We’re all prone to being hoarders, even if just a little bit. While we may not be on the level of appearing on a reality show about it, there’s always that lingering fear that we just can’t let go of things we know we .
I’m attached to my iPhone as much as I’m attached to a block of Cadbury or a giant skinny cappuccino. It’s something I have never been able to kick, but admittedly, I’ve never actually tried. So this long weekend, I .
These days, it’s easy to fall into the trap of social media pressure and quick-fix diets that seem all the rage. The problem with the kinds of fad diets we see everyday is that they are usually lacking an important macronutrient—the composition .
It’s a constant, nagging reminder: you’re young, therefore you know less, do less, care less, respect less. Allegedly. Probably not a day goes by where I’m not reminded of my age, and not just in the sense that I still get .
I’ve always been the kind of person to write things down, scribble them out and highlight others. For me, it’s a tactic of organisation—the kind where if I didn’t have a method to my own madness, then it’d just be chaos. .
When Making a Murderer first hit our Netflix-proned screens, I was enthralled. Not even that—I was obsessed. It was the first show I’d invested so much time and thought into that was along the lines of true crime, and for some reason or .