Diaries of an alcoholic

People can start to feel like a distant memory; folded away between an old copy of wuthering heights. You know the kind. They start to resemble drunken nights, The events of the past begin to shape-shift into distorted images and blurs. Only sometimes, you don’t want to wake up with no recollection of what went…

Spain- Day 242

I realized I haven’t blogged about Spain half as much as I should’ve. After all, I did spend about a month of my exchange there. The first thing you notice about Alicante, is that there’s no hurry. Everyone seems to be so at ease and focusing on the now. It’s among the only places where…

Regenerating Rhymes

So I sent in an entry for a competition where you get a sonnet which has ever alternate line missing and you have to complete it with your own words. This was the original sonnet I received: In Spring See how the trees and the osiers lithe  Are green bedecked and the woods are blithe,…

Day 40 – Getting lost

I feel a little lost these days. It’s like that feeling of numbness in chaos. I don’t know what to do when and I’m just floating there. School is way too long for my taste, it feels like it’s a never ending maze. I like to believe my classes are going well but more often…

Day 35- The time I had a Barabapapa

I don’t really know what to say these days. Words fail me. I haven’t been up to much lately. I went for an AFS activity on saturday and we played escape rooms in Mechelen, it was great, I actually really like the entire AFS team. I went for a party that night and it was…

Day 25- Belgium

How to survive being an exchange student in 5 simple steps: Month 1 (Easy version) (i) Immerse yourself in the language. Notice how listening to things you don’t understand all day gives you a slight headache in your left temple and all of a sudden you’re aware of how numb your body feels. Regret your…

Day 23- Belgium

Things that my inner voice has said to me the past few days on train rides in a foreign country I now call home; (i) I wonder why there is no universal language if all the emotions we try to convey are more often than not the same with just different strings of alphabets joined…

The little boy

I saw a little boy today. He wasn’t someone special, if anything he was strangely ordinary. His hair seemed as though they could use a good wash yet were neatly tucked away from his face. A dark skin tone characterized by patches of dirt on his body; and ragged clothes that had been repeatedly worn…

If today was your last day…

My best friend gave me the best advice He said each day’s a gift and not a given right Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind And try to take the path less traveled by That first step you take is the longest stride If today was your last day And tomorrow was too…