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July | 2016 | #gts2xplr
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8230;Exploring the surreal in art, people and places. Monthly Archives: July 2016. July 15, 2016. A mind so feeble. Incomprehensible of what is unanticipated. Grains that hold in tact the dunes of knowledge,. Knowledge flowing by gravity between your fingers. A grain of sand, is the feeble mind. Note 5: Lost…to be continued. July 15, 2016. Swakopmund, Namibia – Natache. Lost is man, who in himself, finds a lost woman…his reflection. Who are his ancestors? Does he have a soul? Lost is his society.
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March | 2016 | #gts2xplr
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8230;Exploring the surreal in art, people and places. Monthly Archives: March 2016. Note 4: I AS BLCK WMN. March 31, 2016. Finding you, yourself of the inner ancestral past,. Locked within the DNA of your soul,. A fabric of well preserved threading,. Only you can understand. Travelogues of an African Girl. Find me on Twitter. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. Namibia's new Fashion and Lifestyle Magazine. Just your average millenial. 100 COUNTRIES. 1 LIFETIME. LET'S TRAVEL!
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8230;Exploring the surreal in art, people and places. 13 Ways To Travel When You Have No Money →. June 15, 2015. Summer rains, 2011. Summer rains, 2011. 13 Ways To Travel When You Have No Money →. 2 thoughts on “ Note 2. July 1, 2015 at 10:18 am. Tasha…. U have a blog? Well, me too. heyyyyy. Liked by 1 person. July 2, 2015 at 4:41 pm. We need to express oursellves bra lol aweh! Liked by 1 person. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Note 3: Eating out | #gts2xplr
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8230;Exploring the surreal in art, people and places. 13 Ways To Travel When You Have No Money. Note 4: I AS BLCK WMN →. Note 3: Eating out. February 10, 2016. English words in South African accents, latest western hit music and the sound of footsteps…incoming and outbound…fill the ambiance of the eatery I have chosen to spend my spare hour…or two. I am seated at a bright red booth meant for 6…I asked the waiter for one…I guess my backpack gets a seat then. I choked on their silence…. Find me on Twitter.
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June | 2015 | #gts2xplr
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8230;Exploring the surreal in art, people and places. Monthly Archives: June 2015. June 15, 2015. Summer rains, 2011. Summer rains, 2011. June 15, 2015. Autumn, 2013, at a UKZN Campus. June 14, 2015. Time is a non-existent entity, of which we measure using clocks or watches. Why on earth do we measure time? June 13, 2015. I still fail to understand how/ why freckles on the body of a woman, are accepted by society;. But yet body hair, apart from the hair on your head and eyebrows, is frowned upon? I don&#...
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December | 2014 | Chronicles Of John Doe
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Chronicles Of John Doe. My train of thoughts and experiences sometimes gets too much to keep to myself. I think of you in the depths of my despair, when times are tough. What Would Papa Do? What Would Papa Say? 365 days later, I still miss you. Rest in eternal peace TS, daddy, my hero. 16 November 1960 22 December 2014. December 22, 2014. Follow Chronicles Of John Doe on WordPress.com. On Why Can’t He Just Be Like Eve…. On Please Help Me…. On Please Help Me…. On Please Help Me…. Follow Blog via Email.
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November | 2014 | Chronicles Of John Doe
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Chronicles Of John Doe. My train of thoughts and experiences sometimes gets too much to keep to myself. In school, we have a hundred lessons that teach us how to get through life, and not one lesson on how to go on living. There are five stages of grief. They look different on all of us. But there are always five: DENIAL, ANGER, BARGAINING, DEPRESSION, ACCEPTANCE.”. Adapted from Grey’s Anatomy season 06 episode 01 and 02. November 7, 2014. Follow Chronicles Of John Doe on WordPress.com. In My Not-So-Humb...
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SELF-MEDICATION | Chronicles Of John Doe
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Chronicles Of John Doe. My train of thoughts and experiences sometimes gets too much to keep to myself. It is quite interesting that in many areas of our own lives we want to be our own physicians. We too want to self-medicate. We believe that we can. March 4, 2015. Googling Myself 2.0. An Ode To Boring Love →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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All you never said. | Chronicles Of John Doe
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Chronicles Of John Doe. My train of thoughts and experiences sometimes gets too much to keep to myself. All you never said. I waited for those words from you but the longer I waited, the more I realized that I might hear them, just not from you. We talked about everything and anything except the elephant in the room, yet I was still hooked onto your every word. We parted ways and I still waited for you to say those words. And tagged Relationships. unspoken words. emotions. December 18, 2013. Follow Chron...
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February | 2016 | #gts2xplr
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8230;Exploring the surreal in art, people and places. Monthly Archives: February 2016. Note 3: Eating out. February 10, 2016. English words in South African accents, latest western hit music and the sound of footsteps…incoming and outbound…fill the ambiance of the eatery I have chosen to spend my spare hour…or two. I am seated at a bright red booth meant for 6…I asked the waiter for one…I guess my backpack gets a seat then. I choked on their silence…. Travelogues of an African Girl. Find me on Twitter.