What I really think of Donald Trump.

I was really disappointed when I found out the Hillary Clinton did not win the election. And flabbergasted about who she lost to. I could not believe that Donald Trump got elected to be the leader of a country as big and as powerful as the USA. 

I have some pretty firm beliefs on leadership. I think that some people were born to be leaders. I think some were born to be followers. And I think some people think they should be followers but soon realise they would make damn good leaders and if given the opportunity would be fantastic (think Bernie Sanders). So where exactly does Trump fit in?

That’s the problem.

He doesn’t.
Now I suppose one can argue that he leads his businesses well, within reason, but well. The thing is, a business is not a country full of people. If one is not happy working for a bad leader in his business, it is not too difficult to find a new and better job, working for perhaps a better person. But it is phenomenally difficult to pick up your family and leave your country and your home due to a bad president. It has been done, but the challenge of doing that can not be compared to leaving one’s place of work. And I believe Trump is trying to run America like his businesses: with an ‘if you don’t like it, too bad, just leave, I’m the boss’ kind of attitude. What he does not realise is that most healthy people create an attachment to their home and country and family and ‘just leaving’ is not a viable option.

Trump does not seem to be the kind of person who will help anyone out without gaining something tangible from it, which is already a huge no-no when it comes to being a good leader. In order to be a successful leader, your feelings and interests have to come last and you have to be mature enough to have the objectivity to find what is best for those who follow you despite one’s personal opinion. Trump may not agree with abortion, but removing funds from planned parenthood is a mistake. His choice for secretary of education may have never used the public school system but the majority of Americans do and she needs to be more mindful on issues of proficiency and growth. 

Also, the fact that Trump hates the media so much is disturbing. Every household has a screen of some kind or form. It is through the media that one can reach people en masse, which is what the leader of a country needs to do. If he really is a ‘people’s president’ and wants to give ‘America back to the people’, how can one rage war and show so much animosity towards the main line of communication with them?

The impression I get is that this man is a coward who lies and uses social media without much thought and then sends his lap dogs out to clean up his messes and since some stains are indelible, they simply make an even bigger mess (alternative facts, anyone?).

His behavior in public is highly inappropriate. Shouting at journalists, constantly interrupting, using racial slurs such as ‘bad hombres’ to describe Mexican men, coining terms like tremendousness and hugely and of course, nobody will ever forget his preference on where to ‘grab’ a woman from. And maybe, he got elected because the average joe can relate to Trump.

But to me, a president and a leader can not be an average joe. A leader is special. A leader is someone who is relatable but can uphold the highest standards of dignity as much as humanly possible. The operative word being ‘human’. When we make mistakes, we back track,apologise and move on. That is how one earns respect, by having the courage to admit when mistaken and learn. Not by claiming ‘alternative facts’ or by trying to justify bad behavior by pointing out mistakes made by the previous administration or by his opponent. 

Bottom line is, a leader is someone the people want to follow and would follow gladly. Someone who’s behavior is an example to all. Do you want to follow a person you can not trust to tell the truth, sees an entire portion of society as blow-up dolls and is willing to allow someone unqualified to be leaders in various fields because their family gave money to his party? Who humiliates people with disabilities and describes his daughter as someone he could date and discusses her physical attributes in public? Remember, if someone in power does it, it makes it ok and normalizes it.

In short, Trump is an average joe. A crude, rich average joe on the lower end of the average spectrum. Which is why he should not be a leader.

He just isn’t special.



Thoughts that cross your mind while shopping for and cooking Christmas lunch

1. Do I have enough food? So you say ‘what the heck!’ and buy more food. As you are unloading the food from your car to your house you think ‘yeah, I bought way too much food….’

2. I will be super ambitious and confident in my culinary skills! I will make a Brie soufflé with cranberry jus, chasseur chicken with potato dauphinois and chilli chocolate mousse for dessert.

3. Fuck this shit. Tried and tested it is. I wonder if there is some feasible shortcut I can take…

4. Ok, maybe I won’t take the shortcut.

5. Who am I kidding? Of course I’ll take the shortcut.

6. It cost how much?? Are you sure the bill total is right? Are imported cranberries really that much?

7. Hot damn. I would have spent less if we had gone to some fancy restaurant.

8. I will play Christmas carols and wear a lovely Santa motif Christmas apron to get into the mood.

9. I will start with dessert because that’s the most fun thing to make, plus it needs time to set in the fridge.

10. Oh God. I forgot that baking is basically a science experiment where exactitude is key. Why did I think this would be fun?

11. Dear Lord, now everything smells of cinnamon and icing sugar.

12. It got all down my apron so it looks like someone shat on Santa’s face.

13. That fancy restaurant idea is looking pretty good right now.

14. The Christmas carols playing on a loop are annoying me. I honestly believe I am trying to ‘Feeeed the Worrrrrld’.

15. A HUGE turkey is set up in the dish surrounded by potatoes and veg and little sprigs of herbs and it looks positively stunning. Just imagine when it is cooked.

16. The dish does not fit in oven. Time to re-think everything.

17. Is it too late to make a reservation at that fancy restaurant?

18. After a bit of turkey feng shui and a smaller dish, it fits in the oven.

19. By some miracle of God, everything cooks nicely and turns out ok. On Christmas day everyone loves your food and you are indeed the culinary queen of your household and your friends and family are in awe of you and Julia Child would be ringing you for tips if she weren’t dead.

20. Until one sets eyes on the mount Everest of crockery in the sink and catches a glimpse of oneself in the mirror and there is turkey juice in my hair and Santa has cranberry sauce in his eye like a rather gruesome case of a cataract surgery gone wrong.

21. Next year we are going to the fancy restaurant.

(no, not my Christmas lunch, that’s a stock photo.)

My top 5 favourite Yuletide movies

I love all things Christmas (except Santa. Read my previous post. He’s terrifying.) I like Christmas food, Christmas jumpers, Christmas hats…I love the lights and the decorations and the cheeriness and the parties and giving gifts and the different nativity scenes and plays and panto…all of it!And of course, I absolutely love Christmas movies. Almost every year there will be one or two Christmas movies at the cinema or some made-for-tv, most of them are forgettable but a few stick in your mind forever.

So here you have my top 5 favourite Christmas movies:

5- How the Grinch stole Christmas (1966)

I love the original, animated Dr. Seuss story. I love the song ‘You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch…’ He is honestly quite a despicable creature however, he manages to turn himself around and unlock his icy cold heart that was two sizes too small. And that restores my faith in humanity. Or in fuzzy, ugly green creatures. It’s all good.

4- National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation (1989)

So it’s my dad who absolutely adores this movie and because of him we all adore it too. And I must admit, there are so many funny bits that are so memorable (SPOILER ALERT)…when the family forget the axe and uproot the humungous Christmas tree, when the cat gets electrocuted, when the Mr. Griswald blinds the neighbours with the house lights he uses for decoration and of course Mela Kaliki Maka…

3- Love Actually (2003)

I watched this for the first time on a whim with my mother. We were out Christmas shopping and she wanted to watch an afternoon movie so we decided upon Love Actually. I was about 19 at the time and it used to be a lot colder at Christmas time (thanks global warming) and I was always wearing some kind of hat. That day I was wearing a fluffy white beret, exactly the same as Martine McCutheon in the scene where they go to the airport. And I remember my mum looking at her and then looking at me and saying we look alike. I do not agree, but it’s a sweet memory. I do not recall any particularly funny bits, except when Rowan Atkinson is trying to wrap Alan Rickman’s (RIP) clandestine present. But all in all, it’s really touching and taps in on reality and manages to remain light hearted at the same time.

2- A Christmas Story (1983)

I watched this for the first time right before we left Canada in 1991. I love it. I believe that kids can relate to this story as well as adults. I loved it then and I love it now. And I can’t help but observe how when I was a child I kind of blocked out all the ‘adult’ bits…like when Ralphie’s mum covers up the fact that her son basically beat the crap out of another kid (he thoroughly deserved it). When I watched the movie as an adult I thought ‘this mum is really quite smart and sensible’ but when I was a kid, I honestly did not care, it did not even register. But as a kid, I thoroughly understood the hatred of meatloaf, crappy Christmas presents, the banning of the word ‘fuck’, and wearing too many layers even though its cold. I think the most memorable bits would have to be the leg lamp (which you can actually buy on Amazon.com), the dad’s pronunciation of the word ‘fragile’, the bunny suit, the possibility of getting one’s tongue stuck on a frozen pole and of course the catch phrase ‘you’ll shoot your eye out’. I did not even know what was a BB gun until I watched that movie.

1- A Muppet Family Christmas (1987)

This is my all time favourite. I love it. The Christmas carols, the entire Jim Henson puppet cast of all the shows…they even remembered the fraggles! It is all just so sweet and it really makes me nostalgic. I remember watching this in our living room around Christmas time in Canada, when the snow was almost up to the windows and we had Christmas holidays and every day was family day and I did not have a care or a worry in the world.

It is full of great one-liners and puns and I think it really grasps what I believe Christmas to be: chaotic, noisy, surrounded by those you love and making memories. And there is absolutely nothing funnier than when the Swedish chef first sets eyes on Big Bird and thinks that he is an over-sized and delicious turkey and he sums all this up by pointing at him and saying ‘Gobbly-gobbly-humungo!’


Heh heh. I’m certainly getting older. Enjoy everyone.

Some things I don’t like about Christmas…

I often declare how I love everything about Christmas. Well to be entirely honest there are some things I don’t like. (I made myself abundantly clear about Santa, so moving on…)

1. Crowds: dear Lord, they are everywhere. Usually a shopping mall would be pretty empty on a Monday afternoon. But no. Come 1st December it is like some mecca for all people from far and near, conglomerating in the palace of commerce. I warn you-there will be body odour.


2. Restaurants: Unless you have a booking, you can forget it. No matter what day it is. Everyone is tired from shopping so nobody wants to cook. You can see people eyeing each other come 7.30pm in a busy shopping district and politely quickening their pace without actually looking at each other in order to arrive at the restaurant down the street first. Then the sneaky bugger who is behind whips out his mobile and makes a booking there and then (the cheeky bastard even has gloves that are smart phone screen friendly) and ends up getting the table you so desperately covet and should be rightfully yours as you were first but did not have the gumption to bring out your phone.


3. Ordering in: unless you place your order at 5pm for delivery you will not receive it before 9pm. Did you honestly think that you were the only clever one to consider a quiet evening in with the cat in your onesie scoffing pizza? Well, you weren’t. And if it’s raining, don’t even bother to pick up the phone. Unless you fancy a mid-night snack, that is.


4. Tacky Christmas decor: I absolutely love Christmas decorations. When they are beautiful. Because many a time, they are not. Wood, glass, crystal, artisan, crochet, embroidered…all good. Plastic, vinyl, neon, vulgar…bad.


5. Christmas cake: eugh. Gross. What an abominable confection. You make it as if you are making a lovely, rich chocolate cake and then you chuck in so much fruit and candied peel that you forget the goodness it started out as. I remember for home-economics we had to make one back at school and when we were mixing in the fruit the girl at the station adjacent to mine whispered under her breath ‘damn I wish these were chocolate chips..’ Girl…word.


6. E-mail avalanche: do you online shop almost exclusively like I do? My inbox get about 15 new emails daily from online shops declaring that I absolutely need new boots, a Christmas sweater, fragrances, homeware, a mermaid tail knitted blanket…ok, actually I do sort of actually really need a mermaid tail blanket…I mean, come on people, you feel like a mermaid…on land…while wearing a onesie…


7. Rhinovirus: otherwise known as the common cold. And when will it strike? Within that week when you have your office Christmas do, your best friend’s Christmas wedding, the day you plan on completing your Christmas shopping and when you feel like a bastard taking sick leave at work for fear of having a colleague called in from his vacation leave to cover the slack.

 That being said, I am still a tremendous Christmas lover and I think I will always be and the only time I will say ‘Bah! Humbug!’ is if someone is playing Bach while offering me a minty confection.


Shut-up Santa Claus!

I love Christmas. I really, really do. The lights, the tree, giving gifts, the food…all of it. There is nothing I don’t like about Christmas. 

Except Santa Claus. 

I don’t like him. I never did. I find him creepy.

Most children love Santa. I was not most children. I hated him. He scared the bejesus out of me. When there would be Santa in a mall to take pictures I’d run in the opposite direction.

When I was very young my brother was Santa in a school play. Right in the middle of his monologue, I decided I had had enough of my beloved brother’s interpretation of this aborrhent imposter and I screamed at the top of my lungs from the front row in the audience that completely filled the school auditorium:


I completely threw my brother off and he started to laugh. Peels of boyhood laughter in his microphone.

Then the audience finally came out of their stunned silence and started to laugh too.

I would think my mum was totally mortified, but knowing her I think she was just grateful that I didn’t run on stage and punch him.

And I say ‘I think’ because to be entirely honest, I absolutely don’t remember this episode. My brother and mum remember vividly ofcourse, but I do not.

The thing is, when I was a kid growing up in Canada, my Maltese mother was persistently terrified of child snatchers. My mum’s lectures on stranger danger were terrifying. She was so afraid of this happening that she would never leave me out of sight. When she was about to have my little sister she even took me into the obstetrician’s examination room because she was afraid to leave me in the small waiting area of this clinic. I remember the OB/GYN explaining the ultrasound to me and showing me how it works.

So obviously the idea of sitting on this creepy old man’s lap was an absolute no-no in my books. And he was giving out candy-canes and everyone knows the ultimate kids’ rule is to never accept candy from a stranger.

I do not even remember believing in Santa. If I ever did, I was really, really young. I have a brother 6 years my senior, so probably the cat was out of the bag by the time I was three. Also my feminist mother would never let her kids believe that gifts just appeared by a mystical man at Christmas time under a tree. She always told us that we need to work for everything we want and not to depend on anyone. We had presents because mummy and daddy love us and worked very hard to get us those gifts, so we had better be appreciative.

And I have always been a big fan of the truth, so I’m glad I knew the truth. It did not take anything away from Christmas. Actually, quite the contrary…knowing that my parents spent their hard-earned pay cheques on something frivolous my little heart desired made me realize how lucky I was to have such parents and how special I was to them. It also made us less materialistic, knowing that presents don’t just fall from the sky.

I also want to take this opportunity to highlight the fact that not everyone is lucky in this regard and if you want to make a difference and make a Maltese child’s Christmas better, have a look at this site:


So Santa. No, I’m not a fan. What’s with the red outfit? Is he a communist? And why doesn’t he shave, for God’s sake? Does he fancy himself as the first hipster? Are those Christmas carols on his iPod or Mumford and Sons? And what about the ‘ho ho ho!’? Who laughs like that? I bet he wants a couple of ‘hos, the dirty old man.

I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus…


I hope he did not give you beard burn. Where’s Frosty when you need him?


It’s all going to be ok.

A while back I was in a really, really bad place. I was seriously unhappy in my job, I had health issues, I could not sleep well, my personal life was upside down and it was just awful.

My mind set was so negative that I honestly believed it was impossible for anything to change. I thought, this is what my life has become. A meaningless blob of nothing.

Then one day, something just clicked. I realized that my life will have meaning if I engage in life. As in, feel everything I must feel, do everything I must do and to be who I want myself to be.

And to breathe. Just breathe.

And once I took this decision, things seemed to change. I got the job I wanted. My health improved. My personal life is better. And I sleep a whole lot better too.

And all of this got me thinking. ‘Things’ did not just change. I changed. As I always say, do you know what is good about bad times? They pass. And you learn. My god, do you learn.

You can meet the man/woman of your dreams.

You can reach that target at work.

You can get that promotion.

You can have that child you desperately want.

You can reach your ideal weight.

You can have that better relationship with your parents.

Or you might not. And guess what? That’s ok too. It may seem like the end of the world when we do not get what we want, but really it’s not. It’s not the end of the world. You learn, you grow, you adapt.

You are given this one life. By all means, strive for things. Have goals and wants and wishes and dreams. And when you get them, celebrate! And when they go pear-shaped, celebrate that too. Because failure is also part of the human experience and if we never fail or if what we want comes easy to us all the time, we become ungrateful, insufferable bastards. And there are enough of those on this earth, I can assure you.

I once met one of those people who rarely have anything go wrong for them- he was well connected and his daddy bought him his way out of everything. He was the dullest person I ever met and so entitled. He believed the world owed him something, which is really quite terrible.

I choose my flawed existence and trials and tribulations any day.

When life gives you lemons, it’s not about making lemonade. Make a lemon cake. With frosting. And put a candle on it and blow it out and say ‘happy birthday’ even if it’s not your birthday because with every experience we are reborn in a way, with a renaissance of mental weaponary in our arsenal.

Life leaves a scar. And nothing is forever which may seem sad, but it’s not. It’s a good thing.

This is how it works

You’re young until you’re not

You love until you don’t

You try until you can’t

You laugh until you cry

You cry until you laugh

And everyone must breathe

Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works

You peer inside yourself

You take the things you like

And try to love the things you took

And then you take that love you made

And stick it into some

Someone else’s heart

Pumping someone else’s blood

And walking arm in arm

You hope it don’t get harmed

But even if it does

You’ll just do it all again


People are rude. So, so rude. I wonder how this has happened. Were people always rude or is this something new and modern? Or is it that my tolerance levels have just plummeted with me getting older?
I am not naive. I realise that people don’t necessarily treat you like you treat them. I will be honest, I have a pretty hard time accepting this because deep down I am still under the illusion that people are all well meaning when I know with proof that they are not. But for some reason I still get so surprised when I meet a rude person.
I am a nurse. I am used to people being rude to me. They shout at me, threaten me, call me names and sometimes even make sexual jokes. But I cannot truthfully say its water off a duck’s back. It simply jars less with the passage of time. But it is still irritating and makes me ask ‘Why? Why all the aggro? How is this necessary? Or beneficial?’
I am going to highlight ways in which people are rude to others everyday because I am sure we all come across these behaviours every day and they have become so mundane that we do not even realise how disrespectful they truly are. Oh, and for the record, being rude is not only about actively doing something deplorable, but also the absence of politeness.


Seriously. If you cannot say something nice, just shut up. Say nothing. You are under no obligation to comment about everything. Your opinion is actually not that important, especially if it is going to hurt someone without helping them. Express your opinion by all means, but if you are at a dinner party and do not like the food, just shut up. Leave it there or eat it anyway, but someone would have gone through a lot of trouble and effort to make you something so just lump it. I am sure they would not have made the food bad on purpose. If you really must comment or if asked, try to offer ideas on how the meal could have been improved rather than just shooting it down and acknowledge the effort made. Or if you meet someone who has suddenly gained a lot of weight or has had an unfortunate haircut, just shut-up. Chances are, they have a mirror at home and they know and they feel like shit. It is incredibly impolite. If they bring it up just say ‘don’t worry, hair grows/you went through a hard time things will get better’ etc…words of encouragement. I have acne, even though I am 32. Sometimes it is painful and often ugly and unsightly. But coming up to me and telling me ‘you have a pimple on your face’ is just plain rude. And a little stupid. I mean, I can feel it every time I talk or yawn or eat or do anything that stretches out the skin on my face. I know I have a pimple on my face. It’s a mix of cystic acne and acne rosacea. I’ve known since I was 12.

Restraint, people.

Personal Space:

When talking to people, unless you know them really well, there is no need to touch them. Seriously. I knew a guy who used to poke me on the shoulder every time he made a point. He also would be right up close to my face. I knew he had a cavity in his left molar. I also knew he drank hot chocolate with orange for breakfast. Too damn close. And poking. It would be all I could do not to rip off his arm and beat him with it.


I see an old lady in the road with a bag of shopping. All of a sudden, the bottom of the bag disintegrates and the groceries go everywhere. For God’s sake, help the old lady pick them up! Ask a nearby shop for a new bag! Do something other than just dodge the old lady and her purchases. When I stopped to help, the old lady was so flabbergasted that someone actually helped her that she gave me a suspicious look.

One time at hospital my arms were full of equipment and I could not negotiate the door. I tried to open with my elbow in a waiting room brimming with people. Someone finally approached me and instead of helping, asked if I could check his blood pressure. When I said yes, he then held the door for me.
Nothing is for nothing in this world.


Why bark at someone when you can speak to that person nicely? Especially on the phone. I hate it when people are rude to me on the phone because it is so cowardly. You cannot see my face or my surroundings and therefore you do not care or take it into account which you believe is the perfect excuse to be incredibly rude or violent with your words.

Generally, I react by being extremely kind and sweet. Eventually the other person will calm down and sometimes even feel some remorse.
 I guess one can say that rudeness generally boils down to selfishness. When one completely disregards what another person feels what generally results is rudeness. It is also a lack of education. I do not mean academia. Education comes in many forms and one of the most important lessons to be learned is how to deal with others and how it may not be the best course of action to constantly put yourself first.

In other words:
Don’t be an arse-face.
It’s a choice.