For we must all learn to howl.

I realise that I forgot to post about something really important today/night. I HAVE MY SEM2 RESULTS. I was so nervous this morning, because I was to check the online portal at 12pm since I didn't sign up for the SMS notification (those who signed up would receive their results at 11am) and so I went to the school library before 12pm so I could use the awesome wifi connection there to check my results and then spend the rest of the day either pathetically sobbing in the girls' toilet or happily watching Prince Of Tennis. So here they are! Journalism 2 (Feature Writing): Z (Distinction) Media Management Principles (MMP): B Persuasive Communication: A Photography: B Public Speaking: B GPA: 3.40 HALLELUJAH. PRAISE THE LORD. MY ASS IS SAVED BY THIS SEMESTER. Yes, we actually have a Z grade. Apparently, its a grade higher than an A grade. WHOOHOO. So... I really lucked out this semester, didn't I? So much better than last sem!

During Drama practice yesterday, we were asked to go up to present an improvised monologue to everyone. It could be about anything and everything, but had to be under the theme of "Love". I did my monologue, and funnily enough, I felt really proud of it. For some strange reason, I got so into it that it felt like I was the character, and it all felt so damned real to me, even though I knew that whatever I was presenting was purely fictional. The monologue affected me so much that I went home and typed everything out straightaway, and yes of course I decided to post it up here. However, this piece is really personal despite the fact that none of this is real, so I ask you to please be nice, don't rip this apart. The usual rules apply though: You likey, you askey me if you can takey. You likey, you takey without askey, I find out, I kill you. Oh, and yes, this piece is titled "Mada Mada Dane". Note the glaringly obvious taken-from-Prince-Of-Tennis phrase. ...

For those of you who haven't seen my multiple tweetbombs lately, I think it's safe to say that I have become a  huge  fan of the Tennisu no Ouji-sama (Prince Of Tennis) anime series. I started watching this series lately because it's the holidays, and I needed to find some way to spend the time since my friends (hint: LIM XINYI) are still busy (hint: STUDYING HER ASS OFF IN JC). Plus, my poly friends are working, or overseas, or preparing to go overseas, or just rotting at home. Yay. So! What more could I ask for in an anime series? Cute guys, playing tennis against other guys... Sigh. Can you believe that Ryoma Echizen, the main character of the series, is only  twelve ?!?!?!?!?! I don't care if this makes me borderline pedo, I don't care that I think this character is extremely attractive, and I am not ashamed of openly fangirling over him for the simple reason that  he does not look like a twelve-year-old.  In fact, he looks around my age, so I feel complet...

They are my newest craze. They are a German darkwave musical group (their name translates to "Blood Angel" in German) and their songs are primarily in English and German. I got hooked when I chanced upon this video on YouTube (while I was looking for PyschadelicSnake walkthroughs, hehehe) and well, I love their sound! They're quite different from other groups I've listened to (Linkin Park and Evanescence have the biggest influences) in the sense that they don't scream, and their song lyrics aren't all self-pitying and I-hate-myself-and-the-world-in-general-so-kill-me-now (although I definitely appreciate those songs too!). Nope. They seem to focus more on the supernatural (think vampires), and even though they are quite similar to Theatres des Vampires in that area, they are loads  better. Theatres des Vampires are crap, in my opinion. Go take a listen if you don't believe me. (Try "Enthrone The Dark Angel" - That's the nicest one from them...

I'm know that I need to blog about something, anything , because this blog is really, really dead. But I don't know what I want to blog about. Sigh. What could I say about my life? Nothing interesting is happening, unless you think that me running every once in a while is fascinating. Mother dearest doesn't like the idea of me going for a morning run in the park, though. It's too dangerous, she says, it's too quiet. Funny because it's the quiet of the park that I'm looking for. I'm insanely weird in the sense that I don't quite like the idea of others seeing exactly how out of shape I am, especially since my stamina is currently somewhere along the 18 levels of hell. Call me vain, call me self-conscious. Whatever. Plus, it's when you're running in the early morning, when the air is still cool against your skin, and the delicious silence is all that surrounds you save for the buzzing of the cicadas, to me, that's perfection....