Happy New Year!
First post woots woots!
And what
better way than to commemorate a brand new 2016 with *insert drum rolls*… the
launching my new blog! Woots WOOTS *insert cheers* *pops champagne*
Here’s me
wishing you all a blessed year ahead. May you all be in good health and your
days filled with joy and love and success. Have courage, embrace 2016!
Ah, I
remember 2015 like it was just two days ago...... I had many firsts, whether
it’s a new eyeliner or cc cream or jet skiing or hurtful friendships, I don’t
regret them. You can like or hate it, but hey, at least you know about it now.
And I have very little confidants to share these with. So far I have Gogi my
plushie horse and my “pokok” who is the bestest friend everrrrrrrr after we got
acquainted just last year in sixth form.
But way
waaay waaaaaay before that, I have only the moon.
By Moon,
I mean me. Hihi, my name is Munn (but I like passing myself off as Moon), I
just turned 18 last year and I’m Chinese.
Quite
tragic, isn’t it? I would gush about how smooth and sharp my new eyeliner is –
to myself. I would lament about how depressing and abrupt Finnick Odair’s death
was in the book – to myself. I would cry about friends who left – to myself.
“At
night when the stars light up my room, I sit by myself talking to the moon…”
At least
he had the moon. I can’t see it out my window.
It’s not
that I can’t COMPLETELY talk to my friends about any of the examples above. Rather
it’s hard for me to find a listening ear who can share the passion and energy
of my discussion topics. I don’t just settle for anybody. I have standards.
And this
is why I started Talking To The Munn.
I want
YOU, my reader(s) – let’s hope I DO have some eventually – to be my “moons”. My
confidants. My listening ears. The Jack and Gus to my Cinderella. Something
like that.
Everyone
out there is different. Maybe one person can share my fangirling over the
Grisha world and Kaz Breaker. Maybe another can share my amateur passion
of makeup. Maybe another can share my sentiments over why it’s better to give
up a toxic friendship and risk possible mass clique hate for more peace. You can give
me insight which never occurred to me.
Oh, and
to my dearest most beloved and cute and supportive “pokok” who might be reading
this, it’s not that you’re not enough. You’re the perfect listener. Alas, you
don’t do makeup nor Russian folklore and etc, so yeah. But I do love you so
much!
Okay I
better start wrapping things up now!
Come,
let’s talk to the Munn :)
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| Keep your heads up, have courage, and smile! Enjoy the ride of 2016! |
