My Broken Bones Trilogy. Part 3: The Jinx

I broke my third bone two weeks after having my cast removed for my right wrist (My Broken Bones Trilogy. Part 2: Octopus boy). Do you believe in jinxes? The day I got my cast removed, my Dad laughed ‘hey, wouldn’t it be really funny if you broke your middle finger and had to walk…

How did we meet?

My other half and I are getting married in 3 weeks. *I know, not long to go now!* The past few months have been filled with supplier meetings, forms and lots and lots of money. One of these forms included one from our videographer. One of the sections asked us to share a little about us….

My Broken Bones Trilogy. Part 2: Octopus boy

One year after breaking my first bone (click here if you haven’t read it yet), it happened again. It was the spring-autumn-winter of the early 2000’s. I was in Year 6, my last year of primary school. Back then, every kid looked forward to being the Year 6’s of the school. You were the oldest…

My Broken Bones Trilogy. Part 1: The Fallen and The Dancer

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…

I confess. I’m a couch potato

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…

I was an airplane medical emergency

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….

You can’t die in dreams? Sure you can!

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…

Getting my tonsils removed

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…

My worst nightmare: the murderous dolls.

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…

Who am I?

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…