They mean more than you think

It’s Tuesday night and it’s the last week before summer break. A lot has happened to me this year. I moved houses, failed my Chinese test, got a boyfriend, played a song in front of 400 people, got addicted to Brooklyn nine nine, watched too many movies to even remember and etc. If I had to list everything, it would take forever. The point is, it’s been an eventful year. It wasn’t till last Friday when I realised that some things meant more to me than I thought. A close friend of mine, whom I’ve only known this year, had to change schools and move to New York. A few other friends and I were devastated. Although I didn’t cry, (because I don’t like crying in front of people), I was of course, quite sad. In addition, two of my other friends are also leaving the school.

On the bright side, I’ve planned my yearly birthday party and it will be on this Saturday.  Also, I’m flying out on Saturday night to go skiing in New Zealand with my family and then going to Sydney to visit my grandma and cousins. This is going to be a busy summer.




Have you ever been ditched by someone while hanging out?

If you think getting ditched is bad enough, imagine this. Your best friend and a few other friends plan a meetup for 30 mins, all 3 of the friends are late, none of them answer your calls and texts, and all 3 of them are 15 minutes late to your 30 minute meetup. And yes, this happened to me today.

Let’s rewind and go back to the start. It is one of the last few weeks of the summer, my best friend begged me to meetup with her and 2 other friends. I decided to invite another friend. He and I arrived half an hour early and we did some shopping.

Fast foward half and hour. Two of us were standing at our meetup spot , waiting. Now fast foward 20 minutes, him and I called and texted all 3 of our friends, none of them replied. 5 minutes later, they called, saying they were watching a movie. I was really pissed but forgave my best friend. But then she and the friend I invited started calling me names. I left five minutes later.

So please, remind me again, do best friends ditch you and call you names?

2 weeks

Hello there, I decided to come on here because there are so many feelings and emotions inside me that they are going to explode. Exactly two weeks and a day ago was my 13th birthday, it was also the start of my little 2 week long journey. In the past 2 weeks, I have joined a drama course hoping to learn more about drama and Shakespeare, but I have learnt so much more that that.

Throughout these 2 weeks, I have met 4 of the most amazing people who now turned out to be close friends that I can’t say goodbye to. During the second week, I had gotten closer to each of them and as I shared secrets with one of the girls, we exchanged thoughts and conversations and became one of my closest friends at the time.

So today morning, being the last day I will spend with these people, I sat down and put my feelings into words, thinking about what I’ve done in the past 2 weeks. I thought about it and realised what eventful these 2 weeks have been, waking up and going to do drama everyday then coming back home at 6. I’ll miss those deep and sometimes funny conversations I had, I’ll miss teasing my friend about her eye candy, I’ll miss those unhealthy lunches we had, I’ll even miss the teacher screaming at us to be quiet, but mostly, I’ll miss spending time with these wonderful people.

❤ ❤


The black and white keys.

I heard the doorbell rang, signaling the start of a lesson, the same one I have every week. I opened the door and found myself face to face to an average height women, and that was the start to my friday night routine.

I opened the lid of the piano, the lid was black, pitch black. It was a mask, covering and hiding the piano’s true identity. I played the piano since I was a kid, and the lid of the piano just seemed to get heavier and heavier every day.

I lifted the lid on the piano, removing its mask and allowing it to expose itself. The piano was an instrument with black and white keys. One key was so close next to another key that made me wonder how it was made. Black, white, black, white. The contrasting colours of the keys on the piano repeating like a never ending road. Every key was so similar but yet so different, each like a person itself. I place my hands on the piano, the keys felt so smooth, like a puzzle clicking into its place. A sheet of music was put in front of me, telling me to start playing. Every lesson was like a level in a game, you complete the assigned things on the list, you pass. And if you don’t, the list will be postponed to the next lesson.

I started playing the notes on the sheet, bringing each and every note alive. Those marks on the sheet of paper are more than just little dots and squiggles, they are each an important member of a big family. Without any one of the notes, the piece would be incomplete, the family would be apart. I played the first line, then the second, then one after another. My fingers bounced off the keys like a child on a trampoline. I continued on to the last line, confidently playing the last note. I looked at my teacher, she responded with a nod, which till now, I fail to understand her facial expressions.

Standing up, I took the sheet of paper off the stand, replacing it with another piece of paper. And again, I played the short piece as I was instructed to. But this time, struggling with a few notes, replaying and correcting every few seconds. I looked to my right, where my teacher was standing, I got a few looks and glances from her, that was all.

I looked across the piano and at the multicoloured clock on the wall, “eight thirty” it said. It was the end of the lesson, I stood up, closed the piano lid and said goodbye.

Closing the door, I sighed, another lesson finished.


Dear anger, please leave me alone.

Lately, I realised I’m getting angry and annoyed at the smallest things. Like my mom just telling me to do something repeatedly, or someone telling me to do something. In these few recent months, I feel like I can’t control my temper, I get annoyed at almost anything. Then cry myself to sleep at night. 

I just have a simple request, for myself to be able to control my temper. I would just want myself to treat people around me better. I would just want to have one week, that I don’t go to sleep in tears, feeling guilty for shouting at my family. I would just like to say, dear anger, please leave me alone.

Spring Break 

Ever feel like you have no idea what to do with your life? Well, that’s how I feel like right now.
Spring break has just started for me and my holiday is already packed. Yesterday, I got my ears pierced and watched Beauty and the Beast. (If you haven’t seen it, you should) The next few days, I have lessons from Spanish to Piano, it’s going to be a busy week for me. (More like a busy month)  So inbetween these activities, I just keep thinking, how can I make use of my life and actually do something productive. Until now, I still have no idea. But I guess school is more important in my life right now.

So anyone on your spring break? What exciting things have you done so far?




I wanted to start writing, so I started a blog. This blog.

So why? You may ask.

You know how there are things in life where you just want to tell someone but want to keep it private at the same time? I decided to start a blog so that I can express my feelings and kind of let them all out. Now let me just introduce myself.

Since this is kind of a private blog, I’m not going to say too much, but I’m gonna tell you briefly. I’m currently 12 years old and sadly I don’t have any siblings. Yes, some people might think that having a sibling is just annoying, but I would love to have a brother or a sister just to know how it feels. Anyways, my hobbies are to listen to music, draw and just watch a movie. I also love a simple day out with my friends.

So that basically sums me up for you. I know that blogging is not really the easiest thing in the world, but I’ll try my best with what I have, no promises though!

Till next time!



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