For we must all learn to howl.

Fly away, dearest owl. Your brand of love would have me carve the heart right out of my own chest.  In some way you are mine, but in the same way you are iron and I am water.

Last week, I had the chance to attend the launch event for the Singapore Art Museum (SAM)'s latest art exhibition - my work involves writing about AV technology, and I'll explain how AV technology and a museum are related in a bit. The exhibition was titled Imaginarium: To the Ends of the Earth , and featured immersive, tactile and interactive artworks from nine contemporary artists. According to the museum, the exhibition aims to take a look at how humans, flora and fauna adapt to their habitats, and also hopes to introduce ideas and stories surrounding lands both real and imaginary. Museum curators posing with the nine artists during the launch. Honestly, I was only there to write about one particular piece of art (you'll see it later), but then I decided that since I was already there I might as well join the media tour and see the whole exhibition for myself - I'm glad I did because I thoroughly enjoyed myself, honestly. Unfortunately I didn't manage t...

It's been a while since I last wrote here, hasn't it? Quite a bit of time has already passed - the English New Year is way over, and we're a week into Chinese New Year (traditionally, Chinese New Year is supposed to last about 23 days).  I've been working at my new job since the start of the year, and I'm quite happy to report that (I think) I'm mostly settled in and working fine. I don't believe I've mentioned this, but I'm a writer for a trade magazine of sorts. It took a while for me to get used to the industry and the content, but I think I'm adapting okay and I do quite enjoy this job. My boss is really, my colleagues are awesome and they've really made me feel welcome to the team and the office. Panda and I are currently working things out in a long distance relationship.  It's... Not easy. It's really no secret that long distance isn't an easy hurdle for any relationship to have to overcome, and I'll ...

I don't know if I've ever talked about this before, but anime saved my life. It's when I watch anime that I don't hear the voices, that I don't hear my dad commenting that I eat too much, that I don't remember the numbers on the scale. When I watch anime, I don't feel fat - because in anime I can at least pretend that if I were in that world with all those characters it wouldn't matter. When I started out with Death Note, it helped me channel the voices and made it easier to cope with the everyday urges to hurt myself or do stupid things to myself. When I watched Prince of Tennis, the Seigaku boys felt like a huge family that would welcome me back no matter what, and didn't care what I thought about myself - I was a part of them either way. This is why I watch anime. Because when I watch anime, I can pretend for the duration of each episode that I don't feel the fat endlessly pressing against my sides, my legs, my arms, my face. ...

Ah, graduation. I honestly never believed I'd even want to go through the pomp and ceremony just to receive that piece of paper - I told my mum from the beginning that I didn't want to attend the ceremony because it was a waste of her money, but she insisted and I really couldn't say no to her. The ceremony itself was nothing more than a waste of time, but I guess mum did have a point when she said it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience because the pictures we took were pretty amazing and they'll make for some pretty happy memories when I look back at them years from now. MUM GOT ME A GRADUATION BEAR AND HE WAS SO ADORABLE. Honestly my mother looked so proud, it was hard to remember that graduation was nothing more than a ceremonial waste of time and money at that moment. The typical wefies that we took just before heading into the convention hall for the ceremony.  Everyone was scrambling to get their gowns fixed because they were so huge and billow-y,...

It's that time of year again - that's right, I'm talking about AFA. This year's AFA takes place over the weekend (25-27 November) but I was only able to attend the Friday event because the weekend is absolutely packed for me. The thing about cosplaying at events like these is that you get so used to cosplaying after a while that attending an event like this without cosplay feels a little odd and truthfully more than a little boring - this was the reason why I was so conflicted when Kira told me she didn't feel like cosplaying for this year's AFA. I was tempted to just go without cosplay, but then decided against it - attending a cosfest just wouldn't feel the same if I wasn't in cosplay. I'd initially planned to cosplay as San from Mononoke Hime again, but then remembered that I'd worked on some props for Misa with a friend last year - I'd forgotten about them when I started working on San's costume, and so I felt that AFA would be t...

So tonight I attended my second Story Slam, and was so proud to present my first-ever story submitted for the night's theme. The audience was really cool and everything, but I was so nervous about the length of the story and what I was trying to say that I guess I couldn't really put across the points I wanted to make in my story. What I'm putting up here is the story itself, only cleaned up and rewritten for clarity and to help it flow better. I hope it reads well! Dear you, You don’t know it, but it started from primary school, when you thought boys were gross, and continued all the way into secondary school, when you started to think that hey, maybe boys were pretty alright after all. It continued into the crushes you had, whether on the boy in your class or the senior who would never look at you that way. You’d never really thought about it, but all your silly schoolgirl daydreams about being with someone only ever consisted of holding their hands or maybe,...