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It’s a Sunday evening, I sat through the last Sunday football match: Chelsea vs Liverpool, I’m a Chelsea fan, don’t ask me about the final score, google it, and my night with Nancy Drew was my treat to forget. That, and popcorn, chocolate flavoured popcorn. My inspiration: recreating the scene in the President’s Daughter when Katie Holmes character goes on a movie date and mixes my two-favourite junk— excuse me— empty calories together:...

Hey, it's me, wanna do brunch? Stephen. Ten Things Running Through My Mind About That Brunch: Dress. Red's too loud for the day so go with the yellow strapless dress you keep putting off. It's not skin tight and you do plan to eat, so comfort is everything. Shoes. Go black, six-inch, wedge. There's nothing better than a polished sun kissed look. Jacket. Go bare! Show off your shoulders, you've got a nice glow, let it be seen. And besides, all...

Cravings. They hate me. It’s Saturday afternoon, I’m lazy, I’m hungry and more importantly… I want cheese. I think to myself, there’s a pizza restaurant not far from my street, maybe I should cover the distance, order some large Hawaiian. Yes, yes, yes, I love pineapples on pizza. Don’t send for me XD Anyway, back to being lazy. I walk over to the fridge, there’s a nice pack of shredded cheddar staring at me. I do this thing whenever I purchase...

Hello…. I'm back. It’s savoury. I crave…. something crunchy… spicy… absolutely filling! Tell you what? We can worry about our waist lines later… Perhaps when we’re not eating… It’s bad multi- tasking, I hear. So, relax, enjoy, eat… modestly? Is that fair to say? Whether you’re having friends over, debating on what to bring over for a family dinner, lunch or brunch, I’ve got you covered. First thing I think about when deciding on a main or side...

I have an announcement…. I’ve got 3 bodies! Sweet, savoury and fit. Note to self, fit applies to well balanced, which implies consistency, which means effort, translation… rare! Very rare, especially in winter when keeping warm turns into another slice of cake please or what some refer to as empty calories (crisps, candy etc). Well they’re not so empty if the scale clearly knows where to find them. But I digress! It’s the sweet body I’m...

Let’s take trip to sunset boulevard and the city of stars… I sang, pressing play, spending my evening with Joe Gillis, the narrator, a man who suspends his writing career to pen a script for a former star, a dying star, and ends up being less of writer and more of her pet along the way. But that’s okay, because if you ask Joe he’ll tell you at least his making a living, especially in the day and age when talent didn’t or wasn’t paying the bills...

Alicia Berenson killed her husband, they say. Brilliant artist Alicia Berenson shoots husband Gabriel five times and lives to not talk about it, so the story goes. She ends up in a psychiatry ward (the Grove) trudging on doses and prescriptions, breathing but silent, present but lost. So when new employee/ psychotherapist Theo Faber joins the Grove, he takes particular interest (or more of a desperate need) to get her to speak: “If you told me...

Ever heard the song Held by Natalie Grant? My mind had it on replay as I went through We Told Six Lies by Victoria Scott. By the way, if you call the twist before the end then you're a better CSI agent than I was, and I was pleasantly surprised. The story is told from two point of views, Molly, the missing protagonist, and Cobain, the boyfriend suspected of kidnapping her. They're both compelling character's, Cobain more so than Molly (in my...

“I pursued a married man. I even slept with him. Oh, and his wife hired me; she kind of knew about it. And by the way, I think one or both of them might be involved with this other girl’s suicide... But her love for (him) is as twisted as everything else about her: It’s all-consuming and toxic and dangerous.” In my own words I guess, Your protagonist Jessica. If any of you are familiar with the Lifetime/ Netflix series You, and you love it, then...

You'll never guess who killed me. M y name is Merritt Monaco, your corpse, and a woman of morals and vice— human (once). Maybe I deserved my ending. Maybe they, the stars of this story, deserved theirs too. Celeste, my best friend, was supposed to wed Benji Winbury, a man of style, wealth and "dignity" just like his father... Tag. Unfortunately I died the night before— Question, if your best friend slash maid of honour died the night before your...