“Too crazy for me, I guess,” was his last text and while I was tempted to answer “oh boy, you have no idea, mohaha” I didn’t bother to reply and just like that my one and only Tinder experience turned…
Category: Funny
The mystery of the missing socks: a sort of love story for the misfits
We have all been there. Laundry has been done, and after tirelessly matching all the socks, only two are left and they clearly do not to belong together. It makes no sense, yet it happens all the time. Anne was…
The time I was mistaken for a prostitute in Dublin
Yesterday evening I had a WTF?! experience of completely outrageous proportions. I was mistaken for a prostitute. Now, you probably thinking that I was wearing my usual miniskirts, high heels and maybe my oh-so-cool black hat (which would be no…
A PhD storyline…
The dark side of a doing a PhD no one properly warned you about In addition to some really rather wonderful things, doing a PhD comes with a lot of emotional luggage. It’s like dating that hot chick/dude in school…
Hitting a Travel Milestone: Missing the Flight
I’ve finally done it. I missed my very first flight. On many occasions have I been causally sitting around the airport to be the last person to enter the plane, in mid-run I could’ve been found rushing to the gate,…
Fear: Diving and driving on Koh Tao
My heart was beating at its absolute maximum, and not in the good way. I was drowning. Or so my body thought, my mind knew I had plenty of air. All I needed to do was to breath steadily through…
Passed out in Railay, Thailand
Exhausted I am lounging at my bungalow hotel: Rapala Rockwood. The mosquitoes are feeding on me, I (too) have eaten too much, I’ve burned all body parts above my waist, my legs are still shaky after climbing up to the…
Strangers touching my butt, or “I’m so dirty”
I believe that, in general, we should always be open to new experiences. That we should with an open mind put ourselves in situations we have never been in before. And should we find ourselves surprised at what we just…
“Running” late to Barcelona
It started with me throwing all my fruits and snacks along with the garbage as I was rushing to the bus stop. Right there and then, I should have understood that it was just ‘one of those days.’ Within minutes…
Brussels part 1: Repeated realisations
I had forgotten to put on a skirt. This realisation hit me as I walked through the door, not while leaving my house but entering the personnel office at the university. Naturally, the day I forgot how to get dress…