For we must all learn to howl.

To kick-start this, let's have a short one (who am I kidding, they're all short)! Enjoy~ “How dare you”, I cry, shaking with barely contained anger. “You betrayed me!” I cannot help myself — the words burst from my mouth. Standing across the clearing, Damien smirks. Even in my enraged state, I cannot but notice how good he looks. How good he always looks. I soften just a little, but it is enough for him to notice and use it to his advantage. After all, he knows me best. “Tsk, tsk… Such strong words coming from a little girl.” As he speaks, his lips curl in a lazy smile. These words attack my pride — I have always been young to him. It seems not to matter to him that he is only twenty years older than me, a small number in the world of the immortal. To him, I am always and forever a little girl, and it irks me to know it. I try again. “I may have been sired by you, but that doesn’t mean that I’m afraid of you-” I gasp as Damien suddenly appears in front of me. I have crossed ...

Third post of the day! Or night, not that it makes a difference to me <3 Remember what I said about my writing? How certain scenes just pop into my head? I was thinking that I might just post those scenes up here if and when I actually finish writing them. None of them will be linked, they'll just be scenes out of nowhere that my overactive imagination creates. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. It is highly possible that the scraps of writing I decide to post will all be unrelated to one another. Also, it will be good to note that all the stuff I write, no matter how long or short, how amazing (I wish!) or abysmal, will be rated T. I don't write gore and sex, but I don't exactly write unicorns and rainbows either.

I am a huge fan of Linkin Park. HUGE. I may not know the band's complete history because it goes all the way back to when the members were in high school , and I may not have all the merchandise simply because I don't have the money (I'm still saving up to be able to go back to Hokkaido when I turn 26). However, nothing and no one will ever take away my undying loyalty to the band, and nothing and no one will ever be able to question my faith and love for the band and its members. Okay, I'm not going to raid Wikipedia and give you the complete history of when the members met (officially formed in 1996), all the members' names (Chester Bennington, Mike Shinoda, Brad Delson, Rob Bourdon, Dave 'Phoenix' Farrell, Joe Hahn) and what they do (Chester - Vocals, Mike - Vocals, Rhythm Guitar, Keyboard and Production, Brad - Lead Guitar and Backing Vocals, Rob - Drums, Dave - Bass Guitar and Backing Vocals, Joe - Turntables, Keyboard, Samples and Backing Vocals). Okay...

I HAVE AN ISSUE. Yeah, I'll just say it out here: My dad likes his alcohol. A lot. He's no alcoholic, and he has enough self-control not to get drunk, but I still feel uneasy about his alcohol consumption rate. For example, he just bought $719.40 worth of red wine. That's six cartons. And twelve bottles per carton means that it was 72 bottles in all. 72 bottles of red wine. Shocking, isn't it? It truly scares me how much alcohol my dad can consume, and it's only a small comfort that he never gets drunk or turns into the stereotypical alcoholic. I can actually say for sure that he drinks to relax. It's his own way of stress-release, just like mine is to write, read or listen to music. [On a side note, Linkin Park is performing at the Padang Stage later at 10.30pm! That's in approximately 40 minutes! *Screams* WHY DO I NOT HAVE A TICKET?!?!?!?!?!.... Oh right, that's because I don't have the money to pay for the ticket in the first place. Fine, back to...

I'm feeling gooooooooooooooooood. :D As of 12.16am this morning, I have finished one of my (very) short stories! It had been based on a dream I had a long time ago, and is very dark. But I love it anyway! <3 I'd tried writing it out, but it seemed a little too much like a movie script, so I tried rewriting some parts. End result? I still feel it reminds me too much of a movie script, but it seems somewhat better now. Heh. I'm not sure if I should post it on this blog, I'm tempted to, but unsure all the same. I mean, what if it's so pathetically dismal that everyone hates it? LOL. I'm not sure I could face the heartbreak, hahahahaha! XD Just to be random, the thing about me is that random scenes will just pop into my head and I can visualise the entire scene, what this character says, what that character does and why. The problems I have are that I hardly have the patience to write out the scene as clearly as I see it, and I usually am left hanging after I ...

I AM A TWEET-WHORE. Now that we have that off our chests, let me continue with this post (third post of the day! Whee!). I created a Twitter account (@NatNutella26) sometime in August, and I really haven't stopped tweeting. Nigahiga's Tweet Whore song comes to mind right now lol. And I have been pestering my friends (read: Xinyi and Alicia) to create a Twitter account so I can stalk their accounts hehehehe! Alicia told me yesterday that she was thinking of creating an account, yay! And she said she'd let me know what her account name is so I can follow her ^.^ And Xinyi said that if she passes her promotional exams (she will! I know she will!) she'll create an account too. Whoohoo! I remember she told me once that she spent, what, 8 hours online? I can bet you most of that time was spent on Facebook. Come on, Xinyi, don't waste your time on such sites. Use your time more wisely, like using it for Twitter instead. XD I cannot wait for them to create Twitter accounts!...

So yesterday was my parent's 20th wedding anniversary, and I was kind of impressed. I mean, my parents have been together for 20 years. This, to me, shows how much my mom cares for my dad. I mean, she's actually tolerated his idiocy for 20 years. Two decades. Yeah, my mom is badass. So bitches, back off, or I introduce my mom to you for some serious butt-whupping. Hehe! Anyway, my mom has this tradition of hers where she buys a dozen yellow roses for herself during their anniversary. Weird, no? But let me explain. Yellow roses are her favourite flowers, and she buys them for herself because my dad, being the insensitive asshole he is, will never buy her flowers, much less yellow roses , unless someone (like me) whacks him upside his head and orders him to buy those damned flowers. And mom doesn't want to wait for him to wake up and get a clue, so she buys them for herself, year after year after year. I was actually quite touched when she told me this story. However, this...

Yes, I know. I have been dead to the world since, well, a month ago? Yeah, well, my lappie died on me (500++ viruses, come on ), I have had semestral exams to freak out over (with several stress-induced zits making guest appearances), and only recently have added a DramaTec production to my to-do list. Whee. So! My point is, I'm back, so put down that parang ! (Yeah babes, I'm talking to you...) I'm sorry I've been away for long, but at least this post should be long enough to tide y'all through the next dry spell that might hit this blog. You wanna know what I've been doing in my boring, boring life? Fine, I'll tell you. *Reluctant* NAH JUST KIDDING TROLOLOLOLOL. -Semestral Exams and Results -Boy Problems (come on, what else is new?) -DramaTec production(s) and casting ..... Alright, here we go! Semestral Exams We had three written papers: Media and Society, Essential Graphic Software, and Marketing. Please keep in mind that these are the full names of the ...