For we must all learn to howl.

Well, I guess this is what happens when you don't really know what you want to blog about, yet sign in anyway. Hmmm, what to talk about? I'm sick, but you guys already know that. My lappie is dying, but you guys know that too. I love PoT, but then again, I've been fangirling about it so much that it's a little difficult to find someone who doesn't  know that I'm currently obsessed with PoT. Wait. Obsessed. That just reminds me, during that creative writing class we had last Thursday, our tutor asked us what we were obsessed about. Of course, such a question was met with awkward silence and quite a bit of grinning on my part, though I sobered up when I realised that she really expected an honest answer from each and every one of us in the room. So, I had to do some serious thinking. The first answer that popped into my mind was death, but I pushed that thought aside. After all, I didn't want to mark myself as the weird kid on the very first tutorial... ...

Oh yeah, me being the huge idiot I am, I forgot to mention that I AM NOW A YEAR 2 STUDENT AT TEMASEK POLYTECHNIC WHOOOO. Yay to new classes (I got Broadcasting and Creative Writing as my elective and CDS respectively! *screams*) and meeting new people (I can't wait to meet the new dramatec freshies! Though if they're giggling idiots I swear I'll cut them. Rawr.)! Ooh here are my new subjects: - APEL 2 (which is like CME from secondary school, only slightly less boring) - Single Camera Production (<3) - Broadcast Performance (I cannot wait for this! Though the makeup part.... Meh.) - Basic Media Research (I have to stay awake for this. I can't stand statistics, but this is really important!!) - Intro to Audio Production (which is pretty much intro to RADIO. Let's go!) - Creative Writing (I'm not a good writer, but I hope I can change that!) - Basics of Entrepreneurship (I can survive this.......) And at the same time.... Boo to falling sick befor...

Okay my lappie is giving me a shitload of problems again (I think it caught the same virus I did, haha), so I'll make this a hopefully short post before it decides to die on me again. During Creative Writing class yesterday, I teamed up with Stef and Laetitia to write a little something following the style of Arthur Yap's "A Market At Ueno". Go check it out if you haven't, it's really pretty cool. :) The location we chose was a cemetery (no surprises there, coming from moi) and so we came up with this: Sombrely-dressed tombstones in homogenous grey, Lifeless blackened moss,  Innocent ignorant lichen, Weeping angels - their cold faces contorted into eternal agony, Names forgotten, Timeworn etchings, Choking tendrils of incense, Gaping black maws in the ground, Impassive cradles of lost love, Fruitless attempts of appeasing the dead, Crackling fires, Gripping sodden earth, Foreboding looming crosses, The hills beckoning you...

I have had it with having to wear different masks for every single fucking minute of my life. I have had enough. If you've ever watched a Chinese mask act, you might know what I'm talking about. The actor steps onstage and during his act, displays his prowess at changing masks within the blink of an eye. He does it so deftly that the audience can't see how he does it so easily. In one set, he can go through, what, 6 or 8 masks, maybe even 10. I've never kept count. What I'm trying to say is that I've been feeling this way - that I always have to wear a different mask for every situation I'm in. It's like a huge mask act of my own, and I'm the actor, having to put on a good show for the audience, a neverending facade to be presented to an audience hungrily waiting for me to slip up somewhere just so they can pounce and tear me to pieces. I remember how I used to be in NAS. I was the girl who always had a song with her, ready to burst into song anyw...