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I can't think of a title, but I waited a whole year to write this down

For this post, I’ll begin my story with the most cliché of words. Exactly one year ago today, my life changed. A day I never dreamt about, a day I would have never pictured in my head. It was a day with no expectations, and all I thought of was the end goal. I just had to get through day 1 of school and everything else would fall into place.  But there’s a risk in never dreaming about things. You get overwhelmed by reality and become complacent. A lesson I learnt 20 days later. I remember the exact moment of this beautiful realization, and I’ve taken this lesson through the darkest, coldest, hottest and brightest days of my year.  Lesson 1: Be intentional...dream of a goal The chronic planner in me obviously loved this. However I admit, it’s both a blessing and a curse. I don’t take to surprises too well. But when you’re constantly mapping out your next steps, life sometimes rewards you. Other times, I learn the hard way that things will not magically work out
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Feeling Inspired...(Part 2)

I like a man who thinks. I like a man who's witty, who  always gets what he wants when all odds are against him. I like a man who's ready to roll up his sleeves and dig through the dirt, literally . I like a man with a past, fearless of who he is and ready to battle his demons. I like a man who's vulnerable enough to let his guard down,  yet strong enough to protect his ego. I can't get enough of that man .  Thomas Shelby, 5 years gone by in 5 days, and I can't stop watching you!  10 minutes before watching Peaky Blinders  "great reviews, but why the dull scenes? I need colour and less murk. Can I really stand the fight scenes, too much blood for me. I need something funny, this doesn't look like it. Oh well, it has good reviews, it must be good for something. Might as well watch. If I don't like it, then I'll sleep" 40 minutes into Peaky Blinders  "okay, this took a turn, a museum...simpler times for spies huh" 6 e

When I forget...

When I forget, time reminds me Hours  can turn into months, months into hours What I once hoped for, I no longer care for When I forget, growth  reminds me Gain can turn into pain, victories turn into lessons What I once cried for, I smile about When I forget, the world reminds me Alone I may be, but lonely not always What I once yearned for, I could live without  When I forget, thoughts embrace me Reminding me....  Lessons take time, Lose hope but never lose the faith, Live for yourself, love others too Contradictions are lessons Embrace it all, it's the joy of living When you forget, remember, always remember you are living  That's enough to never forget.

Start Acting, Stop Typing

June, how I've waited for you! 23 days down with  30 minutes to spew out my thoughts to the world. Here we go... I never like to talk about my life in here, instead I only add the bits I feel would implicate me less in this era of  'hey guys, welcome to my channel'. As much as I want to keep things mysterious to spice up my online persona, I feel like a lot can go wrong with an audience that hides behind screens. I would rather take my chances on being as evasive as possible. Yes, I'm admitting  to my cowardice.  However, I will defend my stance by saying that whatever thoughts I type in here, are rarely inspired by my own life. Rather, they have everything to do with how I perceive the world (people/places/things/ANYTHING)  around me. That's the inspiration. What I hide  is under lock and key in  a mind vault labelled "PRIVATE, for Yvette's crazy thoughts only". The world around me and how I would like to change it through the words I share is wh

Feeling Frenchy...and inspired (Part 1)

L’avenir dépend de ce que vous faites aujourd'hui I'm supposed to be writing an essay right now, yet here I am  typing away non-academically! Oh well, I'll consider this as practice.  It's been a while since I got on here (life's still happening as usual), and my thoughts have stuck with me through a new yet familiar chapter of life. What would I do without them? And so today, after a long  pause, they nudged me to get it all out. So here we go, therapy in session. "Hi, my name is Yvette and I'm a binge-watcher." I unashamedly admit that and openly thank the Netflix account that's been there for me with my regular fix of binge-worthy shows. Now that it's out in public, let me proceed to flip this addiction into a life-lesson.  I have a specific taste in shows, simple really. As long as it's entertaining, witty and/or funny with something I can learn from, I'm in! However, only recently have my Netflix suggestions fa

Dumb Moves and a Miserable Life

Welcome to my mid-2018 life lessons. A keen look into the mind of a serial emotional over-thinker.  #InMyFeelingsChallenge (Keeping up with 2018 trends) Three years ago in August, thanks to binge-watching Fresh Prince of Belair, I ended up looking for Will Smith movies to occupy my Saturday movie-night. Like some unforeseen fate, I went back to my all-time favourite, grab-a-tissue movie ‘The pursuit of Happyness’. This movie gets me every time! Long story short, the remixed title of the movie  became my go-to social media hashtag i.e #inpursuitofhappiness . It was inspirational and in all essence of the word, a really good hashtag to use in this day and age of vanity with a tinge of humility. For all you social media fans out there, we see it all the time; find a cute photo of yourself, then add an inspirational tagline to avoid the vanity of it all. Besides being a good caption to use, those words came at a time in my life when I needed to find MY happiness. Since

Big Girls Don't Cry

Nothing kills me more softly than saying goodbye. There's  nothing good in goodbye, and there never will be. It's my humble request to revise this English word. It's easy to say goodbye but the feeling that comes with it is a like a slow blow to the heart. I may  be exaggerating the description, but truth be told, saying goodbye is hard for me. Case in point, 8 years ago, I began a tradition that I thought would make this heart of mine  tough enough to withstand the pains of goodbye. I could never stand the thought of saying goodbye to my sister at the airport. I was always the one person left behind at home while everyone else escorted her. The sight  of seeing her climb up the boarding stairs made the goodbye more real!! She was leaving me!!! In retrospect, my actions didn't  make sense because I still said my  goodbye at home. Lucky for me, no one bothered with my decision to stay. BooHoo!! I'm all grown up now and I wish I  had been there till the very la