Pocketful of Sunshine

This clip from the movie, Easy A, never fails to cheer me up.

I’m going to go watch it another few hundred times now, because I’m very much in need of some cheering up.


Night Bird or… Early Owl?

I’ve always been a bit of both, an early bird and a night owl.

Okay, okay, more of a night owl. But, an early bird on days of school outings and most weekends*.

Nothing has changed. I’m lucky to have a job that starts at 9am unlike most jobs here that start at 8am. What difference does an hour make, you ask? Well, it makes a big fat difference to ME.

I would love to wake up at 6am, except I don’t. I don’t want to say I can’t, because I very well can. So yes, I’m going to admit to you all that I don’t have the will power to wake up at 6am. Or even 7am for that matter.

I never fail to set my alarms the previous night, that start from 6.24am to 7.56am. I usually end up waking up around 7.41am.

*Yesterday, I woke up at 6.30am feeling as fresh as a daisy only to realise two minutes later, that it was Saturday. A HOLIDAY. So what did I do? No points for guessing.

Nope, that isn’t me. I never look like that in bed.

That’s right. I went back to sleep.

That’s more like it.

I’ve spent hours reading articles on ways to wake up early, have even done things like keep my alarm in the cupboard across the room. Lock the cupboard that the alarm is kept in and store the keys in another cupboard.

No, not even that worked.

What do I have to do to wake up at 6am just once? On a weekday, that is.


– Michael Scott

#firstworldproblems: Crappy Shows and Inner Conflict

Warning: Fans of The Vampire Diaries might hate this post.

Also, spoiler alert.

Many TV shows start to get boring or repetitive or just really crappy and complicated after the first few seasons. In my opinion (I repeat, in my opinion*), The Vampire Diaries is one of them. However, I can not get myself to stop watching the damn show. I just need to know ‘what happened next’.

This is me, every single time:



*No offence to vampires all over the world. Although, the show has probably offended many of them**.
**No offence to TVD fans.

Speakeasy #132: I did it for you

What should I cook today?, I think as I scroll through recipes on Pinterest. Kevin, my fiancé, loves food. I, on the other hand, love cooking and am a pretty awesome cook. Kev’s words, not mine.

Lemon Chicken Romano. That looks delicious.

“Danny, when can I expect the reports?”

“Yum, I mean, umm.. tomorrow afternoon. I only need to…”

“Please see that they’re on my table no later than 1 PM,” my boss, Letty, snaps before I can complete myself and walks out, slamming the door behind her.

I feel my face go red with anger. I’ve been taking this crap for so long now. I.. I really need to… save money for the wedding, I cut myself short.

As if on cue, my phone lights up to display a message from Kev: “Honey, please tell me you aren’t working late today. I would love to see your face NOW. Oh, and I’m cooking tonight.”

I respond: “Leaving the office 5PM sharp. Only for you <3”


Where IS Letty? I wonder. I hadn’t seen her since she went out to lunch and she hadn’t even responded to any of my emails. Not that I want to see her face. Besides, it is 5 PM.

I immediately start packing up with a big grin on my face.

That report can wait till tomorrow. I’ve been working late every day for the past week anyway.

I grab my bag and walk out of the building to see Kev leaning against his car in the parking lot, smiling at me.

Kev and I have been engaged for exactly one year and three months now and are to get married in a month. The thought of spending the rest of my life with him makes me forget every silly worry of mine.


I run to hug him.

“What’s with the surprise? And you’re cooking tonight? You never cook! Not that I’m complaining.”

“Slow down, Danny. It’s been ages since I did anything romantic for you.”

“But that dinner you took me to on Friday night..  That was romantic.”

“It wasn’t romantic enough.”

“I love you,” I smile and squeeze his arm.


“Are you reading that same book again?” Kev asks over the kitchen counter as he slices some vegetables.

“It’s the story, not the book. You know I could read The Fall of the House of Usher a hundred times every day and not tire of it,” I respond.


“Kev? Honey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just cut my finger.”

Jumping off the couch, I run to the kitchen counter to examine his cut finger. I stop halfway and gasp loudly on seeing the small pool of blood on the kitchen floor. How could one finger cause so much blood?

I dash into the guest toilet and pull out the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet, at the same time yelling at Kevin to hold his hand still. As I leap back to where he stands, he looks as though he’s chopping something, with a pained expression on his face.

“Why are you still…..” I shout.

Kevin had chopped the top of his three fingers and was halfway on to the fourth.

“Stop it! What are you doing?” I continue to yell as I yank the bloody knife off his full-fingered hand.

“I’m sorry, Danny. I’m sorry.”

“Stop it, you’re scaring me. Is this a joke?”

“I killed her. I strangled her with my bare hands.”

“Who? Who are you talking about? You’re scaring me. You need to stop.”

“I killed Letty,” Kevin replies; his handsome face drenched in sweat.

“You did what?”

“We ran into each other after lunch and I offered her a lift back to the office. As soon as she got into the car, I strangled her. I killed Letty,” he explains, now smiling and crying at the same time.

“I did it for you,” he continues as he pulls out a butcher knife from the nearest kitchen drawer.

“Okay, you need to calm down,” I try to reason with him. “Please put the knife down,” I can feel my head ready to explode.

“I only did it to make you happy. I’m very sorry,” he says as he raises the butcher knife and slices half his left arm off.

I feel my knees giving way.

The knife clatters to the ground and a scream pierces the night.


This is my second attempt at the Speakeasy. Writing fiction, especially horror fiction, isn’t exactly my forte. But I decided to give it a try anyway.

You can find the whole challenge here.

Happy ‘Halloween-week Eve’, everyone!

Please get off my bed

Happiness is…. not sharing a bed!

We had relatives over the last two nights. In other words, I had to share my bed with my cousin. Not for one night, TWO nights.

Now, I can be very fussy about ‘my space’. In queues, I hate when people stand so close to me, so close that I can feel their various body parts. No ma’am, it’s not okay for you to be this close to me even though you’re a woman. And no, I don’t want to be harassed by your boobs.

Same with MY bed. I’m not a sleep-fighter (read: a person who kicks around in his sleep). I often wake up with a numb arm or leg from sleeping too long in one position.

Life was good when I got my single bed replaced with this ‘princessy’ queen-sized bed. What I didn’t realise till two days ago is that…. I’d be expected to share my bed with sleep-fighter cousins. Not cool.

Okay, I lied. I'm not that tall.

Okay, I lied. I’m not that tall.

My bed is MY bed. It’s what I miss most when I force myself to get off it every morning. It’s what I run back to, when I get back home.

I love my bed so much, that I’m starting to tear up as I type this. Though, that’s probably from no sleep and all the bruises my cousin gave me last night.

True story

And now I’m all sleepy and grumpy. And I’ve got work tomorrow.
Early night for me tonight, while I fall asleep to my favourite new discovery, The Bed and… I mean, The Head and the Heart’s Another Story.

Have a good weekend, rest-of-the-world!

Answer in Song

Thanks Steve, for this great and fun idea.

(1) Go to the music player of your choice and put it on shuffle.
(2) Say the following questions aloud and press play.the song title as your answers.
(3) Use the song title as your answers

1. How does the world see me?


Yes, I probably should pull this blanket off me first.

2. Will I have a happy life?


True. But doesn’t answer the question.

3. What do my friends really think of me?

LOVE IS A VERB – John Mayer

No idea, but I do know what they think love is.

4. Do people secretly like me?


Haha, errr, okay then.

5. How can I make myself happy?


By finding the things I lost in the fire, how else?? 

6. What should I do with my life?

GIVING UP – Ingrid Michaelson


7. How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?


Mmmhmm, no comment.

8. Will I ever have children?


Haha, couldnt have answered that better.

9. Will I die happy?


Um. Okay.

10. What is some good advice for me?


I shouldve listened, right? On second thoughts, Im glad I didnt.

11. What is happiness?


Wait, what is this quiz trying to tell me? 

12. What is my favorite fetish?

DIRTY HARRY – Gorillaz

That’s right. Harry, tell them. O_o

13. How will I be remembered?

POET – Bastille

Umm, nope, I dont think so.

14. Why should life be full of so much pain?

DIE ALONE – Ingrid Michaelson