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 Not gonna lie, I still find it hard to talk about what i'm gonna talk about now, but I believe that if I start talking about it, I'll feel better. January 2023. A month that started so well yet had the biggest plot twist of my life. We entered the new year cheerful (and drunk, apparently), shooting fireworks, drinking champagne. All was well, until around the 2nd week of Jan, where my mom suddenly felt sick, and at some stage, totally unable to walk under her own power. My dad decided to take her to the hospital. That day, was unfortunately, the last time I saw her in person. For that whole week, I was left taking care of her business, while my dad went to see her. Every time I talked to her over call or WhatsApp, she sounded alright... I was certain that she was gonna come back home. On the 16th of January, I remember sending her a video of the puppies we just got, showing her how cute they are. I sent that video in the morning and she responded with "The puppies are her...

* sigh* I bet you’re surprised to see yet another blog from me. That’s right. The blog isn’t dead just yet. I just haven’t really had the motivation to write for a while, until 2 weeks back. So to keep you all company in the meantime,please, enjoy a collection of my thoughts dating from 27/06 to 06/07 _________________________________________ 06/27 11:48 It’s 11:48… I feel somehow. Like sad, but not sad if that makes sense. Might as well be in my own world right now. Everyone’s going crazy talking and listening to music. Sommer listen to my Drill/house playlist and isolate myself for now. I’ll be back in a few. 13:15 I feel worse… feel depressed. Tired and depressed. Why? No fucking clue. Maybe its another mood swing. ADHD? Possibly. Like, I don’t exist right now 13:20 I think 1 hug from the back from her did the trick… No longer do I feel as sad. I feel slightly better now. 15:07 I’m tired. Nothing more 06/28 10:36 Today’s a good day. Happy as can be for no reason. Just a happy boy, l...

This here is a compilation of thoughts that I wrote down, and I thought i'd share it with you guys, so enjoy!! I went from being energetic, from participating in classes, to just being a figure… a figure who’s just there nje. I went from getting satisfactory results to getting sub-par marks for the subjects I used to do well with. Where did I go wrong? Is it academic pressure? Is it pressure that I put on myself? Is it just me boing lazy? I was once a boy who thought only positive things who turned to being somebody who tends to overthink even the tiniest of things? Just a person with negative thoughts that tend to escape the mental prison that I "locked" them down in. “What if I get low marks?” “What if I get rejected?” All these “ what ifs ” flowing through my mind. Am I neglecting myself? Is what my dad saying true? That I’m just gonna fail? That I won’t succeed? That I’m not going to make it in life if I don't change my ways? I keep saying no, but at this stage, t...

 I know some of you readers prefer chilling alone in your room, playing the music of your choice, watching YouTube or juts talking to your friends on WhatsApp (be it a voice or video call). I do this a lot as well... trying to isolate myself from the outside world that is the living room. 😂 However, sometimes you should just allocate some time to chill with your mom or your dad, or both if you're fortunate enough. For some reason, moments with them are (somewhat) unforgettable (unless you want to intentionally forget a particular moment because they brought up a topic that you didn't want to talk about). Be it taking a long walk with them, going to the mall with them or even going hiking, any time with your family is *most probably* a good time. Trust me when I say: Spend as much time as possible with them... even if they decide to press on your buttons for no apparent reason. Cherish every moment you get with them, because tomorrow is never guaranteed, and you might regret no...

 *Sigh* Rejection... Taking an L. Some people say it's a part of life, and I do agree with that. There's no way anyone on earth hasn't been rejected. In fact, I guarantee almost all of you guys reading this blog have been rejected one way or another. I don't know about you all, but I can't take an L. I simply can't stand the thought of  someone saying no. Why? Well... During the valentines week of 2019, I asked a then new girl whether she wanted to be my date to the V-Ball that my school hosted that year. She said no. That whole week, I couldn't stop thinking about that moment. My mood instantly dropped. For the whole of that week, I felt off. So much so that I made the decision not to attend that year's celebration (I was meant to come with my friends). On the day of the V-Ball, which began at 16:30, I left for home straight afterschool. I may also seem shy around girls... but deep down I know that I simply cannot simply just approach a girl. Why? I...

 You know, there are regular friends, then there are special friends. Sure, with regular friends you could have a blast talking to them, cracking jokes and just having a good time together, then you get the special friends... Now these friends... these friends are one of a kind. With friends like these, you know you can have a good time with them, but also talk some deep and personal stuff with. You feel very comfortable around and with them. They'll lend you an ear for you to vent out, and they'll (occasionally) give you good advice. They'll crack you up when you feel down. They'll pick you up if you've hit rock bottom. You see these people, these people are one of the best people you'll meet! Cherish them. Savour every moment with them. Enjoy their presence! You (yes, you. The one reading this blog...) also have special friends. I'm certain about that one. You also have someone you can talk to about things happening in your life. You also have someone that...

Crushes We've all had a crush on someone before, am I lying? Be it now or sometime before, when you were younger, you always had your eyes on this one boy/girl. Me, well... I've had crushes on many a girl, and many of those crushes i've never followed through with... It always started and ended the same: There's an attractive girl; I get attracted; I look at that person like a creep; it ends there 🤷🏾‍♂️ There are a few exceptions to that... namely the time I burst out of my bubble and decided to follow through with the crush... I told a girl how I felt about her... She said "we'll talk about that"... we haven't talked about it since. These days, however, that crushes 'cycle' has gone through a radical change. Now it goes like this: I see an attractive girl; I get attracted; I talk to the girl; we become friends; we talk even more(occasionally) then it kinda ends there....  I feel like shit's gonna be too awkward and probably embarassing e...

This is one of my attempts at a fictional story... Enjoy the story! It was a calm night here in Honeydew. There were clear skies outside and little to no activity in the neighbourhood. I was in the house alone (as usual). My parents always worked the night shift, so I always spent the weeknights alone. I sat by the window, counting the stars while eating a bowl of instant noodles. It was not my first time spending the night alone. Ever since 2019, when my parents got a new job, I have been left alone, so I was used to it. However, what happened on that night I did not expect. I called it a night at 11:04pm. I switched off the television and the lights and went to my bedroom. I tucked myself into bed and scrolled through Instagram on my phone. It takes me a while to fall asleep, so I spent quite a while on Instagram. As the clock signalled the start of a new day (it was 12AM) I heard several loud footsteps outside the house. I thought that it was just a couple of passers-by. How wrong...

I don't know about you guys, but I find washing dishes more than just washing dishes...(I dunno whether that makes sense) For me, washing dishes is like an oppurtunity to go over my life and my decisions, maybe even talk to myself and run a bit of a check on myself. Usually, when I wash dishes, I put my earphones in, play some music and zone out from reality for about 45 minutes. Last night (on the day this was published), after 2 weeks of not listening to music, I sorted my songs in the order I wanted to play them, and as soon as I dipped my hands into the hot water to begin, my subconscious mind instantly took over... especially with this song: This song was the first song in my playlist, and it instantly took me back to 2018, when I first heard it on an episode of Top Gear where James May drove the Range Rover Evoque through Death Valley. I inagined myself driving to Limpopo with my wife as a passenger in my new Range Rover Evoque, with this very song playing through the speaker...

 To most of you who know me, you may have noticed that i'm always staring at my laptop screen... You may think that i'm a computer geek... that I know everything about comupters. There's a bit more than that. You see, the only reason I'm behind the screen 95% of the time is because that is the place I run to when something doesn't pan out right in my life. It's a place I run to when i'm feeling down. It's the place I run to when the outcomes don't favour me. A computer is my safe zone, a place where I can isolate myself from the real world. It's the only place where I can control everything, kind of like a Lucid Dream. It's a place that makes me smile, a place where I can laugh alone, a place where I can't be criticized.

We all have dreams. Some dream to become a doctor, while others dream to be something else. I also have a dream... (or should I say had). Like a few people, I want to be a race car driver... For those who know me, I’m a diehard petrolhead. I absolutely love cars with a passion.  It all started back in 2015 (if I’m not mistaken 🤷🏾‍♂️) I’ve just been introduced to this thing called Formula 1... you know, that sport where we watch incredibly sophisticated machines zoom around a track at 300 kph for about an hour and a half. Ever since the day I got bitten by the F1 bug, I’ve been addicted to hearing that 1.6 litre V6 revving to 15 000 RPM. One day, I had a thought while watching “Passion for Speed” at 7AM on IGNITION (channel 189 on DSTV). I thought to myself “I want to become a Racing driver. I want to race for a living” Of course, I pitched my thought to my parents. They said they couldn’t get me karting...(I don’t quite remember the exact answer... but it must have been something...

 What's the point of saying that you can choose your own topic when you're still going to reject some? Don't understand what's going on you ask? Well, let me enlighten you: I'm in the English period on Microsoft Teams. The teacher says to us that he wants us to write a speech. We can choose any topic that comes to mind, but, we have to run the topics through him before we start.  *enlightenment over...* In my mind I think "Time to unleash the beast". I instantly came up with the topic " A list of the fastest cars in the modern generation " That's a good topic, right? Of course... to the general public (or the non-petrolheads), they'd think that the fastest cars in the world are Lamborghinis, Ferraris and the like... But there are other companies that make cars even faster than those... the likes of Hennessey, Bugatti, SSC. These are considered hypercars ... Bet you didn't know that. So, it's now time to pitch our topics to the tea...

  School. Seven Crappy Hours Of Our Lives. School has most of us waking up at 5AM and sleeping at 12AM. School has us learning things that have no use at all in what we want to do to put bread on the table (except Life Sciences for doctors-to-be). School be getting us filled with stress at a young age, with most learners being sleep deprived. Imagine. The recommended amount of sleep is 7-8 hours, but physics learners are out here pulling off all-nighters. That's not healthy at all! We go to school for seven and even eight hours just to listen to 4 OR 5 teachers (depending on the timetable) read something from a textbook that another person wrote. Can't we do that ourselves? Our parents pay school fees for us to sit in a stuffy classroom listening to another person read something written by another person (lord knows where that person got his information from, but anyway). When are schools actually going to teach us the stuff we NEED to know to survive in the urban jungle? When ...

Hi. This is me. I am Tshifhiwa. I am 16 years of age. Welcome to my blog. Here, I will be writing my thoughts on many things, some personal, and others... Well, you're going to have to read if you want to find out.   Enjoy your stay on this here blog, and keep your eyes peeled for new posts.