I was about seven years old, it was seven something in the morning, and little did I know, I was about to break my first bone, specifically my left wrist. Both my parents worked in the city and as a result I was dropped off early in the morning at ‘before school day-care’ which was … Continue reading My Broken Bones Trilogy. Part 1: The Fallen and The Dancer
They say the first step towards improving yourself is to admit that you have a problem. So, I confess! I’m a couch potato! And I only slightly feel bad about it, maybe 10% bad. I love sitting down. I love my couch, I love sitting on it, reclining on it, napping on it. I do … Continue reading I confess. I’m a couch potato
It was my boyfriend and I’s first holiday together abroad. It was the first time I visited Japan. It was the trip we would get it engaged. It was also the trip I became an airplane medical emergency. We were going to Tokyo, Japan, I place I had dreamed of going for a long time. … Continue reading I was an airplane medical emergency
We've all heard it, 'you can't die in your dreams! Your brain can't cope, and it will wake you up just before you die'. Or the 'if you die in your dream, you die in real life'. Well, I've definitely died in my dreams, more than once, I didn't wake up and the dream just … Continue reading You can’t die in dreams? Sure you can!
I was about 7 or 8 years old when my parents woke me up early in the morning to take me to the hospital. It was still dark outside when we got to hospital, but there was a hint of light from the sunrise. We were directed to my hospital room, got changed into hospital … Continue reading Getting my tonsils removed
The other day I was wandering around myself and I suddenly remembered a petrifying dream I had as a six-ish year old. At least, it was petrifying to the six year old version of me. Me now? I'm tough as nails...no dream can phase me! *Lies* Here is how the nightmare unfolded... The dream started … Continue reading My worst nightmare: the murderous dolls.
This is my first post! It's not as deep as the title makes it sound, I promise. "So, tell me who you are, tell me who [insert name] is?" I've always hated this question, because the answer is always...uhhhh I dunno... This question seems to throw me into a mini existential crisis where I ponder … Continue reading Who am I?