A Lousy Excuse for a Hardship

My sister and I grew up in the same house. We have the same mother and the same father. We went to the same primary school and the same secondary school. We both have a big nose, and we both wore dental braces when we were young. So here's the million dollar question: why can my sister dance while cooking, whist I haven't been able to cook myself a proper meal in months?

The Dress

Exciting news! I bought the dress for my PhD defence. A black lace dress, classic, simple, chic, in which I will defend my thesis on 14 December. Unfortunately, beauty has a price. Seeing that dress so elegantly draped around the ultra-skinny shoulders of my mannequin, I kind of, er, decided to stop eating again... CONTINUE READING