About

I am convinced that I am the love child of the local gangster. I just know it. My mother is far too cool to have kids with my father, also, my dad and I have absolutely nothing in common (aside from the fact that we both sing along to the Glee soundtrack. But that’s not a fact we share with people that often).  Anyway, the gangster; he looked at me once when I saw him in a pub and he smiled and that’s when I knew. He is my real Dad.

Of course, I’m just fantasizing, but a girl can dream cant she?! (Imagine my weekly pocket money!) I seem to have a lot of those, unrealistic dreams that I convince myself are going to come true one day. For example, I day dream that I’m going to set up my own bedroom in the Eiffel Tower. Or that Hugh Jackman is going to wake up one day and realise that I am the missing piece of his incomplete life.

Despite all these wild crazy love affairs that I fantasize about with actors and cities, I do also have some dreams that I can actually make come true in my life. One of them, and I’d say it’s the most important, is making my mother proud of me by doing what I love to do the most: writing. And I know that with hard work and determination (and fear that she’ll get someone to beat me with a stick if I don’t succeed), I will make her proud. If I do this, then I can finally achieve my ultimate goal of being the favourite child in the house. But considering I’m the only girl in a house full of 4 brothers, it’s not exactly going a tough competition now, is it?