Blogs with Tshifhiwa!

 *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...