By Julia Love
One day, around the break up with my 3 year college boyfriend, my mom said to me, “Never give a man everything! You should always keep something to yourself. Even these friends of yours who came here today, you shouldn’t tell them everything about your relationship. You must keep some things to yourself.” In the same manner that I have always taken advise from people, so I did on this particular day-with a pinch of skepticism.
When I was about 11 years old my dad opened a video library. He and my mom named it after my little sister who had just been born and named after my late grand ma but I thought that naming the business after her was super lame, only because it was so uncreative. Twelve years later mom and dad went into the tents and deco business and after they named the company Pelo Tents after the first two letters of their first names, I realised I had no chance in dragging them out of predictability. Continue reading
By Julia Love
There is a girl I know that inspired me to write this piece. She is sweet, funny, sometimes vulnerable and very, very, beautiful. She is selfish, disloyal, deceitful, infuriatingly opportunistic and a former gold digger-I think. She is also in deep need, in a subtle and secret way, for a man-to complete her and make her smile, to love her and promise to marry her one day. Continue reading
Once, I wrote a poem. It was called, ‘I am the bloody turf’. I wrote the poem when I was going through my first break up with a guy I had dated for close to three years. Our on again off again relationship was scarred but the love we shared was … something that still makes me smile. During that break up, a huge part of me wanted my boyfriend back because it pained to exist without him but then another part of me reminded me how bad things had gotten and how illogical it was that I should be wanting that again. Because of these two strong pulls, I felt like there were two sides of me: The Heart and The Mind. Later when I wrote the poem, I added a third side: Me. Continue reading
I’m one of those graphic thinkers. Growing up I always used pictures and images to think, describe events and cram for exams. I would have a 100% better chance of getting an answer correct if there was a diagram supporting the answer than I would of it was just a bunch of words. Continue reading
When I was growing up, I thought that parents fighting, father’s cheating, husbands (or wives) beating each other up, alcoholic parents you name it, was a thing of ‘their‘ generation and not my generation. I honestly thought that my little childhood friends and I would grow up being different, that we would never cheat or fight or over indulge in alcohol because we knew it was bad. I thought that my 12 year old next door neighbor Eddie would never do these things to his wife because we were different. Continue reading
Sequel to ‘Who You Give it To’
I am extremely excited to write this particular article because it is so, so dear to me. *Wiggling fingers* let’s begin shall we!
In 2011, I had the pleasure and displeasure of meeting a great teacher. He was over six feet tall with a domineering frame, strong presence and a captivating quality in his arrogant speech. I was consumed by his aura and unapologetic ego. He soon became a frequent visitor in my life. Continue reading
I heard it many times, that as a woman, you end up dating/marrying your father. I’ve always had an opinion about such myths but I held back my sentiments on this one. It was a weird thing to think about-dating my dad ( (shudder) ) and so I thought it was complete rubbish; ‘Cosmo propaganda’ is what I called it. Continue reading
I read somewhere that 25 is the ‘Quarter Life Crisis’ age. I was surprised that this was a shared belief since I recall last year telling my older friends that I felt like I was going through some sorta ‘quarter life crisis or something’; after which we laughed it over of course. Continue reading
For a piece I thought I would come to write with as much ease as the thought crosses my mind, ‘The One’ has proved to be a difficult article to construct. Either this subject is too wide and vast to grasp a point upon which to begin discussion, or it has just left me blank. Ironic really.
Because I was experiencing some sort of writer’s block with this one (despite my urging desire to write about it) I bought a romance novel. Nothing too erotic – a Nicholas Sparks, you know… the guy who wrote ‘The Notebook’? Continue reading