Time for another heartbreak?!

There is something that worries me lately. Although, I guess, worry is a big word. But it’s something that I do think about every now and then: What if I lose ‘my writing’? You see, I started this blog in august, suffering from the worst heartbreak my heart has ever (and hopefully will ever) suffered.

Tinder Tales – Why ARE we here?

“En wat zoek jij op Tinder, dan?’Translation: ‘So, what are you looking for on Tinder?’ It is THE most seen line (by me, anyway) on Tinder that tends to come up in pretty much ANY conversation I have on there (there’s quite some data available). And it vexes me to no end. Seriously. This poor

Best Value Man Hunting

Earlier this year I switched jobs from software testing (and project coordination) at one of my companies clients to an entirely new field (bidmanagement) within the company itself. I went from being an external asset to swinging it as an internal manager. Quite the chance AND quite the change, let me tell you. Now –

Decidably Soupy

Anyone that knows me a little knows this about me: I love soup. Sure. Anything fried, greasy or otherwise bad-for-my-health ALSO makes me do a little happy dance. But on the whole, if I had to pick one type of meal to eat for the rest of my life…it would be soup. Soup rocks. I

Would you date yourself?

Hairdresser wait times. They are a particular timezone all their own, it seems. You’re warped into a bend of time where it starts to crawl so slowly that reading anything becomes acceptable just to make the clock run faster.  Even….. Cosmopolitan (or some shitty how-to-be-a-woman magazine of a similar category). And as I sat there

Getting over ‘it’.

There’s still a lot of times each week that I get a sharp little ping that reminds me that I’m (still) not over ‘it’. A nasty little jab, a painful tiny sting, a searing jolt in the side – just to remind me there’s still a world of hurt right there, in plain sight. And

Pineapple men: Taking the bad with the good?

Fruits are supposed to be good for you – or so they say. Unless you’re me (and well, the whole boatload of other people who are hypersensitive to certain fruits). Because eating fruits is always a bit like playing Russian Roulette when it comes to my mouth. Where some fruits are fine, some give me

The ‘Where’s Waldo’ love-quest.

There’s something interesting about knowing how things work. As in, there’s intoxicating power in knowing the functionality, hacks and tricks hiding behind concepts that not everyone understands. Take multiple choice exams, for instance. Once you figure out the basic tips of how to eliminate the two obviously-wrong answers (by either erasing the odd ones out