Who Are You?

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And who am I for that matter?

Humans have this strange and inherent need to be liked by everyone.. Which is really bizarre when you think about it. Everyone is so different; some people love a wheatgrass shot just before their bikram yoga session, others love tequila shots followed by a trusty old HSP.

It’s kind of exciting that you’ll never meet the same person twice.

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Any Green Thumbs For Sale?

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I really love making presents for others. Sometimes I come up with elaborate ideas that never gets completed because it’s just far too complicated and I can’t find the right materials so the idea just stays unfinished. Other times I feel like I’m staring at a blank wall and don’t know what would even seem like a decent gift for anyone. I’m not saying that this gift is beyond brilliant and incredible, but I’m quite proud of it because I think they’re kinda cute and I just love plants.

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Pay It Forward

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I was recently on holidays in Europe. Although I don’t consider myself a particularly cynical being, I’ve over the last month caught myself time and time again questioning the reasons behind random acts of kindness. Whether it’s offering to drive me to the airport, housing me in a foreign city, shouting a meal or going out of their way to ensure that my disorientated ass doesn’t end up in the wrong district, I’d without fail tell myself that they must want something in return. Maybe they expect a present/payment/sex as a thank you? Maybe they have a lot of spare time and they’re using me as a time-filler? Surely they can’t be helping me out just cause, right?

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I Wanna Be A Pokemon Trainer

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As I’m sure almost everyone out there knows or has heard, Pokémon Go was released two weeks ago. I’ll be honest, I didn’t jump on downloading it straight away even though I knew so many people who did; I hesitated because it seemed like such a gimmicky fad that wouldn’t really be much fun to actually play. That one decision cost me a day of catching pokemon. Yes, I regret it.

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#GiveElsaAGirlfriend

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For those that are unfamiliar with the #GiveElsaAGirlfriend campaign, the hashtag is aiming for exactly what it sounds like it’s aiming for.

Now I’m not going to lie. When I first read it, I got a bit confused. Elsa? Elsa from Frozen Elsa? Yes, that Elsa. Oh okay. That would be pretty cool I guess. But I’m an avid supporter of gay rights and I actually love the idea that Elsa may be getting a girlfriend. So why did I second-guess it at first?

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Little Miss Beauregarde

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Blueberries are expensive. $10 a punnet at my local fruit and veg store nearly makes this muffin recipe not worth making because of how often you seen prepackaged ones available in store. But it’s homemade and you know exactly the ingredients that are in them and of course you get that sense of accomplishment when they come fresh out of the oven looking all cute and happy – at least that’s how I felt about these. I had to restrain myself from eating all twelve in the same day. In case you were concerned, I only ate one that day. And I gave some away. So I didn’t gorge myself on them despite the temptation.

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That Time I Slept at a Train Station

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Manarola – The night I was convinced to stay another night.

When I was in high school I wanted to be a professional photographer. I could literally spend hours on end taking, then editing photos of just about anything. It comes as no surprise that when we were required to complete a week of work experience; each and every photography studio within a 30km radius of my home received an email from me.

The amazing Blue Murder Studios ended up being kind enough to take me onboard and it was over these 5 days with them that I slowly began to realise something for myself: you can take thousands of photos and still not get the right shot. Good shots are good shots because they have stories behind them. They provoke.

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Another Year Wiser

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At what age do you stop putting your number of years in candles on top of your birthday cake? I think when (if) I turn 90, I’m going to request from my grandkids exactly that amount of candles on top of my futuristic, hologram, low-sugar cake. Fingers crossed that it’s easy enough to eat with dentures and shaky arthritic hands.

It’s the one day of the year where you can celebrate yourself. Except every day should be a celebration of life cause you gotta love yourself, obviously. Anyway, a lot of people take the day for granted as being their day and that the world suddenly revolves around them in those precious 24 hours. But that’s just not cool.

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The Upper Hand

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You’re so lucky you have the upper hand!

I’ve been told this countless times. “At least you’ve got the upper hand!“. When it comes to jobs, friendships, romantic relationships, you name it.. Apparently I’ve got the upper hand.

But I’m not playing a game, so what does that even mean?!

Whether I’m pioneering for my next career break, butting heads with a childhood friend or navigating my way through the petrifying unknown that is a yet to be exclusive relationship, I am usually the one that cares less. I don’t know why my level of care for matters that hypothetically should be of great importance is so low. But I do know this- the less you care, the less you have to lose.

Or so it seems anyway.

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Mum, You’re Great

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It’s Mother’s Day this Sunday. If you forgot about that despite all the advertising and store specials and even the movie that was released recently (It’s actually called Mother’s Day), I’m sure you’ll be able to do something special for your mum at the last minute. Might I suggest flowers or at least a phone call if you live far away from her? And pick yourself up a calendar whenever you have a chance. If it helps, it’s on the 14th of May next year.

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