26.5.2013, Sunday, 5:17 pm

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Well, today was… cool. It started off as a typical Sunday, mum coaxing me out of the indigo twin bed that I share with my little pest of a sister. I pleaded for an extra five minutes to snuggle with in my comfy duvet, but mum was persistent. Its not like I didn’t want to go for my Sunday weapons training session, its just that I would’ve really treasured a few extra seconds in my blanket.

Somehow mum succeeded in her daily mission, and I was hauled out of bed. Totally sleepy, I dragged my stiff legs behind me and trudged off to my not-so humungous closet where I carefully chose my cleanest karate gi (uniform) and my blue belt. After changing and refreshing myself, I twisted a banana from its cluster and chomped it off before you could say ‘Chocolate fudge with extra nuts and Hershey’s sauce drizzled all over!’

Dad gulped down a steaming mug of Chai before fetching the keys of our Chevrolet that would take me from my front porch to the doorstep of my karate sir’s abode. Upon reaching my class, I waved good-bye to dad and bolted the gate of my karate sir’s place shut. The class went great, with sensei praising me tons.

As soon as mum arrived up the asphalt, I made a dash for the car, because if I didn’t, I would be late for my music class, worse luck! Mum asked me how my class was and I informed her about an exhibition that was going to take place at the upcoming Tuesday and that sir had requested all the senior students to be present.

Once I reached home, I rushed up the stairs to my bedroom and changed from my now-sweaty uniform to a basketball jersey. Grabbing a buttered toast from my grandma’s grasp, I pecked her on both cheeks and raced off to my Music teacher’s place with my sister trailing at my heels. After that followed a relaxed music class in which I was thought a piece (by Sting) and my sister had some of her chord corrected.

Once I reached home, I checked the hollow of a tree stump that lay near a patch of rocks on our property in which a little birdie formed a nest with little spotted eggs. Fudge, my beagle, accompanied me as I admired it. Mum bellowed for me in a few minutes and ordered me to sit down and have a “proper breakfast.” I obediently wiped out three bowls of cereal with milk, half a watermelon, two slices of a golden loaf smeared with apricot jelly and a few plums.

Then dad’s pal showed up (actually, my pal too) with his wife and heir one year old twin girls, Sarah and Innaya. The twins were adorable and smiled the most angelic smiles you ever saw. At around three dad’s pal’s family and my parents crashed off for a couple hours beauty sleep. Sis and I surfed the Idiot Box for programs that we like and settled for two hours of culinary enlightenment for we watched Masterchef US season somehting-or-the-other.

Mum and dad have woken up now, and so have dad’s pal. He wants us to play hopscotch with him. Guess I’d better go then, right??

Tata for now, Taylor.

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16.5.2013, Thursday, 11:07 am

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Today is grandpa’s 76th birthday!!! Mum is taking all of us out to the Chinese place on Pine Lane for a b’day treat. I made grandpa a tastefully done up (if I may say so myself) card with lots of sparkling sequins and pop up cartoons. Sis and I were supposed to bake “mug-chocolate-cakes” for everyone last night, which is basically a chocolate cake in a cup, but that was not to be.

I began reading the bestselling novel,’The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari’ yesterday, but dad wanted to borrow it for his business trip, and  frankly, how could I say no being the kind, selfless person that I am?? So I lent it to him and now I’m book-less. That is so like me (NOT). Sacrificing for others all the time.

Mum prodded me out of bed at eight in the morning today to finish off the watering of the flower beds. I had a quick wash and then headed out to the fresh  outdoors where I wrestled with a water hose (I guess it wanted to sleep some more, too) and screwed open the tap so much that the water came belching out and I was drenched from head to toe.  Well, that wasn’t a very clever move (what was I thinking?? The pipe was aimed at my FACE! Duh, if it comes on, I’m obviously going to get soaked.)

Somehow, I finished my early-morning chore and was about to trudge back to my room and snooze some more when mum announced that we walk around the house and check out any improvements in the flowers that we water so patiently. I was totally bummed when mum said this because I realized that if she went around the right wing, she would notice the broken window of the store room and begin asking for explanations (not that I broke the window playing tennis, or something. It’s just that… OK, fine, I did it. Whatever.) So I rushed to mum’s side and steered her to the opposite side of the house, chatting nineteen to the dozen about weird, random stuff like, ‘Did you see that article about how drinking pen ink will kill you faster than poison??’

I was chattering like this until we reached the rear end of the house. And you will never guess what mum and I spotted perched on a tree in the backyard. We saw… A NEST WITH A POLKA-DOTTED EGG!!!!!!! I can’t believe I actually have one (a nest) right in my house (well, not exactly in my house, but whatever)!!  And the egg has to belong to some rare species because its azure with little hazelnut spots dabbed on its surface. It looks SO elegant.

The only con about the egg being tucked over here is that there are a LOT of crows swarming around the plant now, looking for the perfect moment to swoop down and gobble up some egg. So mum and I are taking turns to guard the egg, because under no circumstances are we letting the poor thing be eaten up before its even born!

But I’d rather it be devoured by ravenous birds than be shot by a hunter, you know what I mean?? Even though I love the little birdie that’s cuddled up inside, I love the crows, too. Oops, mum is calling me. It’s my turn to stand at attention in front of the little egg and protect it from the sweet crows who just happen to be hungry. Later!!

14.5.2013, Tuesday, 8:05 pm

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STILL trying to persuade mum to edit my novel, High Expectations. But she ALWAYS finds an excuse. ALWAYS. I mean, is it too much to ask that she spends some quality time with her beloved daughter, namely me, who is bound to grow up and become on of the globe’s most talented and acclaimed authors?? Apparently it is. I TOTALLY understand the fact that she’s busy and stuff. I CAN see her to-do lists that are growing in size every single day. But I’m not asking for a long time. Maybe not even an hour. Just a short session daily when she takes her time and goes through my book with the advice she has bottled up through the years of her existence. That’s really all I’m asking for right now.

I don’t think the world revolves around me or anything, or that I have a right to a maternal editor, it’s just that I like hearing my mum go on about how well I write and that lovely feedback she gives proves to be very valuable sometimes. Oh, all right, I’ll admit it, her guidance is VERY helpful most of the time. Okay, fine, ALL the time. But that’s what mum’s are for, right?? To mould their children and lead them along the right path. I mean, that’s what I think they are for, anyway.

Don’t get me wrong, dad’s also play GIGANTICALLY VITAL roles in kid’s lives, but for wholly different reasons. My father is one of the most influential people I have ever met, and trust me, I have met a LOT of people, what with all the home-stay’s my mum runs. My dad is SO humble about something that you absolutely CANNOT be humble about. He’s a MATH GENIUS. No kidding. He passed his C.A exam without even flipping through his text, AND he came 63rd in the whole COUNTRY. He didn’t even STUDY!!! That,  dear reader, is what intelligence is all about.

Which has hit me with a BRILLIANT IDEA!!!! Oh gosh, why didn’t I think of this before????? DAD could help me edit my book!!!!! I will also ask mum, but if she can’t dad can at least provide a few comments and remark about stuff that’s not needed….. Oh gosh, I have no time to lose, because dad is travelling tomorrow and he won’t be back in a while. High Expectations, here I come!!STILL trying to persuade mum to edit my novel, High Expectations. But she ALWAYS finds an excuse. ALWAYS. I mean, is it too much to ask that she spends some quality time with her beloved daughter, namely me, who is bound to grow up and become on of the globe’s most talented and acclaimed authors?? Apparently it is. I TOTALLY understand the fact that she’s busy and stuff. I CAN see her to-do lists that are growing in size every single day. But I’m not asking for a long time. Maybe not even an hour. Just a short session daily when she takes her time and goes through my book with the advice she has bottled up through the years of her existence. That’s really all I’m asking for right now.

I don’t think the world revolves around me or anything, or that I have a right to a maternal editor, it’s just that I like hearing my mum go on about how well I write and that lovely feedback she gives proves to be very valuable sometimes. Oh, all right, I’ll admit it, her guidance is VERY helpful most of the time. Okay, fine, ALL the time. But that’s what mum’s are for, right?? To mould their children and lead them along the right path. I mean, that’s what I think they are for, anyway.

Don’t get me wrong, dad’s also play GIGANTICALLY VITAL roles in kid’s lives, but for wholly different reasons. My father is one of the most influential people I have ever met, and trust me, I have met a LOT of people, what with all the home-stay’s my mum runs. My dad is SO humble about something that you absolutely CANNOT be humble about. He’s a MATH GENIUS. No kidding. He passed his C.A exam without even flipping through his text, AND he came 63rd in the whole COUNTRY. He didn’t even STUDY!!! That,  dear reader, is what intelligence is all about.

Which has hit me with a BRILLIANT IDEA!!!! Oh gosh, why didn’t I think of this before????? DAD could help me edit my book!!!!! I will also ask mum, but if she can’t dad can at least provide a few comments and remark about stuff that’s not needed….. Oh gosh, I have no time to lose, because dad is travelling tomorrow and he won’t be back in a while. High Expectations, here I come!!

8.5.2013, Wednesday, 11:11 am

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Leaving for the train station with dad in exactly forty nine minutes. I’m feeling SO excited!!! I mean, it’ll be quite awkward for me, because all of dad’s relatives mostly speak in ***** (sorry, can’t disclose my nationality!!), and my knowledge about the language is about somewhat nil.

Fortunately, most of them speak English, so PHEW!

Oops, mom over shoulder. She says that “we are NOT going to be late this time” and that “if I ever want to make it, I’m going to have to switch off the computer NOW.” Yeah, mum. Whatever.

7.5.2013, Tuesday, 3:11 pm

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So, like, tomorrow, I leave for my paternal grandpa’s birthplace to attend my great-uncle’s 80th birthday with my dad. Yippee. I mean, it’s going to be fun and all, hanging out with my dad the whole day and stuff. It’s just that I don’t exactly want to bunk my karate lessons so soon. I just took a one month’s break!! I’m feeling like such a traitor right now…

And yesterday, at karate, guess what sensei (my sir) made us as a snack?? Some fried Indian delicacy and…… and RAW MANGO SAUCE!!!!!!!!!!! It was THE best. Ever. I will never forget that rich, sour symphony of fruit that burst my taste buds like a crate of TnT.

I got another book by Meg Cabot at the library yesterday. I finished it in precisely three and a half hours. I guess I should try to slow down my reading pace. And today I started writing my first fantasy novel. It was great. I’m not sure about what I should name the book, but here’s an extract from the synopsis:

Brittney and Brianna… two urban chicks who share the (not so) close bond of sisterhood. Brittney has always been the straight A, athletic, social bee, while Brianna is known for her drop-dead gorgeous outfits, excellent pointers on fashion and delicate features. They enjoy perfect lives, what with Brittney winning the national basketball championship (twenty four out of the total of forty seven hoops were shot by her) and Brianna grabbing the title of Prom Queen by a mile.

But suddenly, they discover a mystical secret concealed between their bedroom. Before you can say “a tube of lavender lip gloss,” trouble finds the two sisters and is determined to hunt them down.

In a quest that will reveal their bravery, truth and faith, the two twins embark on a journey which sheds light on what’s really important in life.

Cool, right?? I mean, it sounds tempting to read, doesn’t it?? If you read the back of this book in a library, would you be interested in taking it home?? I think I would!!!!!

I guess.

5.5.2103, Sunday, 9:26 am

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Okay, so I got up at six in at morning. SIX!!!! Can you believe it??? It’s my freaking Summer holidays, and its a Sunday!! Mum woke me up because we have some lame fish auction that’s held annually to sell all the fish in the lake. First of all, I’m a vegetarian, and there is NO WAY that I would benefit from going to a “fish harvesting” thing and secondly, there were fishes crawling atop each other, fighting to breathe on dry land, a sight that makes me want to personally assassinate every non-vegetarian alive (except some non veggies, like my mum).

What kind of people have we (supposedly) evolved into?? Can’t we just let the Circle of Life run smoothly?? What is wrong with humankind?? Anyway, once we reached the stretch of land where the bidding begins, I wanted to leave immediately (you will not believe the number of , but mum didn’t let me, as she though it was an “experience” all the same. Um, yeah. Clearly, our tastes differ with a large margin. But, seriously, how could someone enjoy squirming in the muddy lake, searching for fish?? Mum once told me that fishing is a way to relax your mind and body. If this is considered fishing, I am at a loss for words.

3.5.2013, Friday, 3:18 pm

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Karate classes resume today. YES!!!! I miss karate so so much… I can’t believe it has only been a month. Time drags on when you’re waiting for something real bad, huh? Oh, and I went for a swimming session yesterday. My cousin, Justine, had enrolled herself for the classes yesterday, too, so we’ll be meeting up quite often now a days.

Come to think about it, from now on, my Sundays are going to go from relaxed to strenuous. I mean, I’ll have to go from eight to ten thirty (in the morning, mind you) for my weapons training. Immediately after I reach home after the grueling class, I’ll have to shove my mouth with scorching hot toast and change from my sweaty karate uniform to a semi-decent jersey and rush of to my music class with my sister at my heels. After impressing my music sir, I’ll dash back home and quickly stuff down my lunch. Then, after my afternoon meal, I’ll jog to the study where I’ll spend a good two hours typing furiously on the computer keyboard, updating my blog and cracking crosswords. As soon as 120 minutes are done, I’ll have to change from my comfy shorts to my swimsuit and then be driven to my swimming session. When that is over, I’ll be chauffeured by my poor mum back home, where I’ll be stuffed with my dinner and then tucked into bed. When I wake up, puff! Like magic, it’s the next day.

Gosh, I’m feeling exhausted just thinking about it.