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ttwasiima – Page 2 – "Being a writer means you get to live vicariously through your characters.”
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Being a writer means you get to live vicariously through your characters. October 11, 2014. How Long Has It Been…? I make such a list every single year and fall short every year but i follow through with the routine none the less clinging to the hope that one year i will muster enough self discpline to move up from five spoons of sugar to maybe one and a half but all that is for future purposes. Back to the now and what has been happening. August 19, 2014. August 19, 2014. August 7, 2014. I am at that st...
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January | 2016 | Discovery; Fulfilling my Destiny
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Discovery; Fulfilling my Destiny. A disappointment, a loss and a Groom. 40 days over 40 smiles. The Versatile Blogger Award. January 31, 2016. It is not often that I get to write on Sunday but I thought it only fair to respond to this challenge before life got in the way. Thanks Simon. For nominating me. I noticed you ‘stole’ some of the people I would have thought to nominate. I still haven’t quite figured out my ‘lucky 15’ but I shall save it for the end. 7 facts about me…*shriek*. I am living my dream.
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March 2015 – ttwasiima
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March 26, 2015. January 19, 2016. What keeps me up at night…. Do you remember the first time you began to believe that as a man, you were automatically better than a woman, when you were first told that as a young girl, your place was not to talk among men but to sit silently as that is your natural place? We have become so accustomed to carrying on with binary restrictions that we no longer question if it is right or wrong; for if society has lived that way for generations, then surely, it must be right!
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Before i am grey and old…with aching bones – ttwasiima
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January 14, 2015. May 8, 2016. Before i am grey and old…with aching bones. 1-Write a detailed plan complete with pie-chats and stick people on how to rob a bank. 2-Dance on a bar counter or at least on top of a table. If you have seen Coyote Ugly, you will agree that this is something to do before you are old and grey. Most bars will definately kick me out but that’s just another thing i need to do-. That is all i have so far….those are pretty much the fun crazy things i can think of so. Hahaha ati dance...
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How Long Has It Been…? – ttwasiima
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October 11, 2014. How Long Has It Been…? I make such a list every single year and fall short every year but i follow through with the routine none the less clinging to the hope that one year i will muster enough self discpline to move up from five spoons of sugar to maybe one and a half but all that is for future purposes. Back to the now and what has been happening. I feel like i am evolving into such an adult; caring about my health, caring about conversations that don’t come through texts…. You are co...
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Challenge Accepted! – ttwasiima
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August 19, 2014. August 19, 2014. The other day i was reminded about why as an individual i need to work even harder and buy a personal car. Let me put this simply- Taxis Suck! How Long Has It Been…? 2 thoughts on “ Challenge Accepted! May 11, 2016 at 1:05 pm. Hahahahaha… The other day, i went by the salon and felt the need to do a christmas colour stunt on my head. You just gave me more reason to actually do it and come swing my head a couple of times next to your nose…. Beautiful one here Trish. On The...
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What keeps me up at night… – ttwasiima
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March 26, 2015. January 19, 2016. What keeps me up at night…. Do you remember the first time you began to believe that as a man, you were automatically better than a woman, when you were first told that as a young girl, your place was not to talk among men but to sit silently as that is your natural place? We have become so accustomed to carrying on with binary restrictions that we no longer question if it is right or wrong; for if society has lived that way for generations, then surely, it must be right!
