For we must all learn to howl.

I was watching another FF (Fatal Frame) walkthrough by Pyschadelicsnake (the Wii version is out, go watch it, he's freaking awesomesauce) and well, I'd suddenly thought of that infamous Weeping Angels episode from the Doctor Who series that I'd heard about. Being curious and all, of course I went to check it out. Well, when someone says "weeping angels" what I tend to think of is: A stone angel, or an angel-demon, or even an angel of death. Just... Not these  things. They're not pretty, and from what I've heard, they're not friendly either. I'm no Whovian (fan of the Doctor Who series), but I've been analysing these creatures since I saw about half of the video (I couldn't watch the full video, I got really creeped out) 10 minutes ago. I can't think of any way to escape these things without getting killed. And I've been thinking quite a lot, from quite a few angles (I may not be academic-smart, but when it...

This song is pure magic.

I dream of you almost every night now. Sometimes you're just a flash in my dream, a quick glance and you're gone, other times you're the only thing that my dream's about. Who the hell are you?  You never look the same every time you visit me in my sleep, and yet I instantly recognise you. I don't know your name, I don't know anything about you, and yet I find that I'm the only one who knows you. It doesn't sense, but then again it's not supposed to. After all, which girl keeps dreaming of a boy she's never met? Or have we met? I would not know, since you never stay as the same person. You always look different. But there's that something about you that never changes, that always allows me to recognise you. Or is it you who allows me to recognise you? Please, let me find you, or please find me. I think I'm going insane, knowing that you're so close and yet so far. I'm definitely going crazy, talking to myself like this. ...

Are they not beautiful? Come, dance with me.

It's a beautiful song, and I genuinely love this. Keep your mind clear You can hear the whisper of the wind Trees in the street are gently humming a peaceful love song Now! Open the eyes of your heart You will see all that you missed out on The story just started now under the velvet cloud You remember how to get to the station called wonderland If you awake the sleeping sense anyone can get there so easily People coming and going, running across the street Never stopping to take the time to smell the roses Won’t you come out to play? Even though the sun’s taken a break Welcome to the world of rain singin’ in the rain Fill up your heart with pieces of joy Let’s get together knockin’ a cheerful rhythm on the door that leads to the dream Welcome to the world of the rain dancin’ in the rain What a beautiful day feels like flying it’s not bad on such a day Take away all your pain with rain dancin’ in the rain Keep y...

As a water sign, as a Cancerian, I possess most traits that describe us: Moodiness, Creativity/Imagination, Moodiness, Sensitivity, Moodiness, Strong Intuition, Moodiness, Sympathy and Moodiness. I don't know how to describe this. I'm no new-ager, and I don't have crystals all around my house (although I'd most definitely wish to, I talk to them as it is and definitely wouldn't mind the company as well as spiritual protection), but I've spent a great deal of my life aware of my horoscope sign and its traits. That's why I know that I'm overdramatic at times, overreacting to anything and everything, and that my moods change so fast I can never catch up, and that I'm loads more emotional than I'll ever let anyone see (if I cry in front of you or let you comfort me when I'm crying it already means that I trust you, a lot). Yeah, being a water sign means a constant ebb and flow of emotions. They don't call us water signs for nothing - our ...

Three pictures can't be counted as camwhoring, right? Anyway if they are I think it's my right as a girl to indulge in a teensy bit of camwhoring with my webcam sometimes (here I'll conveniently leave out the fact that I have a whole folder full of webcam camwhoring pics - oops!) especially since my phone doesn't have an inner cam and I'm usually mysteriously missing whenever people want to take camwhoring shots with their phones. The only dog  animal I'm not awkward around. This is why my hair hates me - because I lovingly wash and condition it, and then promptly decide that I'm a lazy ass and can't be fucked to brush it. Have I ever mentioned how much I need a hobby?  Or maybe a life,  I could do with one. Anyone knows where to find one?

High above the valley, the air itself is split as the eagle with its harsh cry circles its prey. High in the mountains, a temple nests there. And in the place of sanctuary there is a monk, chanting sutra; reciting prayers. In his robes of crimson and saffron, with his beads of wisdom and humility, he reflects upon his life and feels at peace with the world around him. With his eyes closed, bloodless lips forming the words required he slips into oblivion a truly peaceful state. Zen.

She raced through the forest, scrambling past the trees with their sinister shadowy smiles, tearing through the bushes and shrubs that leered at her through hooded eyes. Brambles scratched and tore at her hair, her arms, her clothes… But she pushed them all away as they reached for her with their greedy hands, lashing out hard enough to draw blood. It was strange how in the red-tinted haze of panic and fear, even the surroundings seemed to take on human features. But she had no time to stop and wonder about her situation. She had to keep running. She had to get away from him. She couldn’t hear him, couldn’t hear his footsteps, couldn’t see him either, but she could most definitely feel him. His presence pressed down on her from all sides like a suffocating blanket, clinging and smothering and slowly driving her insane. His voice floated to her in the darkness, a thin strip of crimson ribbon coated with velvet and wine. Poisoned wine. “Lilah, my sweet, sweet Lilah....

What happened to that promise, made so long ago? That promise that I made, that silent, invisible promise? I promised. I know I did. And you know nothing of it. You still know nothing. And I pray that it stays that way. Because I will hold on to this broken promise. I will be the one hanging on - grasping, scraping, struggling to hang on. And I will not show you my selfish emotions. I cannot. What is love? This terrible, horrible emotion that fills us all. Why do we need it? It clouds judgement. Makes us weak. And yet humans seem to adore it so much. They pen songs about it, they wax lyrical about it. The irony is - Am I not waxing lyrical about this emotion as well? I laugh. Love, the fool of us all. Love. What do we know about it? What do we truly know? It is a poison that spreads through our veins with such slowness that I do not know if I should wish to die before it is done with me.

MY FLASH PLAYER IS BACK UP. I don't how or why it's being so nice to me again, but I'm not complaining. Here's a video I've been meaning to share for ages, but been too tired to search for it!

Hey all, I know I haven't been updating at all, and in truth even Twitter's been really silent (I haven't been tweeting much, which is saying a lot for me), and well, I'm sure some of you might be a bit miffed that I haven't been posting anything . I've been busy with work, and also some other problems (like my laptop's flash player or something like that - I'm still trying to figure it out) and well, I promise that I'll get my fat ass back up as soon as possible, just let me try to clear all this stuff that's frustrating me so much. I'm actually searching around for any useful "Computer and Software for Dummies" books I could get myself for Christmas this year, lolol. I might make a video to post instead next time if I haven't got the time or energy to type a post out. So you'll see my fat face sometime soon maybe haha. Till then, yeah?  Ja ne!

I am so proud of us. Of all of us. I remember walking into that room and feeling really nervous cos I didn't know anyone, and I never thought that you guys would be such awesomesauce friends. PedoProductions/Pseudoxinema WE ROCK HAHA. (On a side note, my acting is really bad! I have got  to buck up if I ever get the chance to be part of something so awesomesauce again.)

Mum being mum had decided to have a celebratory dinner because according to her, a GPA of 3.26 and a cGPA of 3.14 are worth celebrating. She asked me where I wanted to eat for dinner, and after thinking about it I said hey, let's go eat at Ajisen's, cos I haven't eaten there in forever and I really do miss the ramen. Plus thinking about it I really was craving for good shoyu ramen (Mmmmmmmm!). So it was decided. After checking the internet, I found that there was an outlet at Changi Airport Terminal 1, and that was where we decided to meet mum. Long story short, it was only after we were at the terminal that I found out that surprise surprise, there wasn't any Ajisen outlet there. Guess who threw a bitchfit. No prizes though. In the end I just told mum (who was still on her way from work) that you know what, forget it, let's go eat at the coffeeshop at Terminal 3 instead. It was supposed to be a celebratory dinner. It ended up with me being dangerously close...

Had the sudden urge to fangirl over cute Pikachu pictures hehe. Picking a pikachu up with chopsticks. Quite cute hehe. Ano, pikachu... I don't think you can eat that... I don't care, I'd still want a pikachu hehe. Er, hello. *shy* PIKACHU PANCAKES OMG. He's just too adorable to handle. Because ONE adorable pikachu is obviously not enough. Raichu's being harassed haha. Pichu just looks confused. Poke. ............. Can I eat it? Poor pikachu! Ano... This is slightly awkward. AWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHH. *wrigglewriggle* I have no words for this. Zzzzzzzzzz.

You've been haunting my thoughts these few days. Your very presence is like a whisper. I've never met you before. I don't even know your name. You appear to me in many forms. You never look the same each time I see you. But I always know it's you. How is that possible? I don't know who you are, for kami's sake. And yet I belong to you as much as you belong to me. It doesn't make sense. I always see you with that small smile on your face, just waiting for me to go to you. Just standing there waiting. I see you in my dreams sometimes. You never talk to me. You just look at me with that same small smile. And then I wake up, feeling so unbearably lonely. It's sheer agony, having to live each day without knowing who you are. Without knowing how to find you. I can see it in your eyes. You love me. And you would die to protect me, if you had to. Not that I would need protecting. And nor woul...

Watch out for the wolves, young one. Watch out, before they eat you. I'm not Little Red Riding Hood or Snow White, but I'm lost in this forest all the same. So tell me, where does this path lead? To destruction, or to salvation?

Oh sweet kami. As usual, here comes the once-every-semester blog post about my results, which were posted just 10 seconds ago on the school portal. How'd I do, you ask? ............................okay. I did okay. Which is what kills me most of all. Sigh. BMR - B+ (thank kami. THANK KAMI.) BP - B+ (slightly disappointing but expected; I didn't do too well at the starting of the module) Audiopro - B+ (also slightly disappointing but expected. I did screw some of the assignments up after all) Singcam - C+ (now this is sad. But what can I say? I expected this too, for reasons that I don't want to put up onto this blog) BOE - PASS APEL2 - PASS (note: for BOE and APEL2 you only need a PASS. It's not like I barely skimmed through the module or anything.) Creative Writing - B+ GPA - 3.26 cGPA - 3.14 Well, results that aren't exactly fantastic, but what can I say, I'd somewhat expected them. Except for Creative Writing, now that one's a blo...

My hair's still wet, and I can't sleep with wet hair, but I need to be up early (say 7am) for a short run tomorrow. Hopefully I'll be able to run a little faster, a little more this time. I need to get my exact height and weight measurements too, I can't stand trying to diet without a clear goal... But to see exactly how fat I've gotten... This isn't gonna be fun. Sigh. I've got chores to do as well, since I don't have work tomorrow. Vacuuming, mopping, laundry... The whole nine yards. Sigh. Bring it! I'm planning to head to the beach after that though, to just sit and think about things for a while. There are so many thoughts running through my mind that none of them make sense any more. So I'm hoping to head to the beach tomorrow, sit down and just quietly ask the thoughts in my mind to present themselves to me. I need to hear them. Our end-sem results will be released tomorrow, though I don't know what time. Checking twitter should be ...

I have felt like this all day ugh. And just to be random ;)

DO: - Smile when talking. There's an actual difference when you do it, and it'll prolly help convince that grumpy person on the other end of the line to resist hanging up for that one precious second. - Take note of how annoyed they sound, and try to adjust your voice accordingly. It sounds stupid, but try to imagine your voice as a ribbon, and imagine coating it with layer upon layer of honey to make it sound sweeter and smoother. I know, it sounds stupid, it is  stupid, but I do it! - Always ask when they're free if they say that they aren't. Don't just let them slip past you. - Maintain a cheerful personality on the phone, even when the person is telling you to fuck off. Cussing and stabbing little voodoo dolls with pins can wait till you've hung up. DON'T: - Let yourself show how annoyed you are with the person you're talking to over the phone. Let's face it, telemarketing isn't a very nice job, but hey, someone's gotta do it. And ...

Dad got me a hard disk the last time he went to China, which I was pretty happy about. He also got me two Mao bags and got into a fight with me the moment he came home, which I wasn't too happy about. But well, skipping details. HARD DISK. YAY. I got pretty excited about this, and had been wanting to get a skin for it - you know, that sticker you paste onto your laptop/phone/hard disk/whatever? Yeah, that.And so when mum wanted to go to Bugis today I was all like AWESOMESAUCE I CAN GO GET THE SKIN FOR MY HARD DISK. So I found this really awesome piece, and well, I asked the lady to help me paste the sticker onto my hard disk. I'd been visiting the shop pretty often - I went there to paste the screen cover for my phone and laptop, and introduced my mum to the shop so she did her phone there too - so I figured, I assumed , that they'd know how to paste the skin. I mean, why sell it if you can't paste it, right? I should have known something was wrong when I notic...

I've left the drama club, albeit temporarily. I'm half-considering shutting this blog down, mainly because I don't know what to write about anymore and I'm extremely worried that I may have lost the will to write. How much more am I planning to give up? I'd like to ask. Anyone who reads this blog. Should I shut it down? I'm not making a permanent decision anytime soon. I just don't know if I should continue with this blog. I love it, and I've put a lot of effort into making this blog as personalised as I can make it, but... I don't know. I don't want to give it up, but I worry that I have nothing to offer anymore.

The next time I say that I'm never going back to telemarketing again, someone please smack me upside the head. Because surprise surprise, guess which part-time job I'm back in again. Much better boss this time round, though, not as horrible as the previous one.

Well, I was supposed to blog yesterday, but I got home too late, and even if I'd gotten home earlier... Well, I wasn't in the right emotional state to form a proper sentence, much less a full blog post. I was upset. Beyond upset. Try angry, murderous, yeah that's how I was feeling. And all because of one asshole. Freaking BITCH. Well yesterday was a seventh month dinner thing that I was forced (read: FORCED BY MUM) to attend. I don't really know what such dinners are about, just that there will always be dinners like these during the Hungry Ghost Festival (seventh month of the lunar calendar) and that there'll be auctions held during the dinners, and loads of old uncles drinking loads of beer and getting piss-drunk. And when they got piss-drunk, they tried to get ME to drink, too. Lucky they were too drunk to realise that I was gulping glass after glass of chinese tea, hehe. The colours are pretty similar, after all! ;) And well I won't say too much, just ...

Smile, even though it never reaches your eyes. Let your eyes remain cold, but remember to hide them well. Make yourself look demure; docile; weak. Allow them to think that you are of no threat to them. Allow them to think you are easy prey. And when the time is right... When they let their guards down... Strike, Yako. Kill them all, and revel in their blood.

Look how far the anime series has come. Comparing the audience for Dream Live 1st: And the audience for Dream Live 7th: Look how far they've come. I don't know the actors, and I'm only just starting to hunt down all the musicals and concerts (all under Tenimyu - sigh. It's a hella long list, go check Wikipedia) and well, what can I say? I'm proud of them. Proud of a series that I only started watching when they were wrapping everything up. Proud of actors I don't know. Proud of a fanbase that I'm not even part of. Proud. Just proud. Yudan sezu ni ikou, minna-san.

Could I cosplay? Should  I cosplay? I've always wanted to, but never had the guts to try. I can't sew (I tried okay, but I still can't get it right :/) and well, ordering the costume itself sure seems tempting, but it's not cheap, and well, wouldn't it seem tacky to order the whole costume? It does seem fun, though. - Seigaku Uniform (school or tennis?) - Bag (dark blue) - Shoes - Wig - Cap - Racket + Tennis Ball I've found a website that could sell me the whole uniform (Winter style), and from there, gathering the rest of the props and bits here and there are easy even for me. I know his character well enough, and well, I could definitely imitate him, in speaking and in personality. Of course, I know his catchphrases, but the rest of it will all have to be in English. This is looking more and more tempting. It just occurred to me that I'll have to be a southpaw if I wanna cosplay as Ryoma-kun, though. Shimatta!

Hungry like a bitch. I'm sitting in the school library, level 7 as always (let's admit it, I practically live here), typing my article and freezing my everywhere  off. It's so cold, but I don't have a jacket. When do I have a jacket with me, anyway? :/  Anyway, that's not the point. I'm so hungry that I stopped feeling hungry. That was about an hour ago. Half an hour before that my stomach was happily imitating a dying whale and scaring other people away. I kid you not, two ladies who were sitting near me actually got up and left. I have no idea if it's because of my stomach though. Anyway, an hour later, which is now , I'm hungry again. Starving in fact. And my stomach is about 5 minutes away from showing off its ability to sound like a dying whale again. I'd wanted to head to Cheers and grab something to eat. Something.  Anything , as long as it was food. But I was alone in the library, so I couldn't leave my stuff alone, and I s...