Miller’s Crossing 24 Sept 2017

..A big screen classic.

Went to Japanese festival with old primary school friend T in Trafalger Square.

Tried my hand at Japanese Calligraphy. Jelly seems to be a popular dessert choice: Jelly and red kidney bean paste (Yokan) was delicious, a savory flavour for persons with a less than sweet tooth.

Went to the BFI to see Miller’s Crossing, after trying to see El Cercle. Latter was fully booked but we ended up eating out at Wagas and touring the Tate.





10km Surrey Hills 24 Sept 2017

For the first time in my life I signed up to an organised 10km run.

I signed up because I was influenced by a *stranger*, who will be going to Dhm, said he was doing the North Run (21km/13.1miles). I replied I was doing a 10km and immediately began looking for one.

On reflection, being so vulnerable to other people’s activities concerns me. I need to be my own individual.

Who LEARNS from others, but does not copy.

I need to start directing my own life. I’m 18.

I need to start adult.

I need to share my activities with my friends and family more widely.


As I ran, I noticed I was going at my own pace. Fast enough to feel the burn but slow enough to finish the race. I only trained the night before. 9.6km at 10.30pm on 23-09-2017. Not because I didn’t want to train, but because the arch of my right foot feels painful. As a result I am going to a podiatrist on tuesday to figure something out.

It felt amazing to run again.

Through the forest, the confer trunks blocking all but rays of sunlight that fell onto the path, creating a golden carpet. Silence.

Time was 1:10:11 for 10km. There’s only one way forward. UP!

I want to run 20km this time next year. LET’S do this!!


Running Plan:

Sept 2017- 10km Surrey Hills – 1:10:11 (Target 1:15:00)

5 November – 10km MoRun  —– registration closes 31 October !!

Dec 2017- 15km

March 2018-15km

June 2018- 21km (11 June) – 10km (19 June) HALF MARATHON Continue reading “10km Surrey Hills 24 Sept 2017”

No change please.

People are always going to say no.

Not to you but to change.

Humans naturally want to stay in stasis.

We want to feel safe.

Unless we are motivated from some other factor, they don’t want change.


When you suggest something spontaneously

a small thing. Something fun.

They might say no, labelling it as ridiculous, stupid or a waste of time.




Don’t live the lie that life is perfect.


They might be right. Maybe it is a waste of time.

Listen to them if your suggestion is a serious plan.


But an 18 year old building a poor sandcastle in London Southbank?

“Oh my that’s so stupid.”

Secretly it makes them laugh.

It forms stories, memories.


People like to be around people who are not afraid to try new things.

Who make them laugh.


No-one is living your life for you.

Make it a story. Build a plot. Build character.


Make life worth it.

My Mom

I don’t want to tell my parents how I am feeling because I don’t want to make my mom anymore anxious than she already does. I worry about her. She doesn’t go out in fear of the house being burgled or a fatal event happening in london or our town. She goes to pilates twice a week and lipreading once a week. Struggles with her hearing,  with comprehension and articulating her thoughts. When I talk to her, our conversation concerns our immediate situation.  Food. Weather. What she’s cooking for dinner. What she used to do when she was a kid. Empty topics. I don’t know what to talk about with her because whenever I begin a story, it soon turns to what she has experienced. One sided. Our conversation usually contains her anecdotes that I have heard before, or phrases beginning with”that’s why.” It’s an explanatory discussion. Tries to justify her actions. It feels like I don’t “get” her, or even worse, she doesn’t “get” me

As a daughter I fear I am learning from her. I feel less able to talk about extrapolated topics. Have fun chats. Humorous. Light hearted. She doesn’t understand banter so this simply doesn’t happen in my life unless I’m with friends.

What friends?

I cut them all off.

It’s true. I don’t tell her what happens in my life.



We live alone.

This is probably the most striking lessons I have learnt during the last few months.

Definitely one of the hardest.

Throughout primary school and secondary school, our teachers encourage us. Our parents provide us with support. They want us to succeed, to give us the strongest start in life. At some point we have to begin our own lives. We have to find a way to encourage ourselves. Ultimately, we live alone.

We live our own lives. We share our stories of life with family and friends since they don’t experience our lives first hand. This makes oral story telling so vital. If we are unable to share our memories, life lessons and skills engagingly, they lose interest. Granted they still love us, but we lose an element of social interaction.

At some point the scaffolding that has been there to support us though younger stages of development will be removed. But if, for some reason, we have cheated the system to achieve high marks, appear popular or be momentarily satisfied, the removal of the scaffolding is all the harder.

Perhaps this triggers the onset of depression during the late teens. Particularly during high achievers. Relatively its easy to gain full marks: Find the syllabus. Find a revision guide. Cram. 95%. A*.

I’ve learnt that this is toxic for future development. This method does not stimulate interest, creative thinking or engagement; skills that are unbelievably vital in other areas of life. But for those who have depended on this method soon hit a brick wall at A level/ IB/ university.

  • We haven’t LEARNT how to sustain interest in a course.
  • We haven’t LEARNT how to revise methodically.
  • We haven’t LEARNT how to learn WITHOUT the provision of information in a neat concise booklet.
  • We haven’t LEARNT how to summarise new information.
  • We need to learn how to USE our knowledge rather than RECALL it. 

While “blaming” our parents or teachers for not giving us this skill is attractive, now it is our turn to help ourselves. For how can we expect others to help us if we are too lazy to help ourselves? We are aware that we lack self motivation or self discipline. Thus it is our duty to fulfil our own ambitions.

I do not mean that we shouldn’t seek help from other people. Only that we must not depend on them to give us what we need. They have lives too.

We live alone.

Who we define ourselves is due to our own choices.

There is always a choice.

Choose your own identity.

Don’t let it be chosen for you.

Seven Unsuccesses

Alas here I am, legs crossed, supporting an apple macbookpro on one knee and a bowl of nuts on the other. Bloodshot eyes, cosy dressing down on. Textbooks, papers and literature spewed all over the floor. White desk covered in flashcards, papers, pens.

Writing a blog that explicitly publicises my doubts regrets and what-ifs is more than likely more harmful than good. I beg to differ. A problem shared is a problem halved.

Initially this post was called fourteen failures but I wanted to reflect a slightly more optimistic approach to this forthcoming list; so I halved to seven. Seven unsuccesses. Sibilance. Go English Lit.

This afternoon I had a breakdown here’s why:

  1. Exams start next week
  2. I need 38 IB points and 7 SL Maths
  3. I suffered from Glandular Fever which subtracted a week and a half of revision
  4. My revision has not been productive
  5. I focused too much on the “future” that I forgot to account for the present
  6. If I dont get 38 points and 7 SL maths I dont go to Durham
  7. If I dont get 38 points I cant get to Nottingham
  8. Then I have to go through clearing. Where will I end up
  9. What will results day bring? I have done shit all when it counts
  10. I have lost motivation to work
  11. I promised myself Id get 43 points
  12. I promised myself id work hard
  13. I promised myself that I’d have a brilliant body for summer
  14. Is economics even right for me?
  15. What am I doing with my life?
  16. What is life? Why is life.
  17. What right do I have to compare myself to people I think have “better lives” or “better opportunities” than I, when there are millions of people who have risked their lives from persecution, civil wars, economic strife fora better life. I sit on a soft mattress with nutritious food, a roof over my head, family. Yet this appreciation for my social position concerns my previously highly held ambition.
  18. I’ve tried so hard throughout IB and GCSE, what has changed?

I read a Quora post that argued that instead of aiming for dreams, aspirations, focusing on routine is more important and exponentially raises the chance of reaching it. Another blog post promoted creating a goal for every activity to avoid mindlessly living.

Seven Unsuccesses:

  1. Told myself to restrict my social life, but sacrificed study for it.
  2. No english essay practice completed
  3. Lost motivation to study (what am I doing, writing this post?!)
  4. I promised myself I’d get fit for summer
  5. I promised myself I’d get all my notes done and be completing past papers
  6. I promised myself I’d eat well, and go to bed early
  7. I promised myself I’d be prepared.

TBH I felt far better after writing the first 18 list. Now I dont.


I feel trapped in a hole, unable to break out of it. There’s not enough time to prepare enough so what’s the point to even try?

I did a maths past paper. Would have just scraped a 6. Tried an Econ Paper 1 paper, ran out of time.

I thought I’d be so prepared for this shit. I was so prepared in Y12. What happened?


Let me reiterate that:



I aim to sacrifice my social life until the 17th of May 2017. That being said, it’s still important to talk to people, go out and destress, alongside stretching out my poor right hand from frantically scribbling notes. I do enjoy revising, studying, even. I like the structure and fact that I am in complete control over my results. Although I am interested in, say, English essays, and delving into books, I find it particularly challenging to bring the book to life throughout the essay, by selecting appropriate quotes to construct strong arguments. On the other hand, revision is voluntary. I know what I have to learn, the time frame and I like the knowledge that during this time I will not receive big projects with deadlines. Yet I enjoy coursework too. I am a pedantic student, a perfectionist, and I aspire to be the best that I can be.

The only trouble is that I seem to be unable to be the best at social life too. Maybe the reason I enjoy exam season is that everyone else is confined to their desks; drama virtually non-existent; social gatherings postponed until after exams. It is during this time that I can excel in my introversion. It is possible to focus on myself rather than on the opinions of other people.

After my final exam, I will be sociable as an otter. (Imagine a cute one). Summer 2015 was phenomenal. I went out every evening, looked after my body, went to bed early, ran, ate well. I want this Summer 2017 to surpass it.

On reflection, I feel that I get stressed by exams, by school easily even though I enjoy it. The balance between social and academia is a challenge I aim to surpass. During the year, I tend not to go out a lot. Hang out in the study area. And my general knowledge is pretty poor in regards to general general knowledge and friendship general knowledge; without school I learn more about other people, about myself and I go out into London, or meet up with friends often. This, however, is unsustainable. When I start work, there will be no “final exams”. When I start university, there is no excuse for me not to make good friends. In reality, it is vitally important to learn how to make more acquaintances, friends and be marginally more popular. For networking reasons. I cannot afford not to lose friendships that I have made.

My body weight determines how sociable I feel. If I have eaten badly that week such as bowls of cereal after school, bread or biscuits or not restraining my carb intake with the amount of exercise I do, my cheeks inflate, and I lose cheekbone definition.

Reasons I get lazy with my diet:

  1. Complacency: I work out until I am happy with my shape, and then believe I will magically retain it.
  2. That time of the month: I like my cereals ok. Every fricken’ month.
  3. Tiredness. Go to bed late (because studying at 12am is totally productive, and then I have to message people) and the following day I just don’t want to sleep. Side note: Am I scared of sleeping?- that’s a topic I’ll talk about on another post.
  4. I watch Suits/Billions at like 4pm after school to relax, and when no one is with me I sneak into the kitchen and make myself some lunch but once I finish that, the programme hasn’t finished so I tend towards cereals, bread, sandwich, and before I know it it’s all gone downhill.

About three weeks ago I was very motivated with my health. Went to gym daily, skipped lunch, scrambled egg or porridge for breakfast. Normally sized dinner. I was more confident, so I spoke more. Maybe I don’t socialise a lot when I feel disgusting because I don’t want people to look at me? Back then, I was confident. At the moment, not so much.


Exam season allows me to focus on myself. There is more freedom to study how I want to. I am not confined my homework projects, but I am free to allocate my time to how it is most efficient, which also means going to the gym and running, as well as eating well.

One of my tasks over summer is to figure out how to make my health a complementary part of my academic life to reach the social scholarly balance.



I wish my name was adenine. So I could get paired with U. #IBBiologyRevision