Challenge of the Month: Scary Film At The Cinema

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This is a super late post, but for anyone who might be thinking that this isn’t really a big deal, I am a massive wimp and the scariest film I’ve seen is Scary Movie 3; I couldn’t sleep for days, even though it’s a comedy, apparently…

Yeah, I’m not the biggest fan of scary films.

So how was It?? Not too bad actually! It was more jumpy than scary, and I thought it was quite funny in parts, so I think that helped in making me less scared. I only had to sleep with the lights on for a couple of days so that’s a win… right? Haha, just kidding.


(I’m not kidding).


Challenge of the Month: Lads Holiday

Mahan, Shak and Riyad are three of my dearest friends, so going on holiday with them didn’t seem like a big deal to me, as this is something that we’ve been trying to make a thing since foundation year. Many people were sceptical about me being the only girl, which again, wasn’t really a big deal to me, but it was my first “lads” holiday, which is why I guess it can count as a challenge.

We had a lovely week in Dubrovnik, Croatia; it was so SO much fun! Dubrovnik is a very beautiful, albeit expensive city, and highlights included the Game of Thrones tour, visiting and kayaking around Lokrum Island, our day trip to Montenegro, the amazing view from Panorama restuarant, and the food, ofcourse. SO YUM.





Ofcourse, what happened in Dubrovs stays in Dubrovs, because the things I’ve been privy to would need a whole new blog dedicated to them… hahahahaha, oy vey.

But to answer a question I’ve been getting a lot, the answer is no, Shak and I are not going out. Even though we do make a cute couple- Shak would be the one punching, ofcourse.


Overall it was a great holiday that went way too quickly, and even though the guys can be super annoying sometimes, I love them really, and I know I’m blessed to have them. Three angels tbh…




Challenge of the Month: Tinder

Me: “Mummy, I’m now on Tinder.”

Abs (My mother): “What’s Tinder?”

Me: “It’s a dating app.”

Abs (My mother): ” … Why? Is it for Christians?”

Two very good questions from Abs tbh.

Anyone who follows this blog will know that I like to do something new every month to get out of my comfort zone, but when my housemate first suggested Tinder, I was like HECK to the NO.

You see, as a self proclaimed prude and “ice queen” and Christian, Tinder is something I have never considered. It has a not so great reputation as a sleazy hook up app, and that was what I thought it was for. My housemate was quick to let me know that I was being a bit judgemental, having not experienced it for myself, so I was challenged to try it out.

The goal? To go on a Tinder date and prove that there are nice people on it. So with this in mind, I downloaded the app. Forever #reppingGod, I put my favourite Bible verse in my bio, to let peeps know what I’m about innit:


And then I started swiping, which led me to some… interesting people:

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My first match was with a guy who was a twin as well, and I was so hyped because OMG what are the odds, right? But then he sent me this:

screenshot_20170106-152255    …. So that was the end of that.

In total I matched with about 25 people, which was 25 more than I thought I would match with tbh – one of them used to be the title character in Billy Elliot on the West End, so claim to fame?

And now, on to the Tinder date.

It was with a recent graduate, who was also into films, and worked in healthcare. He suggested going for a drink, and I was quick to let him know that I wasn’t interested in a relationship or anything like that.

(You see, in naive Tai Land, “not interested in a relationship or anything like that” means I just want to be friends, but apparently that not what it means on Tinder. But I digress…)

We met in a pub, and it was… interesting; he came dressed in a suit. A SUIT.

I felt so under dressed in my dungarees (LOL), and it was just very awkward. There were only about 5 people in the whole pub (us included), so it was even more awks. He wasn’t much of a talker – a lot of our conversation was led by me, as he just stared whenever I stopped talking. It was very odd, and a bit unnerving.

Don’t get me wrong, I thought he was nice, but when he abruptly left the pub without saying goodbye, because I didn’t feel comfortable with giving him my number, I knew I had made the right choice. Some people have tried to argue that I was harsh for not giving it to him, as he had “been so nice,” but I was quick to assert that I completely have the right to not give him my number.

I had made it clear to him that us going for drinks was 100% platonic, and I also had no intention of seeing him again, so this “nice guy” entitlement culture is a load of bull. Shout out to the waitress in the pub for agreeing with me; women should not feel pressured to do anything they don’t want to. No. No. NO.

On a lighter note though, Mahan and Shak are the best for coming to the pub to make sure I’d be okay. They pretended not to know me ofcourse, but knowing they were close by was reassuring. I am so blessed to have friends who would come on a date with me, so that’s a positive thing to take away from all this.

Anyway, final thoughts on Tinder:

  • I was wrong for thinking that it’s just for getting with people; friendships can be formed on it too!
  • Personally, it’s not for me though. I didn’t like how it’s mainly based on judging people by how they look, and I felt bad for being so quick to dismiss people because of their chosen profile pictures.
  • So I think I’d prefer to meet people face to face than online; people can be completely different people over social media, and I learned that quickly with my Tinder date… #neveragain.

Challenge(s) of the Month: Body Pump & Body Combat

I am now a gym person.

By gym person, I mean that I am now someone who goes to the gym sometimes. And by sometimes, I mean once or twice a week. I am not enough of a gym person to buy a membership or brave it alone yet, so shout out to York Girl, my ever patient ‘Personal Trainer,’ who makes gyming not so intimidating for me, and makes me feel better about being such a n00b by helping me to laugh at myself.

So to take my gyming to the next level, I decided to try out some classes; Body Pump and Body Combat, to be exact. Long story short, Body Pump was blooming awful and I’m not going back, and Body Combat was super fun, and I’m looking forward to going again.

What made Body Pump so awful, you ask? Well I didn’t realise it involved so much weight lifting- the squats and leg stuff were fine, but I really struggled with the triceps and biceps work, because my arms are so so weak. Part of this stems from my fear of dislocating my shoulder again, so I just couldn’t keep up.

The instructor noticed this, and she then keep picking on and drawing attention to me for the rest of the class. It was embarrassing and very unfair, as I wasn’t the only one who was struggling, and it was my first time! She was aware of this and still didn’t give me a break, which wasn’t very nice.

Body Combat, on the other hand, was so much better! I went with Kiren, who was in my PBL group in year one, and it was a lot of fun; no weights, YAY. It involved a lot of punching and kicking the air, as well as squats (my faves), and some cardio and ab work to finish.

Not going to lie, my motivation to learn defend myself was Gigi Hadid. After watching the video of how she recovered from being picked up by that strange man, I was determined to learn some moves myself. You can never be too careful…

So, watch this space! By the end of the year 3, I’ll be super toned and be able to punch properly 💪👊


Challenge of the Month: Passing Year 2

I’ll admit that I haven’t done anything new for the past couple of months, and this was more of a challenge of the year to be honest, so yes, this is a bit of a cop-out, but trust me, getting through this year has definitely been tough.

As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, this year has involved friendship drama, taking on more responsibility, and ofcourse, dealing with having to find somewhere to stay during exams.

So when I received confirmation that I passed everything and can move on to third year, I cried. But these were tears of joy!

All of this could not have been possible without the grace of God, and for that, I’m so so grateful.

It’s weird to think that this was three years ago, and now I’m halfway through my degree, how time flies!Results Day 2013
This also means that it’s been three years since I started this blog, and over 5000 views and 100+ followers later, I’m still going!

I just want to say a massive thanks to everyone who takes time to read my rambling- I don’t post this blog anywhere, or talk about it much, so every one of those views and follows is from people who came across and chose to read it on their own accord.

You guys are the real MVPs x


Challenge of the Month: Med’s Got Talent

There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of how blessed I am to be at university studying medicine. It’s all possible through the grace of God, so what better way to show how grateful I am than a public proclamation of my faith?

Every year, as part of MedSoc Raising and Giving (MRAG) week, there is a talent show. I came across this performance by CeCe Winans a couple of weeks ago, and it reignited my love for this song, so I decided to sing it in the talent show. I sing a lot- started when I was about 5, began classical training in year 9, and got to Grade 8 at the end of sixth form. I’m also part of the church band and sing most Sundays; singing just makes me really happy.

This was a challenge for me because not many people know I sing. Only my close friends, people who live with me (I annoy my housemates with my incessant singing, sorry guys), and those that go to my church know, because I don’t really talk about it. It was also a challenge because it was my second time singing in public on my own. Growing up, The Keen One a.k.a Kenny, and I always sang together, so I felt very nervous doing this by myself.

How did it go then?

I won!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

I didn’t expect it at all- I was the first to perform, and was gently told that it was unlikely that I would win, as early acts are easier to forget. I didn’t enter to win anyway; my aim was to give a shout out to my main man Jesus, so I was really shocked and overwhelmed by the responses from the judges. I’m still buzzing, SO HAPPY!

I couldn’t have done it without my gym buddy/accompanist/vocal coach, who I will refer to as York Girl. She really went out of her way to play for me- transposing music, booking rehearsal rooms, and giving me tips on producing a better sound (she was tough and quick to point out when I went flat, which I did… a lot). I’m so grateful to her, and I really appreciate her help.

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So yeah, the main take away message from all this? I have a blessed assurance in God 🙂


Challenge of the Month: Eating Out Alone

What do you do when you reaaaaallly want to go to Waffle House but none of your friends are up for it? You go anyway!

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For some reason, eating out alone is this thing that just isn’t done, which makes no sense to me; people eat alone when they’re in their houses anyway, so doing the same in restaurants shouldn’t be any different. It’s not something I’ve ever done though, so I saw no one wanting to Waffle House with me as an opportunity to have some quality Taiwo time.

So what new things have I learnt from this experience?

1. Waiters assume you’re with someone until you correct them.

Table for two?
“No, just one please.”
Oh okay! So sorry!” *Cue frantic rush by waiter to get me a menu*

I got to choose where to sit though, so it was a win tbh.

2. Waiters tend to hover around more when you’re on your own. I got asked quite a few times if I was alright or if I needed anything. Pretty sure they were talking about me too, as I noticed they kept looking in my direction.

3. It wasn’t just the waiters giving me pitying looks- the other customers kept looking at me too. It was mostly older couples there, so I noticed them smiling in my direction a lot. I smiled back, ofcourse; it’s always good to be friendly.

4. It really isn’t a big deal! I quite enjoyed my meal, and I’m definitely going to eat out on my own more. I’m always getting teased for reading on my phone (articles, Ebooks etc) when I’m out with people, so being able to do so without coming across rude was really great.

For anyone who is considering trying it out and feels self-conscious, just remember that anyone who is focusing on you and why you’re eating alone, is clearly not having a good time with whoever they’re with. It’s no problem or business of theirs to be honest.

I asked the waiter to take a picture of me, and he was quite taken aback. Here’s to being a single, independent woman who doesn’t need other people to have a good time 😉