Wednesday, 16 September 2015

August Playlist

Took me long enough to get this post together, mostly because I couldn't decide on which songs to feature. My mood fluctuated with the bipolar weather last month! I went from pensive to doubtful to down right depressed to content to being an eccentric hippy on an acid trip (not that I've ever done acid). 


After weeks of categorizing all the music I listened to last month based on genre and time and place that they were played most, I picked my favourite of the favourites to share with anyone interested. Hope you like them!

Monday, 7 September 2015

Story Time: The Job Interview that Wasn't Meant to Be

This is going to be another short story/diary entry-esque epiphany which have been quite absent from my blog in the past couple of months. Some of you might think I'm downright immature and stupid at the end of this post, some of you may even think I'm shitting out of my mouth and trying to cook up something that would give Sophie Kinsella a run for her money, but I'm hoping that some of you will understand where I'm coming from and maybe even find a way to relate. Whatever your reasons are for diving head first into my fucked up soup of thoughts, I hope you get what you're looking for. If not, I hope it makes you laugh and forget your worries for a bit.

So, kids, get comfy, because this post may be a bit unsettling.


I'll try to tell it best so that the young ones can relate because in this post I'm pretending to have over 40 years of life experience. I refuse to picture myself any older than 40. 40 itself is cringe worthy!

So, kids, a time comes in everyone's life when they must move out of their comfort zone and get a job and earn their keep in this world. Some do it willingly and are quite eager to start saving some green for all their materialistic goals (no judgement). I, on the other hand, took my time trying to figure out what I wanted to do in life and when I decided to finally start looking for a job, I was 23. Some say that's late, I say it was the right time for me.

I knew art would always be a vital part of my existence. My need to question everything and form my own opinion of every aspect of life is a clear depiction of that. The trouble I've had with expressing myself in the past is erased with a blank sheet of paper and a pencil, whether I use it for pictures or words is irreverent. After delving into the world of academics for a while and realizing that it wasn't for me, I opted for some art therapy and decided to apply for jobs in the field of designing at the end of last month.