Sunday, December 31, 2006
AH I can't help it. I just feel so out of sorts.
And since when has my blog been reduced to one-liners, anyway? *glares*
My fingers won't obey my commands. And neither will my brain.
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 11:41 AM
Friday, December 22, 2006
Guys and erm...girls, don't read below unless...well, unless you are as crazy as me to put this up here. XD You can't blame me, I AM down with a fever. Don't deprive me of a bit of fun.
Wahaha. I was just hearing Class 95 FM, and they had this REALLY really interesting thing going on. You know that male birds, they don't exactly have dangling-thingys or whatchamallits like the other animals like -ahem- horses have. So how do they carry on with their line? To reproduce widdle cute birdies?
WELL, and this is the INTERESTING PART, they DON'T!!! They have holes, to transfer the sperm to the female bird. Fascinating. Yep yep, just to bring you this little piece of interesting news. =D No, I'm not a pervert to actually post this up, this is just scientific fascination on the anatomy of birds plus a little bit of curiosity from my everyday life. Oh, and yes, a bit of insanity, too. (:
Uh-huh. So don't you dare lecture me on whatsoever you're planning to lecture me on, but do reply to this piece of news! Don't deny it, you think it's queer, too! =D Nowadays I hardly talk to anyone on MSN, either they're busy or I am. Oooh, that sets my thoughts off as well. Go look at my comb. blog for a post on that. Hehe.
My personal blog is verryyy messy, huh? XD With all my jumbled thoughts and superficiality; what happened to my earlier resolution?
Can't help it, not when Sarah's having a blog with me. Ahaha. After all, I have to have some kind of weirdness in my life, right? That makes it oh so much more interesting!
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 10:13 PM
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
..Sigh.
I do, do hate endings. Fine, good endings are...tolerable, but only if they are very VERY good endings. I want to dream on and on and on and on....
Ahhh~ とても嫌いです....!!!! ---> HATE it!!!! (In case you can't read the words/read Jap/know Jap/haven't been paying attention to this post, for which it is my own blame for not captivating you like it should've.)
Yes. Okay. Stop ranting. *pauses to shake fist at a certain anime which ended horribly* Some things which got me thinking:
1. A lift which refused to warm up. (Super cold)
2. A storm which refused to come.
3. A wind which refused to go.
4. A window which refused to reply.
5. A thought which refused to materialize into words.
The 4th one doesn't really matter, because it doesn't feature a lot in my thoughts, though it did render me being irritable/paranoid/melancholy for awhile. Never mind about it. It's over. I won't repeat the mistake twice. *flaps hand flippantly*
Let me ask you something. (Just post in my tagboard) Am I a random person, or someone who just sticks to the same topic? I just want to find out what kind of conversationalist I am. Actually, sometimes it all depends on my whims or my mood, whether I'm in a nonsensical mood, whimiscal mood...you get the idea. Still, it'll be nice to know what my default setting is like!
My default setting..hm. Does everyone have a default setting as well? Or is everyone changing, sometimes subtly, sometimes drastically, until we forget what we set out to be originally?
But really, it all depends on God! He's the one who lays out the paths for us, who tries to mold us, to develop our talents so that we can discover them and use them properly. And so...
Still. Do I still have anymore hidden talents? Personally, frankly...no. Or maybe yes. Ahhh I don't know. All I know is that my fingers are rambling, my brain is rambling and if I open my mouth it'll ramble, too.
But there's nobody to ramble to..my parents are out for a movie (dating. *snickers*) and my maid hid herself in a part of the house so that she wouldn't be pestered by me anymore..the only thing I can ramble to is the goldfish but it can't ramble back at me....
Sigh. Another random post, right? Drat it. That was not my intention!!! But somehow my brain just went slack, and I had yet another lazy attack again..
I'll never make it as a mangaka or a writer...too lazy...sigh. No respect for deadlines. Tsk.
I suddenly feel an urge to see somebody. =/ No, you'll never guess who I want to meet, not in a million years. Abruptly, I've quit being predictable. ^^ Thank goodness. My friends are guessing too many personal stuff of mine.
YAY Sarah couldn't guess my predictable question!! Rayne = 1 point! Sarah = 0 point! She still can't guess it. Nyaaa. I don't want you to guess it, anyway! If even YOU can't guess it it's not a predictable question afterall! So I'm not as predictable as I thought I was. I seem to be finally growing up. o.o
No no no no I'm going to remain a kid forever, and so Sarah still has to coddle me! (Babysit me for free) Being a kid's nice....as long as you're still young enough to be a kid. ^^ Like me. Even though I'm supposed to be an adolescent already. But hey, let me still dwell a little longer in my whimsical fantasies before I finally act my age.
Oh wait. I forgot to add a number 6:
6. A love which refused to bloom.
Untidy to leave it at 6, I know. That's why I can't make it as a writer, BUT Sarah can! Go look at our comb. blog and you'll know. But you'll have to search through the archives though.
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 7:16 PM
Monday, December 18, 2006
Okay.
Today's Monday, December 18th, and it registers on my com clock that it's 12.05 AM in the morning.
Do you know what this means?
It means...
That it is...
SARAH'S BIRTHDAY!!!!
Happy birthday, dearie. =D The only reason why I'm not posting this onto my comb blog is because I'm not sure that it would register it is 18th December. Sheesh. =.=
Shall post it tmr, then. It's not everyday that you turn 13, after all. (:
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 12:04 AM
Sunday, December 17, 2006
It's still very hard to rein in hard feelings. For example, anger, frustration, irritation.
But most of all: Jealousy.
I know I ought to be happy for people who have Happy Ever Afters (or maybe, just for that temporary period of time) and have things that they'd wanted. The problem is, I wanted that thing too. I've been trying to keep my jealousy or envy to myself, but one day it'll just come out when I'm feeling resentment. I see that they're happy and everything, and yes, I do congratulate them and cheer along with them, but still..
That feeling that you've finally got something for yourself is very very different from this one. And so far, I've been trying to keep my jealousy at bay, so that it doesn't consume me in one gulp and takes over my not-so-rational mind. I don't want to do something rash and regret it later. Knowing me, I probably would, and saying sorry is...not just a matter of pride anymore.
Because when you start out hurting a person, the person strikes back, and NOW you're both hurt, and neither would apologise until cooling off.
But that envy is eating away at me like burning acid. And every time I actually go to see it I just feel so...unworthy. Inferior. Why not me? Don't I have what it takes to be it?
Maybe I don't. Maybe I do. In any case, there's always a next time. But the thing is, I've tried so hard for something that actually mattered to me, and yet it didn't come true. Can you understand my disappointment? I tried, I really did. I wanted it so badly. I didn't try to show it because, after all, what good would it do now? Just to make the people unhappy? Of course not.
Sigh. I've to continue fighting the battle to banish my jealousy and fight for what I want. Or what I already have, but am losing.
Wish me luck. I'll need it.
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 4:09 PM
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Triviality.
Sigh.
I can't begin by telling you how weary I am of posting stuff that ACTUALLY made sense. Really. Because, face it, what have I posted in these past days? Quizzes. Snippets of my life.
What was the resolution I made at the beginning? *Rummages through archives* No ordinary blog. Not just about my life. Uh-huh. And now what? =.=
No more philo stuff either. Uh uh. I'm tired of that, as well. Another one of my brain freezes, or maybe I'm just being lazy. Hey, whaddya know?
Well, here goes nothing. A totally random post on a totally random blog.
Yawns = Disease
Facials = EXTREME pain
Extrovert = Introvert
Coffee = Sleeping pills
Melodies = Wide awake
Fantasies = Longing
Insecurity = Love
Sleep-walking = Frustration
Deliberation = Hair Cut
Normality = Silence
Stoning = Neutral
Smile = Sunshine
Magnet = Lasting Bond
Facade = Fate
Charisma = Expectations
Friends = Loneliness
Like I said, you'll NEVER know what I'm talking about. *Beatific smile* Still, you can hazard a guess. I don't mind.
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 9:51 PM
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
GUESS WHAT.
I'm an ENFJ. =D
You know, in lit, where our teacher told us to do this personality quiz? Yep, I did it once again, and I find that I got the exact same result as last time.
I haven't changed at all, I suppose. X))
Oh by the way, ENFJ stands for Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling and Judging respectively. Don't ask me why Intuitive is N, I have no idea.
And APPARENTLY, I am moderately expressed extrovert, moderately expressed intuitive personality, moderately expressed feeling personality and slightly expressed judging personality.
Like our OM coach says, I'm a "feeler"! X3
Well, here's what they have to say about ENFJs:
1. We are the supposedly benevolent "pedagogues" (DON'T ask) of humanity.
2. We have tremendous charisma. =D
3. We have tremendous power to manipulate others withour phenomenal interpersonal skills and unique salesmanship.
4. We believe in our dreams!
5. We see ourselves as helpers and enablers, and we usually ARE!
6. We are global learners, and we see the big picture.
7. Some of us can juggle a huge number of responsibilities/projects simultaneously. (I know I can't.)
8. Many of us have TREMENDOUS entrepeneurial ability! ^^
9. We are organized in the arena of interpersonal affairs.
10. Our conclusions, reached through feelings, are drawn quickly.
11. We know and appreciate people!
12. We are apt to neglect ourselves and our own needs for the needs of others.
13. We have thin psychological barriers, and are at risk for being hurt or even abused by less sensitive people.
14. We take on more of the burdens of others than we can bear.
Oh, what the hay. There are many other stuff about ENFJs. Here's the URL to all these stuff: http://typelogic.com/enfj.html
But FIRST, FIRST OF ALL, go do the quiz yourself. (: Just for fun, okay? It may not be as accurate, but just do it!! Or think of it as doing it to humor me. ^^
URL: http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 5:29 PM
Monday, December 11, 2006
A long long time ago, there lived a kite and a sparrow. Both loved to fly, to feel the winds that carry them over thousands of miles, to witness things that on land they may have never known. The sparrow would fly beside the kite, holding its string in its beak, and whenever the kite was tired, the sparrow would rest, as well. At night, the kite would sleep on the branch supporting the sparrow's nest. They were inseperable.
One day, however, the kite told the sparrow that it wanted to be in the care of humans. For some reason, it longed to have a little human tug on its string and run along with it, and at night, have a permanent, warm shelter to return to. It promised the sparrow that it would return for it after a week or so, and to hold itself by that promise, gave the sparrow a ribbon from its tail.
The sparrow was distraught, but agreed at last, knowing that the kite would not be content with what it had if the sparrow refused. Despite all its misgivings, it trusted the kite enough to believe that it would return in time for the Big Cold to set in, so that they can migrate together. With the sparrow's blessing, the kite left for the human homes.
Week after week passed, then month after month. Still, the sparrow faithfully waited in its nest for the kite to return, never giving up hope or thinking that it might not return, after all. The other sparrows jeered at it, telling it that it was almost as stupid as that fat pegion that lived in the human yard, to be so hung up over a kite which has no emotions at all. The sparrow said nothing. They would never understand that feeling that they shared between them.
When the Big Cold came about, the other sparrows got worried, and tried to persuade the sparrow to migrate with the rest of them to warmer grounds. The sparrow refused. It still held fast to the hope that the kite would come back just in the nick of time so that they could fly off together. The first few snow storms set in, and yet the sparrow stubbornly refused to fly with the rest of the sparrows. The kinder sparrows stayed with the sparrow, but the rest set off for the warm climate in other countries.
Finally, the sparrow gave up, and its head hung with despair. The kite did not, had not returned, and the storms were too harsh for the sparrow to bear. It left with a bitter, heavy feeling in its heart, knowing now that the kite would never ever return for it. And what was left was the empty, cold, lonely nest, with a few sparrow down feathers and of course, that satin ribbon from the kite's tail.
And thus, this ends my story. Isn't it nice? I set off my 100th blog post with a BANG, didn't I?? ^^
I am really really happy, because this is the LONGEST blog that I've stuck with so far!! Whoo. Commitment, and the right blog URL, I guess! Oh, and the right blog posts, of course. ^^ Whatever mixture of good luck it was, this is the blog that lasted with me through all my "doom clouds." AND of course, the readers who read my blog. Thank yew, one and all!! For not letting me lose interest in blogging.
*Sighs and wipes eyes on sleeve* Hopefully, HOPEFULLY, this blog would last me in 2007, so WISH ME LUCK!! ^^ Commitment, focus!! I must have that determination, that WILL to...to...to SUCCEED!
X3 if only if it's that simple.
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 11:49 AM
Thursday, December 07, 2006
As usual, I am very sorry if your name's not here. No, it's not because you're not my friend, it just because I happen to have another name in mind. XD
Name one of each of your friends with names starting from A to Z
Alvin
Boo Cheng Ee (Chucky!!)
Cherry
Debby
E
Florence
Gracey
Hakim. XD
Iris
Jing Xuan (JX)
Karen
Lu Chang
Muu~
Nancy
O
Pei Ling [Chia] (she'll kill me if I don't write this down. *cowers*)
Q
Rubin
Sarah <33
Teesh
U
Vivienne
Wei Jie
Xavier
Yin Ling
Zhi Yu
1. How many siblings A has? Name them -- Sheena. My cousin. (:
2. What does B SMS you about? -- Trivial stuff. Used to, but now she doesn't. T.T
3. What is C's nickname? -- Cherr? I don't know.
4. How did you get to know D? -- She's a 112er like me.
5. How despo is E? -- There's no one there.
6. How much older/younger is F than you? --Same year.
7. Name 3 of G's best friends. -- I don't know, dear. Mandi, Muni and JX?
8. Does H know I? YES! We all acted in the same play! (:
No 9 and 10. o.O
11. What happens if J suddenly turns into your enemy? -- I'll be sad. :( She's a nice friend.
12. Under what condition will K & L gets married? -- I thought I was supposed to introduce Gracey to Lu Chang first? Whoa, he's really popular huh...XD Maybe when she's given up on JJ.
13. How many people do you know with M's name? -- No one else. The one and only Muu!!
14. Do you enjoy talking on the phone with N? --To a certain extent, yes. XD
15. Do you think O knows P? -- Ahh....no one at O.
16. How geeky is Q? -- No one there either.
17.Is R very popular? -- Don't know..Haven't seen her since CNY.
18. What happens if S likes you? -- You mean that she doesn't?! Oh noooo, my dear Sarah... T.T
19. Is T a very random person? -- Kinda. XD
20. How are U & V related? -- Not related. U doesn't exist.
21. Do you take W as anything else other than a friend? -- Of course. My little cousin bro.
22. When is the last time u met up with X? -- *Cries* Not since the last day of our play..which is a long time ago.
23. Are Y & Z enemies? -- I don't think they know each other.
24. Of A-Z who do u love most? -- What a tough question. But I still love Sarah the most. =D
25. Will you betray any of them? -- Nope.
26. Have u loved and confessed to any one in A to Z? -- That is need to know information.
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 3:24 PM
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
My drawing feel seems to deserting me out of a sudden. Sigh. Maybe it's because I'm too rusty in drawing...? Somehow I feel that they don't make my standard out of a sudden.
Or maybe it's because I've been reading/watching too much professional manga/anime. Like Ouran. Oh no. Oh dear. Ahhh...is it time to start learning manga all over again, to experiment again?! Oh nooo...
The last time I did that, it lasted for two months, and such a torturous two months it was..!! Nothing was pleasing to the eye. I grew short-tempered and cranky. (Ohwait, that could be also due to sleep-deprivation.) Can that be defined as manga's "mid-life crisis"? >< In any case, I don't want to unlearn my manga and learn all over again... *wails* I shall just attribute everything to the first reason, that I'm rusty in drawing and I need practice. Hehe. I'm just that lazy. XP
On a lighter note, it's almost CHRISTMAS!! Can you feel the festive air? (: When I was in bangkok, I couldn't feel the christmas mood, neither have they decorated yet. And this year I've got my widdle Christmas tree..Ah~ I'm just so happy!!! ^^ Christmas means..presents!! I know what present I'm going to get from my mother this year, anyway. And I chose something which I needed, not something which I wanted. Okay, it is half-wanted, but it's a neccessity! And it costs less than 10 dollars, too. See, I helped my parents save money. XD Oooh, I can't wait to see what I get for Christmas this year!! But..then again, it'll probably be clothes, clothes and more clothes. Or books, maybe.
A person of my age seems to be at an awkward stage, aren't I? Too old for games, too young for fashion stuff like makeup and lipstick. (But thank yew, Sheena, for giving me that set last year. It's really cool!! ^^) So..clothes. Books, perhaps, but how do they know what genre I read?
Actually...I'm sorely tempted to post my wish list here, but it'll be considered wanting them to buy, and it won't exactly be a wish list anymore? Pardon me, but I feel it's more of exploitation than pleasant surprise presents, a reward that the angels decide to bestow. So, even though the temptation is great, no. I want my presents to be a surprise, with no expectations attached! ^^ I've learned early that if you have high expectations for something or even someone, when it is not as you've expected, it can be quite a let down. So, live life as a surprise! Or as your christmas presents that you can slowly open one at a time...
Happy Christmas, guys! (I wanted to say this at a later date, but can't resist!)
Rayne.
Where dreams were made; 6:11 PM
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
"Liam?"
"Hmm?"
"If, just if, I agree to whatsoever you proposed-"
"Them," Liam corrected patiently.
"What?"
"Them. Those who proposed it. Definitely not me." Liam's gaze wasn't even on her; he was absorbed in folding his clothes.
Maerya swallowed and ploughed on. "Just if I agreed to the proposal, what next?"
The man smoothed a crease from a puffed-sleeve tunic. "Then you'll be my queen, and I'll be your Dias. You'll introduce me to your people, I'll introduce you to mine. Then we get together. That's all."
Maerya stared at Liam. "That's all?" She repeated, her voice a high-pitched squeak.
Liam turned his attention to her, his blue-green eyes amused. "Oh, of course not. We'll then have the snake-eating contest, and we'll be required to breathe fire and fly with wings. Any other questions?"
Maerya scowled at her would-be Dias. "Be serious. I mean, that that's all required to stop the rebellion?"
"No," answered Liam, straight-faced. "We'll need a wand too, and flying pigs, and-" His reply was smothered by a feather pillow aimed straight at his face. "Hey!" The ruler of Raethe yelled, and was immediately cut off by another one. He finally emerged under the pillows, gasping for air. Maerya watched him, fighting to keep her face straight.
Liam sneered elegantly at his would-be queen. "Oooh, girlie, you're going to be in so much trouble, attacking the crown prince of Raethe. I'm gonna get you for this. Your name on my heart."
Maerya bit her lip from bursting out laughing. "What?" She asked innocently. "You deserved it."
"Oh, I did, did I?" He advanced on her, dangerously slow, with all the grace of a panther. Maerya backed away from him hastily, then stopped as her back hit the wall.
"Now, Liam," she warned, noticing the wicked gleam in his eyes. "Don't do it."
"Oh, come on, darling," he beckoned silkily. "Give in gracefully. This fight is over, and you know it as well."
"It's not over yet," she managed, noticing that he had picked up a silk-embroidered pillow. She scrabbled for the pillow on the floor, and held it up as defense. "I can still win, you know."
His sea-coloured eyes gleamed. "Try me."
Rayne. =D
Where dreams were made; 9:45 PM
Monday, December 04, 2006
Wellow.
I was just going through my scrap book. You know, the one I was scribbling in class, the orange private one? I used to wirte down all my feelings in there, but now I don't anymore. It just seemed..redundant, out of a second. (So fickle. XD) Anyway, when I was reading it again, besides counting down for EOYs (that took quite many pages, plus the jia you-ing and stressed-babbling), that book sem to revolve about a certain person.
It almost seemed like a shrine of sorts! XD No, but I'm not those type to go fangirling or idolizing or crushing or whatsoever. (..I hope.)
Ah well. In it, I keep the notes passed by my friends, the credit slip I got and other odds and ends. I must find scotch tape to paste them all together one day. They're really coming apart. I can't bear to throw them away, even though they are so crumpled and torn~ Those are memories from 112, and probably in years to come, I'll write more things down. Maybe, on random acts. You never know! I'll find a use for them, somehow.
Oooh, you know, I read through ALL the notes, and I can't help laughing about all the things me and my friends wrote about! Ahh...endless source of amusement and entertainment. Mind, if there ever was a MSN archive for me to browse through, I'll probably fall off my chair from laughing too hard and too much. Especially those convos with Sarah. We're both nutcracks. A pair of comedians all on its own. Well, at least in each other's company. XD
Well, some of those notes are reflective, and poignant enough. Though I can't remember my answer, I can remember theirs. Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others can't keep it from themselves. Sounds familiar? Well, just to let you know, I'm trying. (: I don't know if I bring sunshine into people's lives, but I know I bring Rayne, whether a light drizzle or a rainstorm. XD
Aaaand...the time when I'm unable to let go. Now that the year's closed, I'm more calm, not so sad about disbanding and leaving things behind. There would be some things I'm bound to miss and unable to let go, but not all of them. And I'm not about to lament about them NOW. (: Can this...finally...be a sign of maturity! Oh, no! The horror! *Gasps* I'm getting too old for meself! No, but I'm joking, really. I'm still a child, and I still have to teeth once in a while. (i.e: bite somebody.) Anyway, a snippet:
Last exam of EOYs.
I should be celebrating.
But this marks the end (almost) of school
And then we'll disband.
....
I want us to be together in 112.
With everyone talking or fighting and doing crazy stuff.
I want to capture every memory in camera.
I want to stay the way we are.
Well, as I said, that was long ago. Not that long, maybe a month back, but really. (:
Everybody's growing up! *Says that with an air of awe and wonderment.* I'm sec 2 next year, my cousin bro is to leave for NS very soon, and my cousin sis is going to be sec 4 next year! My younger cousins are going to sec school next year as well... How fast time flies, really. And how fast people mature!
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 10:54 AM
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Ahem, ahem. XD
Christmas isn't complete without three things:
1. Presents.
2. A turkey.
3. A christmas tree.
And this year...I am proud to say that I have two of the above! =D Maybe three, if my aunt brings a turkey.
So you might think: what's new? Well, every christmas I'll always have presents and maybe some christmases a turkey, which means that...
Yes, for once in my family, we have a christmas tree!!!! Okay, not a big one, 60cm is all, but a christmas tree is still a christmas tree!!! And it came with lovely red baubles, miniature gold-wrapped presents(stuck onto the pines of the tree) and satin ribbons. (also stuck onto the pines of the tree) My mum found this whole bag of christmas deco + lights and we spent the afternoon decorating the christmas tree with lights, the initial decorations and blue baubles we found in a tin. And when we lit up the lights, the christmas tree just looked so prettyyy!!!! The lights are blinking lights, so there was kind of a pattern in which the lights lit up one after another. I wanna upload the video here~ Our christmas tree is so cute! Under the tree we put a fairy, a paper angel, the present thingy that Sarah gave me for my birthday, a christmas deer, a dolphin sculpture, and a bear wearing a christmas hat. The bear seemed to be looking up at the christmas tree, so the overall effect is so...quaint. There's no other word for it.
Ahh, I can't stop raving about my christmas tree!! =D I was just talking about it to Lu Chang on MSN. He's the only one I talk to on MSN, actually, besides Jaz just now and Sarah. The rest just..I don't like to start a convo first, you see. But, this time I shall make an exception. Oh, my pretty christmas tree~
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
number two..
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
I have a christmas tree!! =D
-=[ normal sch = 5 days a week holiday = go bak sch 5 days a week ]=- says:
haha
-=[ normal sch = 5 days a week holiday = go bak sch 5 days a week ]=- says:
hw was it?
-=[ normal sch = 5 days a week holiday = go bak sch 5 days a week ]=- says:
nice?
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
PRETTY!!!
-=[ normal sch = 5 days a week holiday = go bak sch 5 days a week ]=- says:
haha
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
60 cm tall
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
but PRETTY!!!
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
^^
-=[ normal sch = 5 days a week holiday = go bak sch 5 days a week ]=- says:
hw u decorate it?
-=[ normal sch = 5 days a week holiday = go bak sch 5 days a week ]=- says:
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...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
hmm
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
it's easyy
-=[ normal sch = 5 days a week holiday = go bak sch 5 days a week ]=- says:
i wanna destroy it
-=[ normal sch = 5 days a week holiday = go bak sch 5 days a week ]=- says:
xD
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
noo!!
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
you're mean!!
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
it's pretty
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
because it's petite.
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
which makes it quaint.
-=[ normal sch = 5 days a week holiday = go bak sch 5 days a week ]=- says:
lol
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
say..
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
do you have a christmas tree?
-=[ normal sch = 5 days a week holiday = go bak sch 5 days a week ]=- says:
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-=[ normal sch = 5 days a week holiday = go bak sch 5 days a week ]=- says:
no
-=[ normal sch = 5 days a week holiday = go bak sch 5 days a week ]=- says:
tat is y i wanna destroy urs
-=[ normal sch = 5 days a week holiday = go bak sch 5 days a week ]=- says:
I WANT ONE
-=[ normal sch = 5 days a week holiday = go bak sch 5 days a week ]=- says:
since i cant get i
-=[ normal sch = 5 days a week holiday = go bak sch 5 days a week ]=- says:
it
-=[ normal sch = 5 days a week holiday = go bak sch 5 days a week ]=- says:
i will destroy urs
-=[ normal sch = 5 days a week holiday = go bak sch 5 days a week ]=- says:
xD
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
noo!!
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
you can't.
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
I'll cry.
...Rayne; Forlorn. says:
Xd
Ahhh, a christmas tree.. *sighs blissfully* I do love it so!! <33~
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 9:28 PM
Saturday, December 02, 2006
I know that this isn't good...
And also know that your love can only be that little.
So I can only keep on wanting, wanting until you want to escape.
It'll be great if a tear-soaked pillow can be dried in the sun,
But tears in your heart are only unreasonable quarrels.
I thought that being behind you, it would be the proudest achievment of my life;
Yet it turned out that you didn't want anything.
I don't want your protection nor your rose,
I only want you to love me once for a long time.
Even if it's in vain, it's fine; even if it's in greed, it's fine.
Which woman doesn't treat love selfishly or hopefully?
It'll be great if a tear-soaked pillow can be dried in the sun,
But tears in your heart are only unreasonable quarrels.
I thought that being behind you, it would be the proudest achievment of my life;
Yet it turned out that you didn't want anything.
I don't want your promise nor your forever;
I just want you to love me once for a long time.
Even if it's in vain, it's fine; even if it's in greed, it's fine.
Which woman doesn't treat love selfishly or hopefully?
I don't want your promise nor your forever;
I just want you to sincerely love me once.
Even if it's in vain, it's fine; even if it's in greed, it's fine.
The worse thing is that you take silence as my answer.
In the end, you don't want anything at all.
Wellow. (:
Commitments and priorities. Those two really complement each other, doesn't it? But sometimes, I really feel like squashing those two just so that I can do what I like to do, and forget about the whole she-bang altogether.
Yeah, right. As if it is THAT simple. As if the whole earth can stop rotating and say, "Whew! I'm tired. Lemme take a break before doing that again. This whole spin-thing is making me dizzy." Har har.
So why am I sitting here blogging instead of doing what I should do? I should do my revision or study or do something starting with a capital p which stands for, by the way, physics. Maybe I should. Don't want to risk a volcano exploding again.
It's the mundane life of staying at home all day with no friends to disturb you on MSN that is driving me nuts. It's the silence broken only by my typing that is driving me oh-so crazy and irritable and touchy like an old grandma. Ten-so years into existence and I'm already that old mentally? My my. What a problem I'm facing.
So yes, I'm going crazy and yes, I'm having white strands in my hair. And wrinkles and all the things that comes with old age. It doesn't help that I'm an only child, thank you very much. And it doesn't help that I have so many things to do on my list, if I'll ever make a list. (It'll be very tiresome, so I shan't bother.)
*Winces* Oh, listen to me rant. I shall cut it short here, then.
Rayne
Oh and by the way, I'm not going to the class chalet.
Where dreams were made; 5:08 PM
