When the stars have all gone out, you'll still be burning so bright.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

The pain has lessened; what was raw is now partly healed. Of course it still hurts, as all fresh wounds do, but at least now, we can smile and laugh, and talk about her like she's just around the corner, like she was still with us.

And she is. I believe that Wei Qi, in heaven, would like us to be eventually this way as well, to talk about her with smiles on our faces, to not be depressed and cry about her.

It's all about accepting. (: Something else that Wei Qi has taught me.

~~~*~~~

I realised, right, that our so-called innocent childhood doesn't really exist anymore. As we grow older, our thoughts shift into more worldly things. We grow more troubled about friendships, relationships, love, etc. We learn to accept that "that's just the way life is." and "life isn't fair." We learn to manipulate our way around people, to understand politics on a small scale level in the classroom. We learn what adults learn, how to maintain a facade, how to lie between our teeth.

With 14 years on Earth, I can't help but wonder. Poets always phrase it so nicely, innocence because we are so young. But, really, innocence for us stopped once we became aware of what was happening around us. The news. The expressions on other people's faces, even for a split second. Innocence ended for us when we learnt to observe, and when we began, slowly, to fit into the adult world.

It's kind of weird. At an awkward age, we have one foot in the adult world, learning all the cynical, jaded things as they do, and one foot in the children world, enjoying our freedom still. We aren't exactly oblivious, yet (for me) aren't able to shake off the troubling news of the world with the nonchalance that adults have. All the malicious gossip seem to seep into my veins, poisoning my blood. Yet my eyes, at least, aren't still tainted. Tinted, but not tainted fully.

It's just an observation. An observation, nothing more. I'm not trying to be pessimistic or jaded here, really. (:

Rayne; says:
hahaha
Rayne; says:
you are so wild larhz
Rayne; says:
okay not really wild..
Rayne; says:
but more like a free colt
Rayne; says:
finicky and waiting to see the world
Rayne; says:
to run feeling the wind in your mane
Rayne; says:
ooh that sounds nice.
Rayne; says:
anyway
>>>flames to dust__ (thinking) says:
ARGH. WILD?!
Rayne; says:
XD
Rayne; says:
no no no!
>>>flames to dust__ (thinking) says:
eeps.
Rayne; says:
more free.
Rayne; says:
hmm
Rayne; says:
hmm
Rayne; says:
okay that doesn't sound like what I'm trying to say either
>>>flames to dust__ (thinking) says:
i feel so.. lazy. and like bor liao
Rayne; says:
but the horse description is nice!
Rayne; says:
say it's nice
>>>flames to dust__ (thinking) says:
okay. its nice!
Rayne; says:
eeh you made me feel so demanding.

I like the horse description. It makes me feel like one of the children stories about all those young stallions.. *dreamily*

Anyway, dedicated a very special person:

I <33 you. (: Really I do. Okay I've told you this many times but yes I love you! I just feel like saying this again. You are really REALLY lovable. And huggable. But I guess you've already known that.

Yep. Oh long post. GOOD. That means I don't have to update so often.

Shi Cheng, if you are reading this, TAG. XD And update your blog! And ask Lu Chang to update his blog! Both of you are really incorrigible, honestly. :/

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 8:54 PM

Sunday, January 28, 2007

And just like that, she was gone.

I went for her wake today. You could tell how her mom was shaken with grief. It showed in her eyes, her handshake, her voice. The Regency was teeming with people; classmates and other friends, family. Strangers brought together by a united sadness.

They were crying and hugging each other. Tissue paper was drawn and handed all around. I recognised my friends and other people whom I dimly knew. My teachers. My principal.

The first person I hugged was Anna. She looked so calm and so strong, along with Talia. Yi Fei was crying, and other people I knew bore the traces of tears. I didn't want to see her casket at first, but later, I did, with Talia for moral support.

The casket was surrounded by balloons and flowers. On the table were basket of more flowers, beautiful in their setting of ribbons. Her picture, the one taken of her in her RGS uniform, was set among them. I approached the casket, clutching Talia's hand.

It wasn't her. It didn't look like her. I couldn't help it, but I started to cry. I couldn't bear to see her, so I turned away and went back to Min Yee and Sandhya and Yi Fei.

I....

What else can I say? A lot of things passed by in the wake, talking to her father, crying again and again, talking to Miss Lim. We tried to comfort each other, saying that she would be happy in heaven, free from the troubles of the world, free from pain and sorrow. We should be glad for her, being in our Father's heaven.

I know. I know. Even Andrea told me not to be so sad, she would not want us to be depressed over her death. Yes, she won't. But it is human nature to cry when we are sad. To feel that tightening feeling around our hearts, then the empty loss that is like a giant dark abyss. And if we are not careful we may just drop right into it and lose ourselves in the numbing pain. To grieve when we lose someone whom we love - who won't do that?

In time to come, the stinging pain would be gone. Time would act as a soothing balm, healing the deep cut and stopping the blood flow. A scar would always remain there to remind us of her, but this time, instead of crying, we would smile as we recount our memories of her, looking at the photos of her smiling face.

She went away quietly, without any pain. A painless, free death, with her family members all around her, praying for her. She never woke up, but asked for balloons and sunflowers beforehand. And that was what was given to her, pretty balloons with curled paper ribbons and the beautiful golden-petaled flowers. She would be very happy. She will be very happy, in Heaven with God to love her.

I think of this, and even as I still feel the pang, I am comforted. Our Father would take care of her, I know.

Take care, Wei Qi. We would remember you forever. You can't imagine how much we miss you so.

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 8:11 PM

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Why? I still don't understand. Maybe I never will.

Wei Qi, I....

I'll pray for you. For your family, for your friends.

We'll miss you. I'll miss you.

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 10:49 PM

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

We were strangers. Same school; but strangers.

She came and sat beside me. I turned my face away from her and stared out of the window at the scenery, wondering, dreaming, thinking. She opened her food and began to eat. Around us swirled the conversations of many friends on the bus heading towards our destination.

Have I seen her before? Maybe, maybe not. I couldn't help romanticising. Someone whom you love may be someone you've met earlier in your life, though you can't remember, he could, and did, remember your face. Your mannerisms. Your laugh. Even though it's a brief meeting, perhaps only a glance, he couldn't forget you. And soon in time, neither could you he.

She talked to her friend who sat in the seat in front of ours. I closed my eyes and allowed the darkness to take over my light-struck eyes, allowing them to have a rest. Yet the thoughts continued unabated, a steady flow, brilliant to the sight and warm to the touch. How did friends come into existence in the first place? With a simple hello. A smile. A small conversation. That was how me and Muni became friends, stuck together in the library waiting for a certain person to finish her portfolio. Or the play of circumstances, that twirl that Fate likes to give her subjects to. The spin of the Luck wheel. And lucky me have managed to secure my Saatis. Sarah, Gracey, Muni, Nancy. My Saatis. People whom I love.

She alighted. I did, as well. We never talked during the entire journey. Haven't glanced at each other's faces, haven't made eye contact. To the other, we were virtually invisible, just another passing stranger in our lives. Someone you were made to sit beside for yet another journey to the centre. A mere concidence.

How romantic can one incident be? My dreams continued all the way home, when I nearly ran into a wall, too busy musing to watch where I was going. A friend of mine and Sarah's, Karen, posted on her blog that one time, during mid years, she was bored and wrote on the table: Hi, who sits here? And that person actually replied. Since then, they would write on small slips of paper and stuff it somewhere the teacher would not find it. She managed to see her mystery friend (it was a girl) and three years later, meet her on the train.

And I can't help but dramatise this whole thing. It would've made a perfect love story, two strangers brought together by a common desk, small slips of paper and fate. Sweet. And in a way it reminds me of something I've read somewhere. It was just as simple, yet just as sweet. You know sometimes when you read a novel, you get this warm sweetness in your heart that feels like molten honey running through your veins? I feel like that sometimes. Not only when reading a novel, even with my friends, I feel it too.

Maybe next time I'll meet her again. Maybe I won't be able to recognise her. Maybe we would sit again side by side, each doing our own things, never knowing the other's name, the other's age.

Maybe. Yet, maybe not. Who can foretell what would be rightfully ours when the time comes?

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 9:33 PM

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Da Da Daaaa!

XD

I was reviewing my old blog, the "Natural Mistakes" one? Okay, not many people know about it. Sarah does, and Shi Cheng..but he doesn't read my posts anymore, do you? Or maybe he does, but he never tags.

That's sad. I love tags.

And I felt so ridiculous..!!! Ahahahahaha! I sounded so child-like, a girl fresh out of primary school, her eyes still shielded to the ugliness of the world. That blog of mine was about my homework and the daily events of my life...It was something to be treasured, I suppose. The beginnings of my life in RGS. I haven't deleted it yet. (:

Nana came up to me today and said, "Hey, your blog sounds really emo-y." And yes, I suppose so. Not to say I don't enjoy fun or whatsoever, but whatever I can't say to my friends, I just post here. Somehow it's more comfortable typing it into words than verbalizing. Mmmm. Oh and of course my thoughts are my own! And sometimes I have to derive inspiration from really ordinary sources: a pen, a mushroom, a rainbow. Or when I fish up an errant thread in the tangled web of thoughts in my brain.

I had great fun on Monday trying to keep Nancy's name paper from her old French class. Yi Fei kept it as a momento, and I wanted to keep it. But I gave it back in the end; she can keep it better than I can. I would probably lose it. I won't be able to see it next time or try to keep it again, my classes are changed to 2.30! Wahh. Maybe if I ask nicely she'll let me keep it for a day...?

Today I stayed back all the way till 4 pm doing homework in the library. I didn't manage to do much though, not with Nancy distracting me. Sighh. Went to buy stuff..by the time I reached home, it was 6 already. Seriously, next time I shouldn't stay in the library. But then I'll feel so bored doing my homework at home... =/

The price to pay for distractions. XD

Have some musings on my mind, but I'll post it it my comb. blog. Too many hidden people come to this one to read. That one's safer.

I <33....

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 10:00 PM

Sunday, January 21, 2007

I changed my blogskin. :D Is the old one nicer, or is this one nicer? Do tell!

Hmm...these days seem to have a dream-like quality, but full of the routine that school life brings. Wake up; go school; study; talk to friends; study; third lang; go home. The same cycle all over again. But then I suppose it is better than staying at home all day. At least I interact with my friends more.

Anyway, I still have homework waiting for me to complete them, but since I've already done quite alot, I shall take a break now. First. For a minute. Then I'll get back to them! Harken; you can hear their laments, their cries for attention.

I block my ears. AHAHAHAHA. I'm so lazy. XD

~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~

Sometimes I just stare out of the window and dream. There are plenty of things to see, hear and smell. Really. Okay, an example. Let me describe my bearings.

I sit in front of my computer. The computer table has my musical photo frame which I recieved as a Christmas present last year. I switched photo frames with my cousin; hers had the Lord's daily prayer on it, but she was not a Christian. It is a quaint photo frame, with a pastel pink border. When I twist the knob, a classical melody -familair, yet somehow not- tinkles and fills the air. It is not Fur Elise like the musical box I got; this one has quite a plantive air to it, yet sweet and melodic.

Below it is Mitch Albom's One More Day, a touching story about a mother and a boy. How a mother's love reaches no boundaries and is selfless. It is a really good book. You should read it. Yet below it are some spare papers, and a yellow peg with a ladybird on it from a competition of some sort.

On top of my desktop are a variety of objects. A fake sparrow, bought from the PEPS bookshop when it had been all the rage, nests upon the ruffles of a lacy bonbon atop a wrapped can. This I brought back when I have had a wrapping present lesson in Art Club -I was primary 4 then.

Beside this odd pair is a beaded bracelet which I made for my mother's office charity sale either last year or the year before that, I suppose. It is very pretty, with alternating colours of pink, blue and black. It is draped around a snail made out of clay and a white shell I purchased in RGPS. Behind it is a childish hair fastener, one which I liked to play with as a child. I would fasten it in my hair and pretend I was one of the leading ancient princesses in the TV serials. I would also drape a small scarf in my hair with an assortment of other accessories and admire myself in the mirror. The vanities of a child!

Beside the pin is my black hair tie, one I used when I had long hair. Behind it is a porcelain mini vase of flowers which used to sit atop of my mother's desktop; I had soon claimed it as my own. Next to it is a box with a paper stand inside, presumably my father's. Next to the desktop is the printer cum fax machine cum copier that we had for at least two years. It had been very useful to us.

And this is just my computer table. Wait till I describe my DESK with its variety of objects and their histories, and you see how long the post could be!

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 4:29 PM

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

A train. Many people. A compartment. Many beings.

What if-what if, at least once, I've seen them before? A glance, a fleeting look; so brief, so fast that my brain failed to register who they are, despite the fact that I've seen them probably many times, from other places, from other scenarios? Hundreds of faces melding into one, two familiar ones-my friends-strangers, people whom after one encounter, I forget, would they remember? Would you, or would I? An accidental bumping of shoulders, a quick apology, and we go down our life-paths again, that incident fading from our memory. It was too fast. Too incidental that we were not prepared.

Do we forget people in our lives? If the same person takes the exact same train at the exact same time; would we notice? Or is he/she just another stranger, another person in our lives? What makes strangers accquaintances, and what makes accquaintances friends? Some small talk, a momentous event? Something drastic to remember them by?

Friends; lovers; are they all the same? What, not why; how, not when- that's the main question. There's still so many things my eyes aren't accustomed to, so many things that are veiled from me. Without them I am virtually blind, oblivious. The impending storm over the horizon could just be slight clouding over the sun. And your lack of smile in your eyes may be temporary. Who knows? Who can know? You are yourself; I am me.

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 9:02 PM

Sunday, January 14, 2007

From for one more Day -"It's such a shame to waste time. We always think we have so much of it."

I'd say.

Before I've known it, I've slipped into an egoistic way of thinking. Of thinking that I have all the time in the world to do what really mattered, to do what I wanted to do. To accomplish whatsoever I wanted in the millions of Nows that I have within my grasp.

Because, hey, I'm so young. Not past twenty, even. I've got my whole life ahead of me. So what's wrong if I mess a few years up? Everyone's got to take a break sometime.

...But if I looked back on this post thirty years from now, what would I feel? How would I feel? Would I regret most of the years I spent as a child, as an adolescent? Regret that I didn't forge new friendships, or fight to preserve the old ones? Regret that I couldn't bond with my family, regret that I moved out in the end to spend lonely nights by myself?

I don't want to regret. It leaves a bitter, metallic tang in my mouth, reminiscent of blood. As a rule, I like to bite, but I don't like the taste of blood. That salty alien taste is something which I abhor. Like regret.

I want something, some memories which I can look back on and say, "Hey, I did some pretty good things that year. I didn't know that I was such a trooper when I was young." At least, I'd like to leave a imprint of my younger self on my soon-to-be faded memories, an appearance of how I was like: A fighter, a lover and most importantly, a friend. And when I grow old, at least I can comfort myself by saying, "I have already did what I could when I was young. At least now I can rest."

Maybe I've already left an impression on other people's lives. But not enough for me. I'm still dissatisfied with the way I live my life. I've got to change, somehow.

Until the footprint in the sand isn't washed away by the flowing sea of memories, I won't be satisifed.

But why worry? After all, I still have a whole life ahead of me to learn. To grow, to mature.

Really?

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 6:35 PM

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Ahhhhhh I'm so tired.

Actually I'm supposed to be doing MONDAY'S work but for some reason I decided to slack off and post something in record time: 4 mins. Wish me luck. (:

And if *ahem ahem cough* happens to read this, hey, I can't do anything either. This IS a free blog for everyone to see, after all.

All hail. I am the King of the Castle. Get down, you dirty rascal.

So, what's new? Plenty. I've undergone some serious changes. Have I came out a better person than before? We-ell, not exactly. I can't exactly say.

Who could tell? Unless you want me to look deep into my soul, which I'm NOT about to do. No suh.

Maybe if I've never met you it'll be better. Who would know? I would still be going on my own life, talking to Muni, Gracey, JX, oblivious to the sights. Or maybe if I've never entertained that thought? Well, whatever it is, it doesn't seem to go away. I'm worried it'll be permanent.

A permanent feeling. o.O How upsetting.

I want to share my mango with somebody. Gracey, Muni, do you like mangoes?

Next time you come to my house I'll serve you mangoes.

Rayne

Oh dear I took 5 mins, not 4. AHHH can't I even stick to deadlines?

I'm so tired. So so so so tired. Oh, but no ma'am, I still have to wake early early the next day to face school. To brace myself for yet another tiring day.

6 mins. Oh dearr.

I'm getting really jealous of 212. They have all the great people there. Sheesh.

I want a mango and a new mummy. My old mummy doesn't want me anymore.

7 mins.

Where dreams were made; 9:26 PM

Friday, January 05, 2007

People appear in your life, sometimes for a while, sometimes for a few years, sometimes for half of your life-time. Along the life road, we'll meet different people, strangers at first, then friends. Sometimes you'll bring them closer to you, let them into your inner circle, into your thoughts, your feelings. Those are good friends you trust - friends who are dear to your heart. "Saati", as they may say in Tradertalk.

But I wonder, how do you have friends who are dear to your heart? In the first place, how do you differentiate? How do you know your Saatis in your life?

I ran this question through Gracey, and the gist of her answer, "Those whom you understand."

Which isn't wrong. It is logical, reasonable. However, the more I thought about it, the more I was perplexed about this seemingly paradox that her answer has provided for me. Let me explain. Firstly, for some people, they understand their friends before making them Saatis, but for some other people, they let them into their hearts, then get to understand. For isn't it that if you don't get closer to that person, you'll not know more about him/her?

For example, I understood Gracey before making her a friend dear to my heart, but I made Sarah a friend dear to my heart so that I could understand her.

It's a little like the chicken/egg problem, but waay more complicated because...well, this is the human heart, not some science that you can debate over, because there will be a right answer. If you find it, anyway. The heart is complicated. It accepts no logical debate, ignores all reasons and proceeds to baffle all of the theorists at one go.

This is what I accepted, after a while:

People are attracted to other people. Maybe because of their charisma, because of circumstances, but people do get intrigued by other people, and so they do either of the ways as mentioned above on different friends. And it's because of that that they make them Saatis, friends dear to their hearts, almost like family.

My Saatis are friends whom I love, whom I confide to, whom I can get hurt by with just one word. No one else has the power to reduce me to tears. Because I trust them, because I hold them in great esteem, because they're my Saatis. And that's love, at least for me in this stage. And that's why I want to be with them so much. To be in the same class as them, to cross the classroom casually to talk to them, knowing every space of the room we are in to learn.

Even through my heart, some friends are just closer to my heart than others. How do I explain? I just can't. A stranger can turn into a friend, a Saati can turn into a stranger, and even though I will be mourning the loss, I just have...to let it go. However hard it is.

Do you doubt what you can't see? You should have faith, have trust. If you'd loved me like I've loved you, then that's okay. Because you know that I'll always love you as a friend. You'll always be my Saati, no matter how far or distant you get. And that distance between...that is my fault. And it will always be.

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 7:06 PM

Thursday, January 04, 2007

I wonder if everybody ever felt this way before.

I promised...that I'll try to suppress the warped feeling inside me. I did try. I smiled in front of my friends. In front of Gracey, Muni, Jazz, Nana, Sarah...I smiled. I was cheerful, or I rather I tried to be. I really tried.

I did.

I didn't want to post this on my blog, in the first place. I didn't want people to comfort me and coddle me. I wanted, for once, to be on my feet, to be independent, to be strong.

But I can't.

You're right. You were right all along. I am dependent. I am dependent on my friends, relishing in the security that my friends were always there for me. I bloomed in confidence because I undestood them. I understood their personalities, who they are, what they liked me for, how I can talk to them.

But being tossed into a whole new class, I feel like a puppet with my strings cut off. My connection to my friends has been completely, irrefutably severed, blocked off by a glass wall so thick I can't, can't even see through. I don't understand it. I have been in new classes for as long as I could remember, so why?

Because I never had a bond so deep. I never had a bond so flourishing, so intertwined with my personality that I can't just cut it off and ignore it. Is that it? Is that what makes it so...so different, even though my best friends weren't in 112? Is that it?

I can't help it. I can't help seeing Gloria with her best friends, united in one class, talking, even though she was in the same class as me. I can't help but feel a longing stirring in my heart, a class-sick welling up in my chest, a tightening of fist around that precious beating thing that ensures that I'm mortal. I can't help seeing Muni with Maryam, Jazz, Nana, secure in their knowledge that they'll still be together for another year. I can't help seeing....

I've never felt this heart-sick before, not even when I left PEPS. Because that was my own choice. I chose to go to RGP. And even though...even though I left behind many precious things, it all dwindled, because I didn't see them anymore. Because I hadn't grown and known more things about feelings.

I wished I hadn't. It hurts too much.

"Do you think, at the end of the year, that 112 would still sit at the table together?"

I don't know. I can't give a definite answer. I hope against hope that we still would, but somehow, common sense dictates that...we won't. I want to. I wish that we would. But..

Oh, Rayne. Don't you see? This is something to train you. To make you harder, more resistant, not as soft as you were. To isolate yourself, to not be so..expressive, to not be so depressed about small little things. This is life! This is what the universe is about, giving you a lesson. To shape you into something that could take form.

It's so hard to do God's will. Not when Satan is pulling at my sleeve, to tell me to bemoan and lament and hate. But if this is what God wants, what He wills, then I will follow it. That if this fear and loneliness is as he dictates, then I willingly surrender everything into Your hands. Because He loves me. And I love Him.

I know this. But because of the weakness in my human heart, I still cover my face with my hands, still allow depression to take over me, still allow my burden to fall on other people's shoulders.

Because I'm weak.

Because I'm afraid.

Because...I'm lonely.

Where dreams were made; 5:53 PM

Monday, January 01, 2007

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Yepp, it is the FIRST day of 2007 and it means a new beginning, a new start and new memories!

I hope I don't blunder through 2007 like 2006. ^^

We had loads of fun at my ah ma's house counting down and playing com games. It's not so much of what we did, it's more of that we're together that is worth remembering. I'm really glad that I have such nice cousins, cousins which are family and friends at the same time. Cousins who you can talk to, laugh with, play with, look forward to spend time with. Despite the fact that we're all growing up, all starting to chart our own courses, we still keep in touch. And yes, that really means a great deal to me.

Well, what can I say? 2006 has passed like a blur, full of depressions (yes, ahem), stress, pessimism, tears, laughs, craziness, despair, joy, love, fear, triumph and many other things. And what have I become of all these fortunate and not so fortunate events at times?

Hmm. Rayne is still Rayne, after all! Feelings that I've never knew have somehow have been drawn into me, molding me and allowing me to grow as I am. As God dictates. As God wills. And who knows? I'm always changing. It's hard enough to describe who I am, who I represent in this world of varied people with varied lives.

I've made friends. Hopefully, I didn't lose some. I've learned to accept, to bond, to love, to be patient and to think and reflect. Every year's a fruitful year for me, I suppose, in terms of learning in my soul and not just academically. I suppose I've grown crazier and madder, under the influence of Sarah and Nancy. I hope that I've matured, though it'll probably be self-delusion.

Remember at the start of the year, I've claimed that I was jaded, sardonic, cynical, sceptical? Well, I suppose that's always going to be a part of me, a part of that warped being inside me that fights to get out. And for once, I'm not letting it to get the better of me. We all have dark secrets, deep dark alter-egos that feeds on our fears and anger. But hey, that's all right. Because with everything good comes evil. We can't be all perfect, after all. (:

Oh, I'll still have my depressions. But hopefully, hopefully I can curb them. Make them seem so insignificant that I can easily squish them with my thumb. Or just rant on my blog or at Sarah. *giggles* No, she's not my punching bag, but somehow, she understands. Wheee.

Sorry, Shi Cheng, for ranting at you. I bet you haven't had a girl complain to you before, because you seemed really confused. Sorry. I was out of sorts, I suppose.

I feel like doing a important people in my life list, but I shan't, because firstly I'm too lazy, it's too much hassle and gives some people inferiority complex because well...because it's really disappointing if you don't find yourself on the list. Like...erm...like if I don't find myself on Sarah's list, or Muni's, or Gracey's. (I shan't say Nancy because she is very unpredictable. XD But I'll still like to be on her list.)

[edit] By the way, I tried to do a cousin list, but I gave up as well. It is pretty hard to do it, though I can't explain why. Try doing it, really. [/edit]

Mm-hmm. Expectations for 2007? None. Because I'm really looking forward to plunging myself into the new year and surprising myself with every new turn that comes along. Oh, of course I'm dreading stuff like scoldings for my slip-ups and negligence, and exams and project dead-lines, but hey, that's part of school life and everyone goes through that. So...I just have to accept with all the goodwill in my heart, along with grimaces and winces.

So, people! Let's get through 2007 together, yeah? I sure can't do it alone without my friends and family. Afterall, no man's an island. Okay? Let's welcome the new year together! (:

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 11:15 AM