Uncategorized

To evolve is everything…

Christine

So first things first, being a regular in writing has been tougher than anticipated. I thought every week we’d always whip up something for y’all to read but Alas! Easier said than done.

So today I want to talk about being human and the one constant we’re all good at EVOLUTION. I will not be taking a dive into history talking about early man or even Adam and Eve….well that’s a tale for another time maybe. The kind of evolution I seek to pen is about us as people and our ability to constantly change depending on people, environment and whatever we may or may not choose to expose ourselves to. The intentional and unintended ways of coping and being different from who we were before.

I admire how one can look in the mirror and say no…I need to look better, feel better, speak better and then they become that which they want, merely because they wanted it badly enough and were willing to put in the work! I myself have been on a fact finding mission about self. Asking questions like who am I? Do I even like her? Why or why not? Can I do better? Can I be better? Where have I gone wrong in the past? How can I change that for all future interactions?

I have to be honest with you. Change is hard! Rewiring the mind to a whole new foreign mindset is tough. I read somewhere once that trying to change is like uncoiling a tightly coiled/wound wire in a whole other direction. It can be done but given a chance, it’d rather stay in its previously coiled position. For instance lately, I’ve been trying to master reading the bible and praying everyday as well as working out and living a generally healthy lifestyle. I cannot begin tell you how many times I quit or just plain didn’t care or even gave excuses from here to high heaven. The times I’ve let people’s opinions determine just how hard I should or shouldn’t be working on something. Words like “your size is perfect any skinnier and you’d look bad’…’you should eat some **insert unhealthy food** life is too short to not enjoy everything you want’ …’wow you’ve gained weight (after a week of constant workouts).’

“It is not the strongest of the species that survives, not the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change.”  – Charles Darwin

I have come to learn though, being human is to understand that goals are personal, hard work is important and failure is part of the learning curve. Like Charles Darwin said “It is not the strongest of the species that survives, not the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change.”  I know the person I am today is different from even two months back. So thing is what kind of material are you reading (I personally prefer the bible lately), who are you letting inspire you, how often do you dig deep, admit your shortcomings and learn from them, are you forgiving others and yourself, are you choosing to be happy despite it all, what kind of company are you keeping, are you being the best you can be? If not what are you doing differently???? Most importantly…do you even care?

Advertisements
Uncategorized

Travel diary: Ethiopia 🇪🇹

Christine

So disclaimer! Ethiopia was my first flight. I was giddy with excitement as my beautiful boyfriend (see how I slid that in right there) and siblings drove me to the airport. The flight was smooth…..I had no expectations, just a big ole open mind and it went off without a hitch. Skipping the part about one my interesting flight neighbours and yummy flight food (yes all that happened). I want to rush to the good part…Ethiopia the country, the people. First off this was a work trip but it felt more like leisure than work.

My first opinion of the country, from looking at the capital, apart from the extremely beautiful faces is that Addis Ababa feels/looks like a phoenix. It’s rising from the ashes with all the new high rise buildings and emerging skyscraper constructions in every corner, but you can still see the cracks of what it once was. The tin shacks and shops sandwiched by upcoming 5 star hotels, the people who look just as overwhelmed with what their city is turning into, the newly constructed flyovers juxtaposed with not so well constructed roads all somehow making this wholesome city what it is. It’s its own kind of beautiful. Perfect yet imperfect. I have failed to find a one word fits all for this place. It is just what it is.

Now for the people….oh how I love these people. It’s rare to find so many in one place that match my happiness and enthusiasm for life, always ready with a smile and a new word for the day even when I do not understand their beautiful language, Amharic . This is what I have so far *not sure of the spellings though*.

Damnatush – good morning; Ishii – okay; amasekinalo – thank you; shaii – tea; Buna – coffee; konjo – beautiful/pretty; igyii – go.

If I talk about Ethiopians, I cannot fail to vocal their norm of sharing, caring and supporting local businesses. It is the benign of their existence. Almost all food is shared on one plate by all in the family; rarely did I get to eat on a plate by my lonesome. The people in this place go out of their way for you, never expecting anything in return. To be honest I have not met so many genuine human beings in one place.

At Abyssinia: a traditional sort of pub/parlour where traditional dances are performed while enjoying food and drink

My first day in a restaurant, I had the most melanin in the room no jokes (in my country I am considered lighter than most). However with time, I met all skin complexions; most of the people falling in between that type of skin; not quite black and not white either. Speaking of restaurants, the food here has an acquired taste (in a good way). First day you cannot fathom what you’re putting in your mouth due to the uniqueness in flavours, but 5 days down the road, “engera” is one of my favourites. Engera (the rolled up piece in the picture below) is the staple food in this community accompanying 90 percent of the meals making them wholesome in my opinion. They also incorporate pasta, rice, fish and beef in the meals.

A typical meal shared when in Ethiopia (Photo credit: me)

As I engaged with the people and toured a little here and there, I came to notice the richness and pride in culture that is rare in this day and age. It is as if they haven’t yet been fully contaminated with the need to be thoroughly westernised (they are the only non-colonised African nation) and in my opinion that’s a win. However, I think it’s catching on in the younger generation as viewed from the dress code (mainly jeans) and some of the music, food and general entertainment they enjoy.

At Entoto hills: residence of the late Emperor Menelik and His empress

The country was built on the basis of religion with Orthodox being the most common religion adapted by the people. They take every opportunity to pray, Saturdays and Sundays for the entire night, and have a lot of fasting periods, I honestly cannot recall many of them. For example during this particular season, they have the 55 days of fasting where no meat is eaten on Wednesdays and Fridays. However their fasting food is so good I almost considered going vegetarian.

To be honest though, I was alarmed when for a glaring two days, there was no Wi-Fi at the hotels because the government had switched it off for reasons unknown to us. I felt as if one of my basic human rights had been stripped away. However the residents on the other hand seemed to take it in stride that if that had been done then there must be a reason concerning security; that was my first peek at the high level of patriotism and positive mindedness of the people for their country and after my fury with the situation faded, I was impressed. They have only good words to speak about their government (maybe it’s just the ones I interacted with).

I hope this piece paints a picture of the kind of community I encountered. There’s a lot not scripted here, like maybe how the income gap is so wide between the poor and the rich that the ones who struggle to make it really struggle and barely break even, how the taxes are so ridiculous that the price of a second hand Vitz can get you a Mercedes in Uganda. I just wrote from my perspective which is usually sunny, but just like any other country, it’s not a bed of roses. I really did enjoy my time and stay and I am forever grateful to all that made it so.

Uncategorized

It’s an AfroCelebration!

DERRICK

Last weekend two of the content creators at AfroCocktail graduated! Yes, Christine and I killed it and it was such a great moment to share together. I wish Vanitah flew in to celebrate with us at the party!

After four whole years of so much fun together and the tests, lord!, last Sunday gave a reason to party. I’m just really grateful for all the moments we shared. It all feels like a blur! A really good blur. My best moments with Christine I guess was when we would cook dinner together, it was mostly spaghetti not some fancy meal but it was the company that made it amazing. Sometimes I’d just take my hunger to her room hoping for her to cook for me only for her to give me the groceries and tell me to prepare it myself 😂😂. Then the catch up talks were the most! There is even a time her mum found us cooking hehe. Then I recall the time I told her I was starting gym and we would laugh about it and when it actually happened she was so supportive, I’d always pass by for drinking water 😂😂. There was always something going on, either it was her needing some advise or it was some in need of a push. I’d describe our friendship as a great support system everyone needs in life.

All these moments and more are the reason why I was so happy to celebrate our graduation together. Graduation for me is a stage that I felt I needed to pass to leave the school hustle and go out make some money!!! which is the end goal hehe. It’s not essential to make money but it can a be a good advantage. I’m just beyond glad that that’s over, for now. Watch out world! We’re grown now.

Well on this blog this week, I want to congratulate Christine on this great achievement. I’m so happy for you and I wish so much more success. Thankfully we are both on AfroCocktail so we are still stuck together 😂😂😂.

CHRISTINE+DERRICK

CHRISTINE

Well that was a good four years…I recall the days of sleeping late (to try out a dance club, binge that serie!!, late night I am going to change the world conversations), the doing every little thing with your bestie and then the aftermath of a newly found independence. The break down to be rebuilt I-don’t-know-if-I-can-make-it-through phase, the journey to Christ and then finally the finding of self (a never quite ending path)…i loved, laughed, cried, broke, GREW (still growing) and then finally graduated.

Graduation for me was the official ceremony commemorating the transition from student to fully fledged working adult. The proud look on my parents’ faces made the kinda hurtful high heels worth every step. So the best part was I got to celebrate with my family and some of my best friends. I am so thankful…first that i get to have parents who’ve supported me unendingly, friends whose love and devotion I pray I never take for granted but most of all God who heard all my prayers, even the requests I deemed silly and still does. I am indeed a lucky girl…

Now Derrick, my a lot of things that I cannot begin to exhaust without bawling my eyes out. People get curious as to why he’s one of my favorite people of all time. Well let’s see…I never knew a friend that forgives wholeheartedly like he does. He is such a mushy person and will include you, genuinely care about you and take your side even if you’re at your worst. He’s very non judgemental and encouraged me to try new things (cocktails haha but generally how to loosen up a little). We’ve gone through karaoke nights (insert call-me-maybe😂), cooking sprees (he learned how to cook 🤷🏽‍♀️), and just beautiful life altering conversations. I am so glad I got to graduate at the same time as one of my best people. See how we just always have a good time…..Congratulations Derrick! May you continue to be the light and laughter we all need and thank you for being everything you are to me😇.

 

Uncategorized

Growing up African!

Vanitah

We would literally have kept this within our landlocked Uganda but having exchanged a few stories with other residents from the great African continent I quickly realized that the tales from our homes are abit similar even with our different demographics hence the broadening of the spectrum.

So it’s graduation week in Uganda right now and this got me thinking of how great it would be to talk about How the Education acquiring experience is in an African home so buckle up.

Childhoods in African households are pretty much mapped out by attending school where you seriously face your books during the week and attend church on Sunday. You are pretty much expected to be the best and most displined student but this still won’t save you from getting punished for not doing better than what you are already bringing to the table or just for not living up to your parents outrageous expectations for example you could have 96% in mathematics but you will still get questioned about where the 4% is and why you didn’t get it too. Coming in second best in class is not enough and just be ready for the inquiries about the person who managed to get the first position in the class and if he/she has three heads or if both of you don’t attend the same class. And this inquisition is always followed by a lamentation of how ungrateful you are of the opportunity they are according you as well as a day dream like narration of all the things they could have accomplished if they were the ones blessed enough to be equipped with half of the resources you possess. You will be reminded of how easy you have it in comparison to their time in school. This would be followed with stories of how they had to wake so early everyday and walk long distances to fetch water for their parents before they went on a cross country journey just to get to school and how they still managed to be the best in their class despite all the challenges🤦🏾‍♀️.

Any slight backsliding in your academic performance and your parents are already convinced that you are turning into a criminal <same goes for if you show any interest in anything they don’t consider worthy or respectable enough for the child to be partaking in>

Then this brings to the life long battle that is choosing a career to pursue and when it comes to this, the expectations in an African household are pretty much traditional and straight forward. A few careers such as law, engineering and medicine are perceived to be better than others (choreography, acting, music, fashion designing or anything in the arts and creative industry because this is a very hopeless field to them). A mention or slight show of interest in any of this area will be quickly shut down because they are not real jobs. Everyone that knows African parents knows that they are all about and the ability to speak proudly and confidently about their children when conversing with their friends, colleagues as well as other members so them being able to confidently talk about you being a lawyer or a doctor is much easier than them trying to support your new career venture. Much as this is their mentality, you should not be discouraged to step out of the box and pursue what you are really passionate about because once the money starts coming in and you can take care of them, all the fussing will be gone with the wind. In simple terms they prefer the traditional careers because to them these seem more secure and a somewhat guarantee that you won’t end up poor or homeless. All in all they are just worried and scared of the unknown.

Christine

So my version of growing up African…

I loooved everything foreign that is American or European. As long as it wasn’t African, Ugandan mostly…then it was cool. Tbh so did many of my friends. We abhorred speaking our local languages, finding it “local”. When I further analysed this though, I realized this shame stemmed all the way from school where speaking anything non English a.k.a vernacular resulted in absurd punishments like wearing a sack the whole day…I mean what was that about? Even the kind of music we drifted to….like I’d know the entire lyrics to a Beyonce song and be clueless about those in my mother tongue resulting in being referred to as “cool” and we all know how when growing up that’s all you wanted to be…hence an endless cycle of evolving in everything foreign but my culture. Our people’s ways became the outlier, a tragedy realized as I grew up.

So what have I learnt thus far….my culture is rich, beautiful and different and I cannot believe it took me this long. I looove melanin skin (seriously cannot believe it’s not everyone ‘s envy yet) plus this kinky hair craze going on, I’ve never been more in love with my once impossible-to-comb hair. Not that I dislike anything non African, I’ve just reached a balance where my taste is independent of origin where my kinda cool is just based on preference for example I love myself a good Jeffery Archer novel but Chimamanda Ngozi, there’s just something about her literature that reminds me of home. I have found the best of both worlds a fine in between, a deep love for everything home and an appreciation for the rest. I am still exploring, still learning and still growing up African.

Derrick

I think it’s so weird that I’ve never really felt bad that I was born African. I don’t mean that I have not admired other cultures, but wishing I was born of a different culture is not something I’ve indulged in. I guess its because I’ve lived a good life and I cannot complain. Well lets dive into my feelings about this title more:

This is how I’ve always looked at life; We are all human beings, all with the capability of achieving whatever we set our minds too. This fact does not rule out whether you are black, white, asian, or even brown. As a child, color didn’t mean anything until I started learning about racism.

Growing up African wasn’t always easy for me though hehe. The fear of parents was way too much. I recall dad would come back home from work and we (my siblings and I) would all clear out of the living room and go hide in our bedrooms. I feel like we missed out on having a closer relationship with our parents because of the fear of punishment heheh. The punishment here was real! That’s something I wish I had earlier even though after the third child is born, Parents become so chilled out and the punishment disappears. It’s therefore hard out here growing up the first born of an African 😅. I guess the fear was our kind respect but oh well! I wish that could be changed a bit

Growing up African, I also had the opportunity to travel to different countries and have a taste of what’s out there. And guess what I fell in love with some aspects out there. I mean I love so many things about the African culture most especially the music and the dancing. That’s just definitely the aspect i love the most! The Arts are way ahead here. However when it comes to Innovation, Engineering, Planning and many other aspects, which are things that I really love Africa is way behind. I’m really hoping my career prospects will be beneficial and influential to the development of those aspects of Africa.

I guess a little exposure has led to me live while to merging a variety of cultures. This pop-culture is all about what’s new, what’s aesthetic and also living a good Absolute Fun Quality Of life without changing all the fundamental amazing qualities of the African Culture that I’ve grown up in.

Any thoughts and experiences on growing up African? Leave us a comment below this post.

Uncategorized

How we met…

Vanitah

Afro cocktail is probably not the most ideal name one would think of when it comes to a blog, but Hey we are africans and we love drinking plus our culture feels more like a fusion of a little bit of everything just like cocktails. We usually get together with our friends to buy drinks, have fun, party and all but how cool is it to get together with your friends to do something you all love and are really passionate about like writing a book, opening up a store or randomly starting a blog 😉.

Even if we went to the same school We were initially not as as close back then as we are now. We were nothing more than mere strangers back then. (Well I believe they didn’t even know that I existed back then 😂😂). I bet the only thing we had in common was our friendship with Chris (yeah he is that one friend that gets unintentionally left out because he won’t show up) oooohhhh and probably being in the same house with Christine.

What I distinctively remember about both of them from that time is probably Christine’s philanthropic work at Sanyu babies home. And well Derrick 😂😂, i could talk about that one time him and a bunch of other guys showed up to their last s4 rollcall in skirts or how him and other Saf boys used to terrorize us with their laughter as we walked past their table in the dining hall (much as I love him now, I would probably have wrangled is neck back then if I had the chance 😂😂). Long story short we kind of met on Snapchat and trust me when i say it has been one of the best things that ever happened in their lives ( jk.) but it’s definitely one of the greatest things that have ever happened to me. These two are the Best support system a girl could ever ask for. The understanding, love and support is forever present even if we don’t talk everyday (because of our crazy schedules and time differences plus i am bad at calling and Texting people). These two dwanzis are the kind that will cry, celebrate and stand by you through all situations and i love them for that. I am a very loyal person <that kind of ride or die friend> just like my two co-bloggers and it’s just funny how we are so different yet so alike. But that’s a story for another day.

Christine

So how did I meet these guys?

Let me start with Vanitah. Interesting as it may seem, we are from the same secondary a.k.a. high school (King’s College Budo), but while there, our lives had never crossed paths, her being classes below me and all. We actually became friends via Snapchat. So she happened to be friends with an old friend at the time. I’d heard of her in that dismissive way you get to know about a friend of a friend. I am not sure who reached out first, via DM but I was very sceptical. You know how you just cannot trust the internet, I really thought she had an agenda. However, I gave her the benefit of doubt and well the rest is history. (PS: I am still weary of internet DMs, she was just the special exception). I just had no idea that I’d meet a friend for life; someone with the right mix of humour, empathy, kindness, ambition all tied up in one tiny knot of woman. Life…

As for Derrick, well he is my SPECIAL person. We met at King’s College Budo still and were pursuing the same combination (Physics, Chemistry and Mathematics) for the advanced level, a class of 3 girls and 33 boys. That’s an intimidating static despite feeling anything but. Me and Derrick became fast friends, with his unending laughter and ready smiles, it was a match made in heaven. We always sat next to each other in the mathematics lessons and it was a never a dull moment. I might have aged backwards due to that constant laughter (we do laugh a lot!). Well after high school, we joined university at the same time, were in the same hostel, did karaoke together, cooked, laughed more, talked life and generally grew as humans. I think he was the most constant person in my life at a point where most friendships were swinging doors. I always knew to expect a friend in him regardless plus my go-to for a good laugh…always.

I am glad we happened to be in the same universe at the same time and crossed paths. These guys really give me life ☺️.

Derrick

//Typed on my work desk on Friday evening right before leaving work. 

Ha, Hard question! Well How I Met Christine is easier to answer. In A-level, Christine joined my school, King’s College, and she was from Namagunga ( a school we all knew had hot chics and were frankly always excited to meet). She just so happened to be in my class in which we talked mostly in the maths lessons since we happened to sit across each other on the same table. Christine and I together with two other acquaintances at the table in that maths class called ourselves “the corner”. All I can remember about that corner is that we laughed all the time, it was crazy. Hell, we almost failed maths. We probably never got chased out of that class because the teacher was her uncle hehe. Anyway i guess that’s when we really clicked and once we were at the university and living in the same hostel we practically talked all the time. We cooked food together. Hell, we even gossiped haha. We went on fun Karaoke nights alone on Mondays and we even sang “Call me maybe” and literally shut down the entire bar that Monday haha. Good times!!! I miss hanging that much. We were literally in each others business so much that we got close to Vanitah together.  

I guess this in now the best time to introduce how I met Vanitah. Well, it was through social media. I know what youre thinking, I slid in the DM. heheh. Nope. We were snapchat friends and we definetely watched each others stories. Till you know we got to chatting, which led to me knowing that she was in King’s College too. So yeah! It turned out that we were all in the same school at the same time. And before i knew it, Christine also knew her from snap and we were always facetiming her since she lives in Denmark. Trust me, Vanitah is hilarious! and she also cares about her friends. She’s just good good vibes. We all got so close that we actually hosted on each others snap accounts.

Finally, a few months back, Christine and I got to meet Vanitah for the first time when she came to Kampala for like a week. It was such a good dinner. We caught up, laughed, ate and started the idea for this blog.

Uncategorized

New Year Resolutions

Vanitah + Christine + Derrick

Vanitah

So my non existent new year excitement has finally died down and now I have to think and plan for what I want to see and achieve in the coming twelve months. With the mentality that I Will only Reap What I sow. I decided to jot down some of my resolutions for the new year (some these are totally new to me while others I adapted to in the midst of the previous year and I thought I should keep them).

– Going to bed on time. My insomnia tends to get the best of me but if I can manage to get more than 5 hours of sleep that could be helpful especially with my crazy schedule. 

-Drinking more water. I tend to forget this at times and when I do remember, I prefer drinking hot water to cold water. Plus I know my hair and skin Will Definitely Thank me for it. 

– Praying more. To me this is more like having a conversation with God where i thank for his abundant love. I talk about my feelings and plans as well as ask for guidance. 

– Working out 🏋️‍♀️ I think it’s about time me and the gym work on this off and on relationship we have. 

– Eating more fruits 🍉🍓🍇🍌🥭🥑and vegetables 🌶 🥗🥦🥕. I love my fruits and veggies but at times I forget to eat them as often as I should. I feel like my once a day is not enough so I will definitely have to do better.

– Travel…I have a few countries that i would love to see on my bucket list and i believe it wouldn’t hurt to knock one or two of them off of that list this year🤷🏾‍♀️.

– Be kinder to myself. I tend to be more sympathetic and understanding towards others but too hypercritical towards myself. Like I will give someone the benefit of the doubt if something goes wrong but when it comes to me I will be like I should have done more to prevent that from happening. This year I choose to believe in myself, respect myself and treat me well with all the kindness I can muster because I can’t control how kind other people are to me but can sure as hell control how kind I am to me. 

– Read more. I love reading novels so I definitely wouldn’t mind cheating on my phone and tv with a good book or two.

– Saving…With the online shopping and the fuzzy feeling of money literally burning holes in our wallet (the itch to spend every penny), the saving culture can be one of those difficult things to adapt but once taken upon, you never regret. 

– Telling my loved ones what they really mean to me. We never know when it can be the last time we are seeing or talking to certain individuals because life works and evolves in mysterious ways. I get that i tend to be absorbed and busy with my own endeavors and tasks but I know that this should not stop me from letting people know that I love and care about them. After all actions speak louder than words. So i hope i get better in 2019.

img_0650

Christine

Well this beautiful blog (I hope you find it beautiful) was borne in the amazing mind of Vanitah.  It’s now the three of us, me and Derrick included. Initially, it was to be a guide to melanin hair kind of thing, until we realized, being a person of color is more than just hair. Being Africans by decent, Ugandans to be specific, we have so much more to share about our traditions, culture, interests and just generally things we care about. We know this platform is just the place and we are excited to embark on this amazing journey.

So my resolutions this year:

-Remember to cut myself some slack. I am only human after all.

-Love myself first. I know this sounds like an anthem but when you’re at a point of utmost self love, you love everyone and everything better and most of all you’re happy.

-Which brings me to the third. I am going to choose to be happy regardless and see the good in all situations. Yes, happiness actually is a choice and is one that I am putting above all else this year.

-Face all situations head on. I used to have a tendency of sweeping things under the rug…well no more. I am going to wear my big girl pants and face the good and the bad and hopefully learn and grow from it. I believe this is what we’re created for: to grow and learn.

-Make a difference however small in my community. Whether it means giving to the needy on the streets or committing to a charity, I would like to bless someone the way I’ve been blessed and give them a reason to live. Even if it’s just for a day, I want to bring a smile on their face.

-Lose the weight I earnestly gained the past year. This I have started diligently already. I have learnt consistency is key. 1 day of cardio a week does not erase the 7 days of junk (I’ve learned the hard way).

-Read at least one non-fiction book a month. Again, learning is the best way to grow.

-Do everything like as if it’s the only thing I can do well at that moment. I hope this helps me commit and do things better and with more passion.

– Read my bible and pray everyday. I am a Christian in faith and deed and I choose this path daily because I’ve come through my most trying and beautiful life moments as a result of believing in something bigger than myself. To me, being Christian is a lifestyle of humility, empathy, charity, love and most of all service above self. This is the basis of all that I am and growing to be.

whatsapp image 2019-01-06 at 18.29.57

Derrick

Seated in my favorite a bar alone on the first Friday night of the year I decided to finish my write up for the first blog on Afrococktail. It’s so weird I’m alone in this somewhat crowded place but I’m so happy. This year 2019 is definitely going to be a good year. Like I’ve just been texting a friend of mine, it’s all about good vibes! I’m so excited for this journey with my close friends Vanitah + Christine on this blog. It’s going to be a crazy ride, you’ll need to hold on! Before I start on stating my New Year’s Resolutions, I know you’re all asking yourselves why I’m alone in my favorite bar. I’m not a loner. It just so happened that one of my best friends stood me up. Anyway for my New Year’s resolutions, I will share with you only a few because I’m one of those people with soooo many. And yes! I will be surely ticking them off one by one this year, I said.

– I want to enjoy life more! I’m one of those people who always wish for the perfect moment and at times I get to miss what’s right infront of me because I have a better way it could have happened in my mind. For example if this was 2018, I would have left this bar like 10 minutes after entering and being alone but I realized that the music is great, the drinks are cold AF and the crowd is beautiful. Plus I’m having me-time. Sounds chilled, right?!

– I want to share more about my life. With this 2019, I get to have two blogs running at the same time. Which means an extra story of my life everytime I Post. I feel that with sharing what we are going through we reach out to many people in the same experience. Well we also entertain, I hope hahaha.

– I want to love more and say it out loud more. Many times we don’t even tell our mums we love them let alone our friends. We need to share our feelings more. It doesn’t take anything away form us so what the hell!!!!

– I also want to be extremely productive. I recently started working at my first job at the age of 23 and damn, works hard but weirdly fulfilling, ON PAYDAY. Haha

Anyway long blog post cut short! I’m excited to have you on this blog. It’s going to be amazing considering I’ve co-blogged with both Christine and Vanitah on my blog at the posts are both a hit! Let’s do this!!!

img_1449