Guest Blogger: Claudia Oliveira

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With Spring having fully sprung (so much so that it feels like Summer), I thought that with the new season came quite a fitting reason to not only feature my first guest blogger, but to also feature a topic that I seldom ever delve into myself: make-up. My dear friend, Claudia Oliveira, whom I believe to be one of the…

‘Danced With Disappointment’

Recently, I have found myself dancing. Not dancing in any way or form that would resemble that of twerking, but rather with dance moves resembling a person whom has actually yet to learn the requisite dance moves. Where the usual dance floor that I was once so accustomed to was lit with strobe lights, sticky from spilled drinks and stomped…

Running Past Your Comfort Zone x

Comfort zones. Ah! The humble abode for many such as myself, a place to reside with a guarantee of very little interruption, inadvertently guaranteeing very little growth. For the longest time, my personal comfort zone has been exactly that, a zone where I found most of my comfort from, and upon having stumbled upon one of the most challenging years…

Gloomy Days, Warm Soul: The Vow x

And where the clouds were nothing more than a blanket over the blue sky, covering the promises of a new day’s sunshine & dampening no less than the sun-kissed souls that awaited a new hope in the sun daily, she chose to be the light that darkness couldn’t take away, to be the stars that heard whispers of other’s wishes…

The Birds That Flew By x

Lonely bird, with wings flying far & fast, Flew right through the clouds that were made of her past, With nothing but the sounds of whistles through the air, The clasps of her claws held onto nothing, not even a care. Beautiful bird, with wings alight & with star-bright gleams, Looked different to the others, a warm heart none had…

Confessions Of A Girl Who Can’t Read The Map X

Up until recently, I managed to completely side-step all or any conversations focused on the future and where it may take me, not because I have no interest in such conversations (because I genuinely do), but rather because I genuinely do not have the solid, concrete answer some (or even I) would like to hear. One of my all time…