09.01.2014, Thursday, 07:48 pm


I know this is a little late in the day, but here are my New Year resolutions;

1] I will go for a walk everyday

2] I will not dump dirty laundry on the floor and expect Mum to pick it up

3] I will contribute to the house work

4] I will publish my novel

5] I will write in my diary on a daily basis

6] I will not be rude or disrespectful towards my elders

7] I will quit junk food [excluding crisps, chocolate, candy and burgers]

8] I will not give lame excuses for not completing my homework.

9] I will come up with better excuses for the absence of my homework.

10] I will not use so many ”will’s” in the future.


02.12.2013, Thursday, 04:08 pm


It’s only the second day of 2014, and I’m already beginning to hate [sorry, sorry, greatly dislike] it. For example, when I woke up today morning, all set to take the world by a storm, guess what?? The UNIMAGINABLE happened, something WAY WORSE than figuring out you failed pre Algebra.

THE FROSTED FLAKES WERE OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Can you even THINK of something remotely as DISASTROUS as the above??? I practically LIVE on Frosted Flakes. And we’ve NEVER run out before. NEVER EVER.

So, I did the only thing left to do, and I did it WAY maturely. I SCREEAAAMMMMEEEDDD!!!!!!

Sure, there might have been a few better ways to handle the situation, but you can’t exactly blame me for the outburst. I was acting under the influence of cereal-deprivation. I’m pretty sure I at least had the liberty to express myself. Loudly.

Anyway, things got from bad to worse. I had to make do with plain, boring honey loops for breakfast and then, just before I powered on my Kindle, I realised that the battery had conked off. So, with a sigh, I started digging about my room for the charger and voila! Suddenly, I turned away from my chest of drawers and spotted none other than big bully Kathryn standing by the doorway to my room, spinning MY Kindle’s charger between her perfectly filed and manicured fingers.

‘Give me that back,’ I said, counting to ten in my mind [because every part of me wanted to hurl myself at my elder sister and thump her till she fell into unconsciousness]. She put on this innocent expression and went, ‘What?? Oh this?? You can have it,’ I couldn’t believe my ears. This was easy. But she wasn’t finished.

‘You can have it IF,’ she continued. That two letter word stung me like a thousand enraged hornets. ‘you do all my chores for the next week.’ She ended, a smirk crumpling her elegant features.

She had me. She knows I wouldn’t pass on this offer and I NEVER tattle, so what were the chances of her not getting her way this time?? Exactly. Zero.

‘Fine. I’ll do it,’ I grumbled, snatching the wires from her grasp. ‘And if you DON’T, let’s just say the school will suddenly become aware of you-know-what,’ she said in this whispery voice, before strutting out of the room, her three-inch heels [which she isn’t supposed to wear in the house] clicking the floorboards.

That girl plays DIRTY!! She KNOWS I would protect I-know-what with my LIFE.

Ugh. The neighbours have popped in for a visit. I have detested Mrs Pritchett every since she asked me whether I would consider just wearing a dead hippie round my body instead of the ”rage” I wear.


01.01.2014 [YIPPEE!!], Wednesday, 12:00 am


HAPPY NEW YEAR, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :]

31.12.2013, Tuesday, 11:42 pm


The last day of 2013. The LAST day. There is NEVER going to be another day in the 2013, EVER.

Which also means that this will be my last entry of 2013.

This year has been okay-ish. I mean, there were some pretty great triumphs that had me over the moon, but it had its fair share of down-in-the-dumps time.

Oh, and just FYI [future-me], the relatives left back for Aussie yesterday. I felt myself fight back tears [that were probably prompted by the fact that I was standing near the flower vase and everyone knows I have hay fever. The tears were not because I was CRYING. Duh. I NEVER cry]

I can still recall Aunt Sammy telling me on the third day of their visit that the only thing she was worried about at that point of time was how we were going to spend the rest of their holiday because there were just so many days left. Now I wish I had that time back, because it just seemed to fly past me like a whir of fun, laughter and family bonding [Ew. I can’t believe I’ve started using mom-speak].

The top five moment of this year would have to be;

#5: Nabbing those three gold medals at my karate exam [thus setting the all-time class record of the most number of golds ever won at a single examination. Sweet!]

#4: Winning that cool baja-blue, best-martial artist trophy at the state-level karate banquet. [I haven’t mentioned that in my journal because that took place in January, WAY before my diary-days]

#3: Finding out that I’d come out tops at the national level literary competition [and, in the process, becoming a PUBLISHED AUTHOR!! AT TWELVE!!!!!! -which reminds me; I haven’t told you, DeDe, much about the winner’s banquet at Manhattan, have I?? Which is so totally weird as I usually find it hard to STOP spilling my guts out to you…-]

#2 and #1 [it was I tie. I really couldn’t decide]: Listening to mum and dad tell me that we were going to spend the Summer break IN DUBAI!!!!!!! and seeing Uncle G, Aunt S and Natalie and Norman as they climbed up the front porch [seconds before I flung myself at them, suffering from a serious case of Hay Fever]

Well. Those are the most cherished highlights. The dreaded ones are something I’d rather not go into at the moment [I wouldn’t like to trigger my allergy of… dark moments, now would I??]


It’s 11:59!! Time to go and count down the seconds with my family. Although I really confide in you, Dearest Diary [I mean, DeDe], sometimes, stuff is reserved for doing with my parents and Kathryn [however annoyingly obsessed she is with lip gloss].

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