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Poem – I Will Remember
Entangled in a web of grief, Spiralling out of control. Swig a bottle of cyanide, should I? To let the pain mellow? I couldn’t bear to bring myself, To meet such ill a fate. Instead I took a sip once more, Of lemon and ginger ale. I sip and reminisce, Of how life…
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I’m Done….
If sweating out of every orifice in your entire being is your cup of tea then you should’ve joined me in my gallivanting across the city of London with what could’ve only been described as the weight of a life-sized 10 year old on my back in the form of a gym bag and a…
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City life
Like mice, Trapped in the rat race. A maze made for manipulation. Man against man, race against race. A breath. Of fresh air at dawn. As futile as asking the sun to, Rise at dusk and set in the morn. Private, A word less chosen. Only by those of land un-citied. Cities keep…
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Week 1 – The Menu of A Moron
So if you’ve been anticipating this update based on the post I made a few days ago, let’s just take a moment to celebrate that week 1 is almost up, on a scale of 1 – 10 (full to the gills) – (about to turn cannibal) my hunger level is a solid 9.987. If you’ve ever…
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I Hate Public Transport With A Passion
If you’ve happened to be following my journey on the misery train so far, you’ll know that my belief firmly holds – trying to live in London for two weeks on £30 will make climbing Mt. Everest look like a walk in the park in comparison. My hands are already physically shaking as I…
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Poetry: Success
The sweet scent of success, If only it lingered just that little bit longer. If only it tasted just that little bit stronger. Is success a waiting game, Or a game of chase? Should I give it my all, Or should I accept my fate? Success. The word on the tips of all…
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I Finally Did It!
If you’ve been following my quarrels and qualms in my quest to find a new humble abode here, then it may come as a surprise to both you and I that I have done the impossible and actually managed to find a place to live come September this year! But before I bathe in…
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Poem – A Little Thing Called ‘Fear’
Fear, The lovechild of stress and caution. An unwelcome neighbour, Making itself at home in your delusion. It’s intentions – unclear. It picks it’s moments, Most uncalled for. Like lying in your bed and hearing the front door become ajar. Or hearing your name whispered very softly from afar. Fear, It’s a teaseful…
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Have You Ever Been Afraid To Give Something Like This A Try?
Having embarked on my audio journey last winter in the form of a 10 week course with Reprezent radio, a youth-led community radio station here in London, as a result, I developed a bit of a love affair with making radio shows. Whether it was good audio content is questionable but nevertheless I enjoyed making…
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How Do I Get Over My Fear Of Public Speaking?!
If you’re only a few months into a job and your bosses bring you into a room and ask you if you’d like to do a presentation, do you honestly think you could say ‘no’ in that moment? This was my exact predicament and now I’ve landed myself right in it. I’ve a presentation…
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