pumpkin mixture.
  3. Make the coffee/espresso and pour half in one mug along with half of the mixture. 
  4. Top with whipped cream and sprinkle some pumpkin spice on top to garnish.
 Any gloomy day favourites you want to share?
Namaste xx

Friday, 17 March 2017

The Tale of a small town girl with a big city passion

I'm certain you're acquainted with the fairy tales we've been nurtured with as young women about damsels in distress and Prince Charming on his white horse. The storyline creates the expectation of daisy’s and sequence. However, people tend to jump the paragraph which tells us about being in our twenties, when you're all grown up, bawling eyes out the night before your first job, not even sure how getting medical aid works or filling in forms that seem to never end and striving to somehow fill your spirit with your in-depth passions and set goals. So how about we rewind back to that paragraph?
Once upon a time, in a small town at the foot of the mountain far away surrounded by wandering cattle, blazing hot particles that consume the air and individuals living in their little boxes of small minded thoughts was born a little scrawny girl fascinated with life, people and just being out in the world of making new friends and socialising. Granting she couldn’t quite identify what exactly attracted her into the words of the latest Tracy Beaker edition that she knew would pop up in the mail monthly with some goodies, she always kept a magazine of sort under her bed to consume the words like a bedtime story. As she grew up things changed, people changed, her best friends became enemies (the sort that would leave her running home crying or sitting in the bathroom at break to avoid embarrassment) what happened to the social life she adored? Eventual years went by she moved from her small town where walking barefoot was the norm to a city where everything seemed bigger, the people were not consumed by their boxes and social life was like a scene from her dreams and a story out of Tracy Beaker.

Make up started filling her cosmetic bag that was once empty and social media become a lifestyle in the fast city living. Friendship grew, jealously broke many but she absorbed the negativity and turned them to positives. No more running home crying or eating a sandwich while holding closed your nose to be able to actually taste your lunch vaguely with the stench penetrating your nostrils and devouring the taste buds.  

Soon the girl began to set her plan in motion, to better herself, live the lifestyle she dreamt of as a little girl, with daisy’s and sequence, with a tribe she calls her own and a booming social life to tell her tale as more seemed to notice her become the young woman her dad has always seen. 

Regardless of the impediments that she endured, she came out on the other side she has a job, completed her bank forms, knows what medical aid actually is all about. Now she is girl you will stumble upon her spreading her story and just flourishing through life. The little girl from the small town knows that she is not the only one striving for better. She stands satisfied that her adventure may be never ending but not one fit for any old fairy-tale with a hardcover and pretty things....

Namaste xx

Thursday, 23 February 2017

DIY Iced Coffee

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You know when that craving for iced coffee hits you but are too lazy to leave the house to actually go and buy one? Or when your bank balance laughs at you and smirks with a “oh no hunny, not today”.

I eventually reached my experimenting phase again and created the iced coffee that seems to turn me into a couch potato at times.

What you will need:

  • A glass
  • A coffee mug
  • A teaspoon
  • Instant coffee
  • Sugar / sweetener / coffee syrup/ condense milk
  • Fresh milk/ almond milk / soy milk
  • Ice
  • Boiling water


  •  Boil some water
  • While water is boiling, fill the glass you want to drink your iced coffee in with a hand full of ice.
  • Put two teaspoons of instant coffee into your coffee mug.
  • Add whatever sweetener or syrup you choose to the mug (I absolutely love condense milk). If you don’t normally have sugar with your coffee, you can skip this step.
  • Pour enough boiling water in the mug, enough to dissolve the sugar and coffee not even half a cup.
  • Pour in your milk of choice to fill the mug.
  • Pour the mixture in the mug over the ice in your glass of choice. If necessary, fill the glass to the top with more milk.
  • Use your spoon to stir the coffee and the ice to make it nice and chilled!
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Caffeine fix perfect for a hot summers day.

Namaste xx