Who Am I, and What Will My Bedroom Say About Me?

A few years ago, I decided that becoming an adult requires complete financial and physical independence from one’s family. So I bought a tiny shoebox, figuring that it would make more financial sense than renting one. “It’s an investment!” everyone says, as I nodded dumbly and agreed to give up 50-75% of my monthly salary for the next five years.

The day where I finally inhabit said shoebox is fast approaching, and my current singular obsession revolves around making the place look like I hired an expensive decorator to prettify it. Only the expensive decorator is myself running on a very limited budget, with the added challenge of making the place look spacious while expressing who I am and somehow fitting everything I own.

You’d think that decorating a condo would be as simple as keeping the walls white and buying furniture at the local Ikea equivalent, but not if you have very particular tastes. On an average evening, you can find me analyzing paint swatches, studying furniture placement, and devouring every single piece of advice from my favorite design blogs. There are days when my boyfriend comes over for some wink wink nudge nudge, only to find me pinning away obsessively, with barely a grunt to acknowledge his presence. When I eat at a restaurant, I find myself paying more attention to the lighting fixtures than the menu, wondering if I can somehow accommodate the same details into my place. I know more about the different types of crown molding and where to get wall stencils than who’s running for senator and why I should vote for them.

After several weeks, I had my mind made up on the look, feel, and color scheme of every room in the place, except for one: the bedroom, the most intimate and personal of all spaces. A bedroom must be conducive to sleep, but more importantly, I think it must also carry the strongest reflection of its occupant’s personality. And that’s what makes the damn place so difficult to decorate: who am I, and what will my bedroom say about me? All my bedrooms thus far have gotten then sleep part right but failed to capture my personality, because I never put much thought into planning the space. This time, I was determined to get it right.

I think the trick to planning a bedroom lies in getting to know its space and its limitations. From there, decide what you want to use it for. My bedroom is small and square, with only enough room for a double bed and built-in closet. That’s fine by me; I want my room to be used exclusively for sleep and whatever else one might do on a bed. My desk (if there’s space for one) can be placed somewhere outside.

The next step involves choosing a color you love, and putting it on your wall, or on your bedsheets, or in carefully placed accents. Most people will be screaming at you to keep the walls white. “White walls looks nice!” they will say. “White walls will make your room look bigger!” they will say. But I have never been a fan of white walls. I want to be enveloped by a color that I love, even if that color is more pigmented than most people would paint their bedroom with.

Besides, my research shows that white walls will not always make a room look bigger. See the photo above? That’s the actual room with its default white paint, and it doesn’t look any more spacious and inviting to me.

If your room is small and does not receive enough natural light, pale colors will make it look gloomier because it highlights the shadows in the space. In addition, white walls are harder to decorate. Forget using bright colors as an accent; white will make them look brighter than they really are.

So what do you do with a small room with only one window? According to color expert Donald Kaufman, “A rich, deep colour can make a dim, somber space feel warm and luminous – even though it receives no natural light.” A dark color also makes the walls and ceiling recede, giving the room the illusion of depth and space. And so my instinct to paint the walls with rich jewel tones is vindicated.

I had my heart set on painting my walls in my favorite color, dark purple:

But then I fell in love with this gorgeous deep teal bedroom, and started reconsidering my walls.

When my boyfriend did a 3D model of the room with the paint, I was disappointed to see that the teal wasn’t working on my walls. Instead looking cozy and inviting, it created a foreboding and depressing atmosphere. And so comes the most important lesson in decorating a bedroom: what works in someone else’s room won’t always work for yours. Different architecture and light sources create different design needs. After studying the photo further, I realized the high windows and angled ceiling had a lot to do with why the paint looked so gorgeous. These elements created shadows that added depth to the color and made the walls sing. The same effect can’t be achieved on a square room with flat walls.

So I am back to my original paint choice, and I’ve never been more excited about it:

Incidentally, a study shows that people who inhabit purple bedrooms have the most sex. Draw your own conclusions about what that says about me.

How to be Happy (When You’re Cynical as Hell)

Happiness is not a thing that comes naturally to me. I’m constantly anxious about one thing and cranky about the other. When something good happens, I tend to approach it with suspicion, in case it turns out to be some sort of joke God or the universe is playing at my expense. I half-expect a sinkhole to open up and swallow me whole before I come anywhere close to achieving my fullest potential, whatever that may be.

But as I start to become pro-active about my mental well-being, I realize that happiness doesn’t need to come from a grand and earth-shattering event. It doesn’t even have to involve positive thinking, witty aphorisms, or letting Jesus into my heart. Maybe happiness is as simple as allowing myself to enjoy the little things. And maybe I don’t need to wait until I become my own idea of “successful” to take pleasure in everyday delights.

Here is a list of 10 things that make me happy any given day, in no particular order:

Having no plans for the day

I love waking up to a day with no errands to run or social obligations to meet. The world is my oyster and I can do WHATEVER I WANT. I can stay in and marathon Doctor Who or I can play video games or I can finally finish my Double Rainbow cross-stitch project or I can go out and exercise or eat something nice or I can just stay in bed and not do anything at all.

Having plans for the night

Whether it’s dinner somewhere nice or doing nerd stuff at someone’s place, the thought of capping the night with Marco or my friends is enough to make the day more tolerable.

A quiet time and place to read

My favorite thing to do during the work week is to spend an entire lunch hour holed up in a coffee shop with a tea latte on one hand and my Kindle in another. There’s something about reading in a coffee shop that relaxes me in ways reading in my bedroom doesn’t.

When I like what I write

My inner critic makes writing a real pain in the ass, but nothing else makes me feel as accomplished as when I’m finally finished and satisfied with what I’ve written.

A cat. Any cat.

I’m as crazy as cat ladies come, and nothing makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside like when these proud, silly creatures allow me to pet them, or when random stray cats rub themselves all over my leg and declare ownership of me.


Pandas make me happy too, but they’re not really an everyday thing.

Decorating my shoebox, in my head

I can spend hours poring through Pinterest and Houzz, daydreaming about how I want my condo to look like. Every night I create a happy place in my head as I flick through photo after photo of well-designed rooms, colorful accessories, and quirky furniture.

A new pair of shoes

My clothing budget is practically nonexistent these days. But the less I spend on my wardrobe, the more I appreciate and value the few things I buy. So when I’m feeling splurgey enough to get a new pair of shoes, and they’re as comfortable as they are gorgeous, I can pretty much die of the happies.

Cuddling in bed

Cuddling with Marco feels like a warm hug on a bad day, except a hundred times better. I’m at my most comfortable and relaxed we’re in bed together doing wholesome, silly things and talking about nothing in particular.

Working out with ALL THE ENERGY

My gym membership is over a year old, but only recently did I start enjoying exercise for exercise’s sake rather than just weight loss’s sake. I don’t always have the energy to run 3 km or do an hour of kick-boxing, but I feel like a vicious badass when I do.

A warm cup of tea

I’m a coffee person at heart, but it’s quite comforting to have a warm, fragrant cup of tea on a cold and cloudy day.

I realize how cheesy this must all sound, but really. Having small things to look forward to is a huge relief from feeling numb and meh for so long. It gives me perspective and reminds me that shit happening doesn’t necessarily mean that my life is shit. And while it isn’t always easy for me to find joy in the little things, I make a conscious effort to do so anyway. I figure that I at least owe it to myself to try to be happy, even for just a few minutes.

What are the everyday things that make you happy?

Shit I Can Bake with Chocolate Chips

My mom’s new pink Kitchenaid mixer combined with my relentless Pinterest pinning has unleashed a kitchen ho I didn’t know was hiding in me. I’ve always been more comfortable handling an oven than a stove, because there just seems to be no point in learning how to cook when you can bake cookies. In 2008, I lost all interest in baking after Ondoy destroyed the hardy mixer that belonged to the family for 20 years. Delighted I am about the pastries I can produce, I just can’t be bothered to beat eggs or cream butter using a hand-held mixer.

I resisted the Kitchenaid’s arrival at first, in the same way I resisted the iPhone, Kindle, and signing up for an Instagram account. There’s  something about new technology that makes me wary and suspicious; I’m forever afraid that something will literally explode in my face with the wrong push of a button. But I soon discovered that using a Kitchenaid is as simple as locking in the bowl and beater, then switching it on. Unlike our old mixer, you didn’t even have to scrape the sides of the bowl to make sure the beater whips it all. It pretty much readies your dough while you multitask in the background. Absolutely no explosions happen.

After being away from the kitchen for some time, I feel like I have to re-learn everything I know, one major ingredient at a time. Currently, I’ve been experimenting with baking shit using chocolate chips. Here’s what I can make so far:

Chewy chocolate chip cookies

Biting into a crunchy chocolate chip cookie brings almost as much disappointment as biting into an oatmeal-raisin cookie that you mistook for a chocolate chip cookie. I like my cookies moist, soft, and gooey, and it’s a waste of calories to eat any that don’t have this texture. The secret to the perfect chewy chocolate chip cookie is to leave out the Crisco, because this is what creates the crunch. Also, make sure to use real butter (salted). While this doesn’t create any difference texture-wise, it does provide a sinful buttery backdrop for the chocolate

Chocolate chip cookie dough

There’s a certain childlike satisfaction to dipping into raw cookie dough. I daresay a spoonful of cookie dough is often more enjoyable than the end product. When I was younger, my mom tried to discourage me from consuming the batter by pointing out the raw eggs in the mixture. Obviously that never worked. Thanks to Pinterest though, I discovered a recipe that lets you indulge in good old fashioned chocolate chip dough, minus the threat of salmonella. The trick is to leave out the eggs. Best enjoyed with a spoon, deadly on a bowl of ice cream.

Chocolate chip pie

My crappy food styling does not do justice to my obra maestra thus far – the chocolate chip pie. This is NOT an enormous chocolate chip cookie, but an actual pie by its own right, with a nutty graham cracker crust filled with a soft, gooey mixture of semi-sweet chocolate chunks. The reason it looks a soggy mess in the photo was because I cut it fresh from the oven instead of waiting for it to set, but trust me when I say it looks better than it looks. My boyfriend asked me to marry him when he took his first bite.

And all the girls love my pie.