For we must all learn to howl.

I've realised something . Maybe it's something that I've known for a while but chose to ignore . My parents always sound annoyed when they're talking to me , but when they talk to each other they sound happier . ...... It's me , isn't it ? If I were out of the picture , they'd be happier . The burden of having to talk to me would be lifted , and they'd breathe better .

This house is falling apart. This family - can I call this a family? - is also falling apart. There have been many earthquakes, both small and large, but the house cannot withstand any more damage. You see, the foundations of the structure were never strengthened as they should have been. Very soon, this house shall collapse. The only question that needs to be asked now is what can be salvaged from the rubble.

So I finally quit working for my aunt and resumed my societal status as jobless soon-to-be-university-student effective last Friday. I still feel kind of guilty about leaving just when the office was getting busier with closing and all, but when even your colleague tells you that you should run, don't worry she'll be okay... You run.  The school's Orientation Day (though can you really call it a Day if it's only two hours?) is on the 25th, and classes start the next day. I'm nervous as hell, but here's hoping that things turn out alright - I've learned my lesson from TP. I still have a week or two before classes start, so I've been trying to catch up on the anime series that I've been missing out on - it's been torture seeing all the photo and gifsets on Tumblr and somewhat getting the gist of the series while being unable to catch them because I needed to sleep, ugh. Click here to read the previous listing (and short description) o...

Karma's a bitch, innit? Mum came home with the news today. Suspected... Third stage... The words made it through the red veil somehow. Someone laughed, loud and harsh and angry, and it took me five seconds to recognise myself. I hope you die, you bitch. I hope you suffer a long drawn-out death. Mum says you're alone, but I see no difference.  My grandmother was alone, too. I wonder if your little friends will help you? Maybe you should pray to them. Ask if they will give you the money you gave them those years ago. Money you took from my grandmother. Ask those whom you love and worship so much to save you. As for me, I'll be here praying that you die. I'll be here praying that you suffer. I'm going to hell for these thoughts, but it's something I've resigned myself to a long time ago. It's worth the karma I'm bringing onto myself if it means that you pay for what you've done.

I guess I can say I've definitely been converted now... And of course the first one I bought was my bias though how can you not love the 10 other idiots. Pei Yu's not going to let me forget this, hahahaha.

Read about the Malaysia Airlines MH17 plane crash in Ukraine this morning - it was the first thing that greeted me when I checked my phone. Further reading led to speculations that the plane had been shot out of the sky with a  surface-to-air missile . Now reports are coming in every five minutes or so: speculations about everyone onboard the plane dead; wreckage strewn everywhere; Ukraine and Russia arguing over who shot the plane down, with fingers pointing at each other; Ukrainian airspace being closed with immediate effect; families and friends grieving especially since this was so soon after the MH370 disaster. I can only imagine how hectic it must be in the newsroom. It's on the tips of everyone's tongues today - no one really wants to talk about anything else. For everyone onboard.

I finally finished that Death Note piece I tried writing about a week or two ago! Here it is, it's kind of short and focuses on the scene where Misa's been captured for interrogation by L - this scene wouldn't leave my mind for a long while and I decided that the only way to get it out was to write about it. Hope it doesn't feel too rushed, it's still really raw and I'm not too happy with the ending format but still I suppose this'll do for now. *This piece belongs to me, though I do not own Death Note. Damn how I wish I did.* One… two… three… four… five… She doesn’t really know why she’s counting in her head – maybe it’s for something to do, to keep herself occupied. It feels like an anchor of sorts, a finger-hold of whatever sanity left in the dark that surrounds her. Twenty… twenty-one… twenty-two… twenty-three… twenty-four… He’ll save her, she knows it. She’s afraid and it shows, she knows it shows, from the slight trembling of her bott...