“At night when the stars light up my room, I sit by myself talking to the moon…” ~ Bruno Mars

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 :)

Keep your heads up, have courage, and smile! Enjoy the ride of 2016!