10.08.2014, Sunday, 04:37 pm


I’ve managed to avoid glancing at Brandy’s sickly face for the whole of today. That’s because I haven’t gotten out of my room since the time I woke up. At seven.

She’s so nasty that I’d rather stay in my room forever than have to look at her one more time, so nine hours shouldn’t seem like such a task. But it DOES. I am bored stiff, which is entirely unheard of. How can one be bored during one’s VACATIONS?? It’s practically impossible!!

And yet it’s happening to me right now, as I speak.

Which just goes to show that Brandy can drive me to do the impossible.

And surely that can’t be a good thing.

P.S: Can’t WAIT for 6:40 [the time we commence our journey to the airport so that we can bid Brandy farewell…]!!!!!!!!!!!


08.08.2014, Friday, 12:34 pm



Finally, after all these days of heartache after heartache, I have something to look forward to. Seeing the back of my devilish cousin sister for the last time as she makes her way into the duty free area of the JFK is going to be one of the highlights of my [otherwise sucky] summer.

Talking about holiday highlights, I have exactly one delicious week left before I am part if the party-going, sleep-till noon-ing, parent-back-answering gang, also known as “The Teens.” I shudder to think of the day.

Which is why I have decided to compose a poem in honour of my remaining days as a pre-13 kid;

Twelve Again

What I would give to turn twelve again

To have one year extra still left

Before I start talking back to my ‘rents 

And maybe even practising theft

How I wish I hadn’t squandered my time

On unimportant things

Because I’m SO not ready for teenagehood

And everything it brings

Most of my friends are already thirteen

They try to soothe me down

When I start blabbering on being a teen

And my face is set in a frown

But there’s only so much that they can do

So much they can persuade

One cannot fluff up the bed

If it doesn’t want to be made

All I REALLY want to do right now

Is scream; just SCREAM

Because if there’s one thing I don’t want to be

It’s definitely thirteen 

Did I SERIOUSLY just compare my buddies inability to convince me that being a year more than twelve isn’t  a crime to doing up a BED???

Shoot me. Please shoot me.

06.08.2014, Monday, 07:34 pm



How the time has flown, huh Dede?? Remember when we first started out and I was a meek [actually, not], law-abiding eleven year old?? And NOW look at me. Little more than a week from turning THIRTEEN!!

You’d be surprised at me saying this, especially after all the exclamation marks that I’ve thrown in, but I seriously do NOT want to begin teenagehood. Not yet, anyway. I mean, it seems like such a big number. 13. Mainly because, at heart, I am still a dishevelled third grader.

Which is kind of sad, if you think about it.

13.02.2014, 03:46 pm


Brandy arrived last night. [If you have NO IDEA what I’m talking about, click here!!] As expected, she was fussed over like a starved puppy and was massaged, rubbed in the expensive lavender oil Mum reserves for EXTRA special guests and sung to before falling asleep. That kid is spoilt with a capital S!!

Anyway, school was MIND BLOWING today. During Girl Guides, Coach Krammer told us that for those of us who are interested in shaping their “independent characters” should meet him during Lunch. Of course, I immediately made up my mind to go, but not because I was actually interested in listening to whatever he had to say.

My real motive to turn up for his speech was because Kathryn had asked me to return her empty nail-polish bottle back to her during recess [WHAT?? I have an obsession with empty tubes. Don’t worry. It’s… um… extremely common] and I SO did not want to do that, especially in SCHOOL. So this Coach-lecture thing was turning out to be a blessing. [I could ditch handing over Kathryn the capsule and have a perfectly good excuse!!] Little did I know…

Anyway, as the fifth bell of the day trilled around the school grounds, hundreds of kids trooped up to the Sports Room [I’m pretty sure that there were so many of us heading that way only because the others were also trying to dodge crazy elder siblings who wanted their old make-up tubes back].

As all the seventh and eighth graders lined up [apparently, these were the only two standards informed of Coach’s talk], in walked Principal Roosevelt. He strode over to the tiny stage in the center of the place, grabbed the mic from it’s stand and greeted, ‘Good morning students!!’

There was a weak response from our side, and Sir R continued, ‘We are gathered here today to discuss you kids as individuals. Blah blah blah blah blah. Something about “roughing it out.” Yada yada yada. Something, something, Taylor Skarr from the seventh, something.’

Wait, I though, snapping back into consciousness. Did he just say my name?? Glancing at all the faces staring at me, I guessed that the head of my school in fact, had just mentioned Taylor Skarr!! ‘What did the Principal just say??’ I wgispered, nudging the girl in front of me. ‘He just told us how we should all start using some Skarr girl as an example,’ she said simply, twirling around strands of her hair.

‘What example??’ I pressed. ‘On speaking well or something. Who cares??’ She asked, admiring the purple streaks in her hair. ‘She is CLEARLY from the eighth,’ I thought as I retied my pony tail.

Well, turns out that there’s a Scouts and Guides camp. Starting TOMORROW!! OH YEAH!!! For the past week, I have been SO deprived of good that this overnight stay sounds more like angels singing than just a boring old school announcement. The best part is… well, there’s more than ONE best part, actually;

1] Brandy-and-Kathryn-free for TWO WHOLE DAYS

2] [As there are so many kids from my class signing up for this] It’s going to be just like a regular academic day…. Without the teachers or the schoolwork!!! Woo Hoo!!

3] It will help take my mind of my karate tournament

4] Need I say more??

I’m just so… grateful. Grateful that I finally have something that sounds exciting in the least. And also thankful that I got to hang on to Kathryn’s nail polish case [she COMPLETELY forgot about it. That girl has the memory of a crayon!!].


11.02.2014, Tuesday, 03:25 pm


I know it’s been six days since I opened you for a good heart-to-heart [more like heart-to-PAPER] DeDe, but I have been having these peculiar mood swings. For example, suppose I am very happy for some strange reason, BARATOOPACOOPOOCHOO!!!! The next moment, I am banging my head on the wall, for no particular reason.

I think I can be excused, though. Because what I am about to write down are the words I have been dreading to trace out for quite some time. A sentence that could change EVERYTHING.

I am picked to fight for my life at this year’s annual Hunger Games.

GOTCHA!!!! Of COURSE, I’m only KIDDING, DeDe!! Gosh, you should’ve seen the look on your face!!!!!!!!!!

OK. That was SO crazy on SO many levels. Anyway, on a much more serious note, I really DO have something really bad to share with you, Dear Diary [I mean, DeDe…]. I was walking down the street with Feni yesterday, when I bumped into my karate sir. I’m pretty sure you know how THAT went.

Oh, you don’t?? Well, let’s skip the boring details. The main part of our conversation was when Sensei Whyatt said,

“Taylor, be prepared. The Nationals are going to be held on the first of March and we need everyone to perform up to standard.”

NATIONALS????? FIRST MARCH?????? UP TO STANDARD??????? I just meekly nodded in response, but inside me, my heart felt like it was about to shoot right out of my Benetton tee. WHY????? WHY IS IT NOT ENOUGH THAT DARN COUSIN BRANDY IS POPPING IN FOR A FEW WEEKS??????

The worst part is, this competition is supposed to be the one where I redeem myself after the way I horribly failed at the previous tournament.

Now I won’t be able to enjoy the rest of this month. Foof!! See, there is only so much burden a girl can take. I’m afraid this championship news just might have been the last straw. The one that broke the camel’s back. Which caused the poor little camel to DIE…

01.02.2014, Saturday, 10:21 am


It’s already FEB!! Can you BELIEVE that we are now only eleven months away from Christmas?? AMAZING, right??

You know what the problem with this year is?? So far, it has been SOO uneventful. The most exciting event that took place last month was when Feni licked her rear end for nine minutes straight [I’m still pretty sure that’s some kind of a record].

I just hope something happens that starts livening things up. Like if a huge meteor is predicted to hit the earth or something. That would be cool. Or if Mum decides that playing God Of War twenty-four hours a day is allowed.

24.01.2014, Friday, 09:17 pm


THANKFULLY, my crazed-destroying-manic phase is officially over. [Thank Gawd, because I started feeling all twitchy whenever I passed the car]

Which is a really good thing, because just as I was dressing up to go for karate class, a HUGE parcel arrived for me in the mail. If I hadn’t gotten over my see-and-burn chapter, I’m sure the package would’ve been hacked to a crumb by now.

Anyway, guess what was in the crate?? A whole cart-load of BOOKS!!! I mean, what else could a girl want, really??

Amidst the shimmering wrapping paper, I spotted a tiny, white bit of card that read, “To: Taylor. Love, Your Favorite Aunt In The Whole World, Tracy.” Wasn’t that sweet of her?? I mean, it isn’t even my birthday!! Maybe this was a belated Christmas present…

Unfortunately, it is tradition in the Skarr household to write thank you letters [yes, LETTERS not EMAILS. We are definitely the most medieval family on the block], so I was busy slogging away on a piece of paper for the next fifteen minutes.

Well, instead of coming up with corny phrases [“you are the best aunt EVER!”], I decided to toss up a poem. Check it out:

Aunt Tracy

With a poisonous smile

And thick black hair

Gorgeous gowns

And hugs like a bear

My Aunt Tracy

Stands out like a star

Always perfect and

Raising the bar

Her charm is pretty

Hard to miss

Her letters always 

Sealed with a kiss 

The stuff she bakes

Are crazily yum

To me she’s like

A second mum 

Her cherry ways

That lively tune

She hums when at

Work with the broom

The pretty ring

She tends to wear

When on a trip to

Unc H’s lair

All these traits

These ways of seeing

Bring to mind 

A certain being

Oh, who’s this one?

With skin so lacy??

Oh, yes! It is my

Aunty Tracy!!

Pretty cool for an amateur, huh?? D’oh!! I keep forgetting. I AM a published author, and published author’s ain’t no amateurs!! :]