For we must all learn to howl.

So I showed my mum the children's story that I attempted to write, and she read it out loud with me with loads of funny and exaggerated actions. It really brought back memories of when she'd read stories to me when I was a kid and pestering her for a bedtime story. :') Afterwards, mum told me that it was a good story, but it wouldn't be good to read it to children. In her opinion, children today have "no imagination", and would be more likely to be disgusted by the story than be having fun trying to imagine how the story unfolded. .......................................................................How sad.

This story isn't original, it was actually a Valentine's Day text that got circulated many years ago, but since we were doing Just So stories in CW class today this popped into my mind. :) A long time ago, there was a rose of , the palest, purest white you could possibly imagine – it was like freshly-fallen snow. A sparrow fell ever so deeply in love with the rose one day, and begged her to love him back, but the rose told him that she would only love him if he could turn her petals red. After thinking long and hard, the sparrow tore his little body apart and spread his blood all over her petals. And so the rose’s petals turned blood-red, and she fell in love with him. Alas, the little sparrow was already dead, and his body was cold, and the rose wept bitterly. And that is why roses are red.

In CW class today, we were supposed to write a Just So children's story in point form. The Just So stories were created by Kipling, and are mostly about how the world came to be "just so". So, my group (consisting of Stef, Tish and I) came up with a story titled "How the giraffe got its long neck, and why monkeys swing from tree to tree". All we had were points though, so this is how I would write the story. Enjoy! ^^ A long time ago, Giraffe lived in the jungle with all the other animals. He had a short neck and legs, even shorter than those of Horse and Donkey, but he was secretly proud of his short neck, and thought that it suited him greatly. One day, Giraffe noticed beautiful Toucan perched high up in the trees above him, and fell in love with her glossy black feathers and brightly-coloured beak. However, she never noticed him as he was too short, and no matter how he called out to her, Toucan never noticed Giraffe as he was too far down for he...

My dad thinks I'm weird. Which actually hurts to hear, believe it or not, even though I agree with him. I'm weird, and boy do I know it. It doesn't stop you from feeling a bit hurt when your own dad shakes his head and tells you that you're weird though.

Just to be random, Tish is awesome with makeup. Just saying. Love you, sweets. You can't see much from here, but Tish helped me put eyeliner (because Kami-sama knows how bad my makeup skills are), and it was  gorgeous . <3 Thanks, babe! (Can I bribe you to help me out with makeup more often, please?....) Well today was tiring but pretty fun, what with helping out with filming for the school and then having drama practice (I only managed to catch the last 20 minutes of practice today due to filming, boo. Got to hug everyone though.) before going for dinner with the drama seniors, which was awesomesauce because I very very rarely manage to go for dinner. The parents get upset (read: SUPERFUCKINGANGRY) if I'm not back before 10pm after drama practice. On my way home, I did what I do almost 24/7 - check Twitter. If you haven't heard by now, I am obsessed with Twitter, and I tweet pretty damn often. Like, several-times-an-hour often. Heh. ANYWAY. I saw that Tis...

I genuinely miss Hokkaido's skies. There isn't a day that goes by without me wishing I could be back in that one place I felt at peace with myself.

Spinning your web, Held together by gossamer threads of illusions and lies that dye it red. You wait, patiently standing in the shadows like a black widow awaiting her prey. Me. The prey comes; you lunge; with sticky webs in your hands. I turn to run, but to no avail; stuck fast; no escape. I strain at these silvery threads that bind me, how is it that they hold me so? Watching me closely, you hiss with pleasure before descending for the feast. A clean bite; barely a drop spilled, but still blood runs across the floor. Or are they tears, stained red by fear and desperation? I guess I will never know. My head lolls forward, hair hiding my eyes, as I succumb to the sweet embrace of the Darkness that threatens to pull me in.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXMeZwO2qZ0 I love this song, it's been on repeat the whole day hehehe. The music video is amazing too, though I personally find that the ending of the video is a bit too creepy for my taste! :/

Second post of the day/night, I know. I'm not taking this one down, though. One step forward, and two steps back. Three steps forward, and six steps back. This is how I feel whenever I try to forget you, to place you from my mind. Four years now. Is that not enough? You have found your happiness; now let me find mine. I cannot deny what I feel for another is different from how I felt for you. Instead of an inferno, blazing white-hot, there are flames, burning slowly and quietly. The heat that spreads across my face is gone; in its place is hopeful confidence, seeking acceptance. I know not if I will ever be free from the chains that you unknowingly placed over my wrists but perhaps, over time… Even the strongest of irons will rust away. Perhaps I will face rejection, perhaps we can work something out. Who knows? Many times I have tried to run from your memory; many times I have fallen. Whenever I think I’m okay, that th...

I have a problem. It's a problem that most of my close friends know about, but I've never really talked about it before. I have incredibly bad mood swings. Yep, you read it right. Mood swings. You're probably thinking, hey, come on, she's just a girl, it's normal for this to happen, blame it on hormones blah blah blah. And sure, maybe it's the hormones. I wouldn't know. But I can tell you that this isn't normal, not when I can literally swing from happy to angry and crying in five minutes. I kid you not. A good example would be my tweets. My tweets range from "I feel good today. The skies are so beautiful! :D" to "You know what? Maybe it's not worth living anymore..." to "OMFG I FUCKING HATE YOU DON'T EVEN BOTHER TALKING TO ME JUST GTFO". And you know what's scary? All this can be in one day. One day.  It scares me, honestly. I'm a Cancerian, sure, the most emotional sign in the horoscope. Sure, our emo...

I'M FINALLY DONE WITH MY JOURNALS. Picture this: You’re standing in a grassy field, surrounded by the softly bobbing heads of dandelions and daisies. As a cool breeze blows, gently ruffling your hair, dandelion seeds detach themselves from the flowers and drift away, going wherever the wind carries them. The sky is a beautiful forget-me-not blue, and in the distance you can see the distinct outlines of snow-capped mountains. This may sound like a scene from a book, but let me assure you that such natural beauty exists. Believe it or not, the first paragraph was describing what you would observe if you were driving on any highway in Hokkaido, Japan and happened to step out of the car to take a breather or stretch your legs for a while. I’m not trying to promote or advertise the country, but Hokkaido is a place of indescribable beauty, filled with a sense of tranquility wherever you go. In Hokkaido, you can: - Find sprawling acres of land filled with all kinds of beau...

Because BlutEngel is freaking awesome. <3 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DvrjdZHoh4A (Lyrics are in the Show More box)

Even with all the hair, Bon Jovi still manages to look extremely handsome. <3333 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDK9QqIzhwk

All my friends know how much Harry Potter means to me. For 12 years of my life, the series have been there for me to laugh, cry and agonise over. It was my childhood. I'm proud to say that I'm a Potterhead and part of the Harry Potter generation and fandom. There really isn't any other fandom as united, in my opinion. We've read the books, watched the movies, held endless discussions about plot points and characters, and I'm happy to say that I've actually made some good friends online because of our shared love for all things Harry Potter. Yes, I was one of those girls who would pre-order the books (or at least beg her mum to help her pre-order them), watch all the movies in the cinemas and get dirty looks every time she cried out "THAT WASN'T IN THE BOOK!" or "WHY DIDN'T THEY PUT THAT IN THE MOVIE?!??!", stage fake wizard duels with her friends (and end up killing each other by shouting "Avada Kedavra!" at the same ...

Your heart starts pounding in your chest, so loud and hard that you think it can be heard by all those around you. The butterflies in your stomach flutter about in frenzied hysteria, making you feel slightly uneasy and lightheaded. You can’t think, either – the only thing running through your mind is an endless cycle of “Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God.” The amazing thing is that all this can be caused by one single person. And this person isn’t some celebrity or prominent figure – to the world, he is insignificant, but to you, this person is the world. Sound familiar? This is basically what happens when you have a crush on someone. It’s a truly bittersweet feeling, to have a crush on someone. Why bittersweet? Well, when you have a crush on someone, your every thought is about him. You try to look your best, just in case you should happen to run into him. When your friends ask or tease you about him, you feel embarrassed, but for some reason you simply can’t wipe that silly, love-ad...

In the hustle and bustle of daily life, most of us are so absorbed in what’s in front of us that we forget to look up the skies every now and then. Then again, to most people, the skies are quite boring – after all, it’s just the hot sun and clouds, right? At night, we usually see the moon, more clouds, and sometimes a few stars. All in all, the skies seem pretty boring, right? Wrong. If you ask me, I strongly feel that the skies are fascinating, especially with the emotions that they convey. When it’s a bright, sunny day, the skies seem cheerful, with the sun doing all it can to warm the earth. It gets a little too enthusiastic sometimes, though! When it’s a rainy day, it feels as though the clouds themselves are weeping for some reason that we will never understand. I personally love watching the rain, especially when it’s storming outside. I couldn’t possibly explain why, but there’s something about the barely-contained natural violence of a thunderstorm that appeals to ...

I just love watching pyschadelicsnake videos, especially for the Fatal Frame game series. If you don't know what it's about, go read wikipedia, I'm more than slightly lazy to tell you what exactly it is. This FANMADE video shows us some of snake's best moments for Fatal Frame 2 hehehe. Enjoy! (especially if you've been having a stressful day/week/month/year/whatever.) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsav4mFm1qo WARNING: HORROR/COMEDY. You either die of a heart attack, or you die because you were laughing too hard. Like me.

Does anyone remember how their childhood was? For me, I remember that it was all about reading as many books as I could. From Enid Blyton to Nancy Drew, from Beatrix Potter to Harry Potter, I devoured them all. My mother was extremely supportive of my reading habit, and made it a point to bring me to the neighbourhood library at least once a week. But books weren’t the only thing that played a big part in my childhood. Just like any other kid, I loved running around and having fun. Games like “Catching” and “Ice and Water” were considered “must-plays” to children like us. How many recess periods were spent in the school field, merrily running after our friends as the “Catcher”, or running from the “Catcher”, all the while yelling and screaming with childish delight? How many afternoons were spent running in the hot sun as someone counted down from 10, looking for that perfect hiding spot? And when we found that “perfect” hiding place, we would immediately duck into it and put ...

Hey guys, I'd really appreciate it if you could help me look through this for a bit! Questions, comments, suggestions, critiques, I'll welcome them all! Sankyou~~! Death What is it about this one simple word that strikes fear into so many people? I mean, everyone wants to live longer. Nobody wants to die.  I just wonder why so many people are so afraid of this simple little word. The dictionary puts it quite scientifically, without any emotion: “Death is the permanent end of the life of a person or animal, when the heart stops beating and all other functions of the body and brain stop too.” There, plain and simple. Nothing so terrifying, is it? But since when the image of Death become, from the end of the life of a person or animal, to a hooded figure with a scythe in its decaying hand? When did we get so terrified of all that Death represents? I cannot comprehend this. Maybe it’s a bit scary to accept that Death awaits you no matter who you are, how old you ar...

Read this and weep, people. Beyond yon roof, of sod and thatch Beyond yon door, of wood and latch Beyond the reach of man's morals Beyond yon hedge of thicket Laurels Dwells a creature in forest veil Dwells one, that lives, beyond the pale Dwells, who takes victims with care Dwells, who with, blank eye does stare Watch, it does, from beneath the moon Watch, it does, from shadows bestrewn Watch, it has intent to bespell Watch and feel its brace impel Whilst, I hold, dreams sempiternal Whilst, I invite, days be final Whilst, I take last, sweet breath Whilst, I embrace my lover....Death

For CW, we've got to write 5 journals for submission when term break is over. Yes, I'm on term break now, till 24th June at least! :D I always thought that since I keep 12 diaries, writing a journal for submission should be easy. What's more, I always write and blog in standard english, preferring not to use text language, so it should be okay, right? Wrong. Dead wrong. I've only just realised that I can't just plonk myself down in front of the laptop and start typing whatever I please, like I how I blog. It just isn't done. I've got to actually think deep about what I want to write, about what point I want to make. All the same, when I've actually finished my 5 journal entries, I'll post them up here for comments! Please, if I do actually have people reading my blog... Comment please? =.="

I'm in such a fix. I feel like I wanna post something, but I don't have anything to post. I feel like there's something I need to get off my chest, but I don't know what. I've kept too many things locked up inside. All I'll allow myself to say is this: It's funny how talking to you seems to push the pain away for a while, no matter how temporarily. It's afterwards that I start thinking too much and the pain returns. I'm not saying who, if you wanna know, ask me yourself. Heh. Also, I don't own this song. Or the lyrics. Though I'd wish to meet the band some day, but I can tell it's never gonna happen. Still, I can daydream, can't I? :D http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxytyRy-O1k