Thursday, January 31, 2008
Isn't it amazing when you can make friends any place, any time, anywhere, in any circumstances?
(:
She has three children: 17, 20-something and 35. She is 50 years old. (I guessed 59 - she must have felt insulted.) Which meant that she gave birth AT OUR AGE. And she got married...when? My gosh. She is very hard-working. She just left from a part-time maid job...and on her way to give her husband some water. She does not fear ghosts, has a neighbour who has the yin-yang eyes (i.e, able to see ghosts) and dislike school children who talks loudly on the bus. She wonders how I can sleep in the bus, but really, what else is there to do? She prefers MRT to bus when it comes to sleep. (I don't - the seats are so uncomfortable!)
And all these just because my sleepy head accidentally almost landed on her shoulder.
Is it concidence? I don't think it was just a chance meeting...I'm inclined to think that it is something more beautiful than that. It's just like how after a rainy afternoon you spot clumps of mushrooms under a tree, or while walking your eyes "accidentally" chance upon the faint rainbow in the sky. If you never look up you'll never know.
Today, somewhere in between lessons Jamie paraded around, happily showing 313ers something she held in her hands. Wherever she went people started laughing. Finally she reached our table, and showed us...the student handbook. This year our student handbook had pictures of our school drawn by old and current students. And underneath the painting we read the caption:
Not a Nursey, but a Sanctuary.
To quote Jazzu: HOW PROVOCATIVE. And to think it's in the student's handbook! Ahahaha! We were laughing at it the entire day.
Follow the chalk-white arrows!
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 6:47 PM
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
"I can't eat you properly if you persist on waging war with me!"
..was what I yelled to my pomelo before it defiantly squirted pomelo juice into my eye.
WHY IS THIS POMELO SO STUBBORN.
Where dreams were made; 9:45 PM
"...Just by gazing upon her face, no matter how weary you are, you will feel happy. Deep inside your heart, you will feel a warmth spreading to the surface. This is - a prelude to love...."
Closer, closer I moved near you
The way I want you makes me fear you
So no matter how painful it is.
Where dreams were made; 5:16 PM
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NANCY!!!
AND happy birthday Joong Yan and JOYCE!
This is the first time I wished happy birthday to so many people consecutively. XD
I saw a pigeon in the middle of the road. Its body was broken, the wings spread out as though it was still soaring through the skies. A mess of feathers. No blood. Some pigeons were gathered on the lamp post, waiting, watching. On the other side of the block it was noise and laughter. Screams, squeals and old women talking. Children playing on the see-saw, mothers chatting about their day. A woman patiently waits as her two dogs gamboled around a young sapling. An old woman hand in hand with her maid, leaning heavily on her umbrella, tottering towards the lifts.
Two sides of the block: one of death, and one of life.
Oh, it's such a mess of conflicting emotions.
Where dreams were made; 4:57 PM
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
You may not need me, but did it ever occur to you that I may need you instead?
Of course it didn't.
I'm so, so tired of arguing, negotiating, compromising with myself. It's so hard. It's so draining. It is so pointless. Why should I do this to myself?
On another hand, I can't wait for CNY! I can't wait for my memories to catch up with me. It's going to be a whole lot of fun. We would have a party, there would be cakes, jellies, tea, biscuits...would you like to join us as well? Let's create new memories together.
These days have been spinning wildly out of control, so I'm glad for any tiny respite. Today has been a pretty restful day..it's tomorrow that I'm not really looking forward to, for the weirdest, funniest, most childish reasons. Days come and days past, but still...
I saw Sheena at Far East today! Surprise out of all surprises. (Isn't it a bit late to shop for new year's clothes?) It's kind of surreal; she had her friend with her, I had JX and Muni with me, and introducing them to my cousin is......a little queer. We do not look alike, really. See you at your house on CNY! (:
It's funny how we can't remember the rhymes when we actively think of them.
Hey diddle diddle
The cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
The dog laughed to see such fun (Rayne: I KNEW there was a dog in there!)
And the dish ran away with the spoon. (Sarah: Not the fork, the dish la!)
And since when have I become a versatile prop?
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 8:56 PM
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TCW!
(Even though I only found out like, what, 20 minutes ago, and you probably would not see this, since you don't even know my blog address--
happy birthday. (:)
AND GIVE ME YOUR ADDRESS, PLEASE.
Where dreams were made; 7:10 PM
Tongue-twister of the day:
Sock shop!
:D
..and other variations. Try saying it really fast!
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 5:44 PM
Monday, January 28, 2008
On a random whim, I'm allowing myself to miss some people right now. I should list them out, but I won't, because, because.....
Just because.
I hope Swetha arrived safely in Austrailia. She's probably still getting used to the things there...Probably she's malu-ing her way through all the interesting stuff that happen in Melbourne. It'll be just like her.
Spent more than 25 minutes figuring out physics with Kelly, and we're not even half-way through! I was looking through our proposal for MPP again but I can't think of anything else..I need a new perspective. What NEGATIVE IMPLICATIONS can there possibly be?! I don't understand. I can't think.
Oooh, Fidelity's on again!
WAIT. FOCUS.
If I was even focusing, I won't even be typing this paragraph.
I'm sorry if I'm not coherent.
Where dreams were made; 7:20 PM
History:
Me: ..Aristotle's teaching and Petoh-peto-peh-peh-petee-
Pearlyn: HAHAHA
Mr Ganesh: Ptolemy. You don't pronounce the "p"!
Me: Then what's the point of having that P in the front if you don't pronounce it!
Mr Ganesh: Just like you don't pronounce the "p" in photography, you don't go pe-hotography.
Me: But "ph" is fff!
Pearlyn: AHAHAHA
STUPID PTOLEMY.
...I remember having this problem last year too.
Where dreams were made; 5:20 PM
Sunday, January 27, 2008
I was in my room busy doing math, suspended in this cube of light and fan and music that I didn't really realise that outside it was pouring like crazy. So when I opened the door I went, "WHOA".
It's so dark outside! It's a bit eerie. Very silent.
So now I'm opening the door, half-expecting the darkness to seep in, but they don't dare cross the threshold into my colour-world. I swear, everything outside looks brown...or at least have a brownish tinge to it.
Dolly's posting so many spoilers of Loveless that I refuse to go to her blog anymore. D<
I wonder how some people can be so sweet and so charismatic at the same time. It's scary, but you can't help gravitating to them, they practically exude charm. I guess that's what being a Connector is.......now that I've read the Tipping Point I'm seeing many examples in my life, which makes me a little insecure as well. Sociology is such an interesting topic! I'm looking forward to reading Blink if I can.
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 4:23 PM
Saturday, January 26, 2008
You know I'd want to record it, but I can't do it without feeling weird and awkward, so I need someone to talk to.
If you're looking for the Rayne from one minute ago, she's not here.
Where dreams were made; 4:30 PM
Now here we go again
You say you want your freedom
Well who I am to keep you down
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat...drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost
And what you had
And what you lost
Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say women they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know
Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions I keep my visions to myself
It's only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness
Like a heartbeat...drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost
What you had
And what you lost
Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say women they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know
I'm reviewing this song again! I can relate to it better now.
How nice it would be to collect dreams and turn them into reality. I wish I have that power. To see your wildest dreams come true, even for a split second.....and then I would go around asking for dreams, trading them for reality, until I would have enough dreams of my own for eternity.
You know when you're about to drown.
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 4:21 PM
Friday, January 25, 2008
It is founded.
I spent a lot of money today, visible and invisible ones. Now I feel very light. A bird flew past me so near that its wing brushed my head. Suddenly all the egrets took flight, one after the other, and flew away into the brilliant sun. I don't want to waste anymore money (of my own)...and my email is too much hassle. Why do vinegar smell so nice..but Kelly hates it. After all the egg got onto her I don't blame her. I'm so tired....but if I don't write it down I'll forget, and I don't want to forget......
If you want to understand you'll have to call. Stop wasting my money!
...Now what was it I wanted to say.
Noelle made me do it.
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 7:40 PM
Thursday, January 24, 2008
OH I FORGOT.
DARLING'S ORANGE ZIPPY BAG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's theraputic! I'm entranced.
Where dreams were made; 9:44 PM
It's true that love can change a person. I'm witnessing it before my very eyes.
Oh my, I'm discovering a side to ____________ that I never knew before. :O It's so intriguing! It's so contradicting. It may not be good.
I must learn to curb my habit of talking to myself out loud, especially within earshot of the people whom I'm talking about. >< (But it was a compliment....!! Of sorts.)
Mei Jun's mealworms are so cool. De Suza persists on chewing on my nail through the plastic. I think he's intelligent! The other just lolls around and burrows itself into the oat like a good worm should do.
By the way it's true, Noelle, I do get happy on romance.
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 9:34 PM
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
I think that the hardest type of accquaintance are those that you know by face and by name but not by heart. It's so hard to get beyond those polite civilities to understand the person and be close enough to that person to smile to, to talk to and to laugh with.
Thank You for letting me get to know my friends. Thank You for letting me get to know my class. Thank You for letting me get to know the ones I love. Without You I can achieve nothing.
The Missing Piece
(I'll see if I can remember most of it.)
There was once a Thing with a missing piece. It does not feel complete, so it set out to find its missing piece. It could not roll very fast, so occasionally it would stop to talk to a worm, smell a flower or let a butterfly rest on it - and that was when it was most happy. As it rolled along, it sang its song about finding its missing piece.
Soon it found a piece. It asked the piece, "Are you my piece?" The piece answered, "I am no one's piece, and even if I were someone's piece I don't think that I would be yours!"
So it rolled on and on, and sang its song. Sometimes it rolled up the hill, and sometimes it rolled down. Sometimes it came across a square piece, but it didn't fit. Sometimes it came across a piece, but it was too small. Sometimes it was too big. Once it thought it found its missing piece, but it didn't hold it tight enough and rolled away without it. Another time it found another suitable missing piece, but held it too tightly, and its missing piece cracked.
After a long time, it found another piece. It asked, "Are you my missing piece?" The piece answered, "I don't know, but I would like to try." They fitted perfectly. It was so happy at finding its missing piece that it started to roll, and rolled faster and faster. Fast enough to not have time to stop and talk to a worm, smell a flower or allow a butterfly to rest on it. When it tried to sing to express its joy of finding its missing piece, it found that it couldn't.
"Ah," it thought. "Now I see!"
So it gently set the piece down, and slowly rolled away. Now it could sing, now it could talk to the worm, smell a flower or let the butterfly rest on it. And it was happy again.
(By the way, this was a picture story. It's nicer with the pictures! Jill read it to us at OBS.)
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 5:10 PM
Monday, January 21, 2008
I am currently enjoying Soubi's theme: Fidelity, especially with the cool drum beat in the middle...it really fits him perfectly! It somehow makes me feel reckless. Also Tsuki no Kaasu and Michiyuki are very nice opening and ending songs....Tsuki no Kaasu is VERY catchy. It went round and round my head all throughout math.
I have no idea what to do for english because I was half-asleep for the entire period, and I am very very unmotivated to start on other homework. Jaslyn was commenting on the bus home that it's only on her school chair that she can do math....it's true for me too..!! But it's because I get very unmotivated when I reach home. Somehow there are too many distractions.
Thus the library! Yeah, the library's good. But I get distracted by the books there too.
Seems like wherever I go there are always distractions...but at home there are more because of the Loveless OST that I keep replaying over and over again.
If I can listen to Fidelity while doing homework in school I think I would be very happy. And Michiyuki too. And Tsuki no Kaasu to motivate me.
At that point of time when I was typing that above paragraph I was wondering...why not get Dolly to accompany me, then we can talk about Soubi!
<33, but....no.
Where dreams were made; 7:00 PM
The people are always browner on the other side.
People who looked the same:
Jessica
Si Rui
...Basically our class.
Nancy
Jing Xuan
Sarah
People who looked...browner/redder/pinker:
Talia
Gracey
Min Yee
Sophia
Charmaine
Cheryl
Dolly (Soubi <3)
So on and so forth.
My class is getting noisier! Which is pretty much nicer now. ((: And some people are...downright disturbing. Right, Jamie, SXiaowei??? (Send me the whatever song you want to. ><)
And I caught Dolly at assembly and we screamed, "SOUBI!!!" and everybody around us was going "what?" and we were laughing hysterically. Dolly you have to take responsibility for my growing craziness. AND then I caught her again at the staircase and we yelled for a little more before parting ways. One day we must sit down to have a good chat.
Rayne; C'est la vie
but in real life who would you marry?
part [C] mish SOUBISOUBISOUBI <333
oh.
part [C] mish SOUBISOUBISOUBI <333
hmmm
part [C] mish SOUBISOUBISOUBI <333
a romantic/slightly possesive guy who sweeps me off my feet 8D
part [C] mish SOUBISOUBISOUBI <333
who is not an idiot/git/whatever though.
Rayne; C'est la vie
:3
Rayne; C'est la vie
that sounds lovely.
part [C] mish SOUBISOUBISOUBI <333
i know.
Rayne; C'est la vie
KYAAA
part [C] mish SOUBISOUBISOUBI <333
im such a romantical person ><
Rayne; C'est la vie
and he must know how to bake
She is my romantic-in-crime...!!!!!
Rayne; C'est la vie
but it is so hard to find a guy like that
Rayne; C'est la vie
D:
part [C] mish SOUBISOUBISOUBI <333
i know D:
part [C] mish SOUBISOUBISOUBI <333
i dont really mind if he cant bake haha.
part [C] mish SOUBISOUBISOUBI <333
but if he can cook/sew it's a plus C:
Rayne; C'est la vie
girls are more romantic than guys
part [C] mish SOUBISOUBISOUBI <333
I KNOW D:
Rayne; C'est la vie
so sad right!
part [C] mish SOUBISOUBISOUBI <333
yes D:
Indeed. It's such a pity.
I'm thinking too much again, I think. It's so much easier to keep floating on and on through the current...but there's something about the depths that keep luring me in.
Rayne
And for you I'll be able to give up everything.
Where dreams were made; 5:01 PM
Sunday, January 20, 2008
I'M BACK I'M BACK I'M BACK.
So stop spreading the news that I got abducted by ninjas and whisked off to Japan to make noodles! I'm BAAAACK.
Just coz I don't come online doesn't mean that I am not home. You could always sms. (>_>-->Noelle)
Where dreams were made; 12:45 PM
Sunday, January 13, 2008
I am resigned to the things in life that cannot be changed. Such as
1. Going for OBS.
2. Not bringing any candles there even though they stated that you have to bring a SUFFICIENT SUPPLY
3. Not bringing a torchlight because my mom says that the headlight = torchlight but how can it equate to a torchlight when there is such difference in "head" and "torch"?! To start off with there is already a difference in letters. And then headlights are meant to be worn on the HEAD and not carried....
I am hallucinating..!!! OBS IS TOMORROW.
Lalalala. (I don't get why they need candles anyway. If need be I shall steal from Jaz.)
PLEASE BLESS US, FRIENDS OF US WHO ARE GOING TO BE SAFELY AT HOME/SCHOOL WHILE WE GO TO PULAU UBIN.
And do the sun dance! So that there will be no rain.
Nancy, don't you dare elope with the sun now. D:
Farewell, amigos! See you on Friday...
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 12:24 PM
Saturday, January 12, 2008
One taste of it and I'm unable to pull myself away.
(Hooray for one-liner posts!)
Somebody just shoot me now.
Where dreams were made; 4:50 PM
Thursday, January 10, 2008
It is so hard.
Is it too much to ask for you to be here with me?
There's something rusty about the whole approach. A heavy-bolted door is refusing to open itself.
Where dreams were made; 8:48 PM
Swetha's going to leave Singapore on the 27th Jan for Melbourne.....I was really, really shocked when she told me. It's really hard, having Viv leave first, then her, but then it's harder on her, having to leave behind all her friends here, and the school she had known for 2 years.
And I can empathise, a little, with her. It's the same reason why I chose tripHistory instead of HistLitChemPhysics/ChemBio. So even though it means not being in the same class with my better friends, even though it means that I might not even like that class at all, I still refuse to change it, because after all, it is best for me. Just like it is better for her to go to Melbourne to get into a good university there.
Good luck Swetha........!!! Let's stay in touch, okay.
And I feel just like I'm living
someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
when everything was going right
And I know just why you could not come along with me
This was not your dream
but you always believed in me...
Haha, I like the comments on this video.
linkinway
isn't that michael buble's song ?
Alltidjag
It´s a cover But michael is also doing a cover
graciemay22
But Westlife is doing a cover of a cover...
Hahaha, well said.
Where dreams were made; 5:30 PM
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
A new insight I gained today: What is not seen is not necessarily absent; yet what is seen may not be present, either.
We are such multi-layered creatures, it agonises and fascinates me at the same time.
Where dreams were made; 8:53 PM
Monday, January 07, 2008
The day at dusk is really quite beautiful in its own subtle way. Today I had no patience for it; I just wanted to go home. I had paint all over me, was sweaty and tired and went all the way to the bus interchange because I missed my stop sleeping.
But-oh, when you do something, no matter how vague it seems connected to another past memory, there is still that link there, and the feelings can only grow stronger. It's so amazing. I thought I won't be able to do it anymore, or experience it the exact same way; as a matter of fact I didn't but there was still some semblance of it. That camaraderie can never be there anymore perhaps, but it was close enough.
...I don't sound very clear, do I.
I've grown very attached to oldie songs lately. NOT JX's oldies, but chinese oldies. Because seriously, save for a few choice singers, chinese singers CANNOT sing.
I wished I live in the old days where guys can strum on their guitars and sing. No fancy-pansy, pants-splitting dance moves, such the original good rich voice and the simple accompaniment. Now that is romantic. No rap, no beatbox, just a song, for goodness sake.
And just think, he can sing it anywhere, anytime!
Okay nevermind, just enjoy.
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 9:14 PM
Saturday, January 05, 2008
I had so much plans for this weekend. I wanted to catch up on my piano, get some presents, finish my homework, do the errands, practice drawing and so on and so forth.
So here's what happened:
1. Took 30 minutes to wake up and get ready.
2. Another 30 minutes to eat my breakfast.
3. Spent twenty minutes in popular looking for my files and such.
4. Helped my mom with the shopping - at least one hour.
5. Loafed around until lunch.
6. Lunch over, watched the Queen but didn't finish it; 30 minutes into the show and I was already nodding off.
7. Went to bed.
8. Woke up at 2.15
And then several things happened and now it's 3.52 and even though I'm supposed to start on my homework I have not gone beyond 20 characters. Ahhh. In any case I spent about 10 minutes looking for my homework planner which somehow managed to camouflage itself into my progress report. AND then I realised I've bought the wrong chemistry file.
By the way, whenever I have things to carry in my hands, I notice little children more. It's true. I don't know whether it works for other people, but when I carry stuff, or have a bag on me etc., I just like to watch little ones toddle around being cute and innocent. Haha. If I don't have anything on me or they are in my pockets I just keep walking straight, keep looking straight, don't look at other people. It's a weird habit that I just realised.
Rayne
Recently I've found that signing off with my name is quite irrelevant as well. D:
Where dreams were made; 3:48 PM
Thursday, January 03, 2008
This is such an amazing story.
"Keep Your Fork"
There was a woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in order", she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. The woman also requested to be buried with her favorite Bible. Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something very important to her. "There's one more thing, "she said excitedly. "What's that?" came the pastor's reply.
"This is very important," the woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand. "The pastor stood looking at the woman, not knowing quite what to say. "That surprises you, doesn't it?" the woman asked. "Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor. The woman explained. "In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork'. It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance! So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder "What's with the fork?" Then I want you to tell them: Keep your fork....the best is yet to come".
The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She KNEW that something better was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and her favorite Bible and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the pastor heard the question "What's with the fork?" And over and over he smiled. During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. The pastor told the people that he could not stop thinking about the fork and that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right.
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 6:53 PM
I asked for Strength......... And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.
I asked for Wisdom......... And God gave me Problems to solve.
I asked for Prosperity......... And God gave me Brain and Brawn to work.
I asked for Courage......... And God gave me Danger to overcome.
I asked for Love......... And God gave me Troubled people to help.
I asked for Favors......... And God gave me Opportunities.
I received nothing I wanted
I received everything I needed
Alfred D Souza said, "For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life."
So when are you going to start living? Why not start now?
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 6:11 PM
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
FIRST POST OF 2008!!!!!!!!!
(Unlike The Last Post of 2007 the First Post of 2008 is definitive.)
Aaaaaaaand Noelle's back which he should have been a day ago, but at least he's back!
School starts tomorrow. Back to early mornings - how am I going to wake up at 5.30am?! - and late nights. With no breaks in between, sigh. It is so depressing to abandon my warm messy sleepifying bed in the morning when everybody else is still comfortably asleep. I don't even know where's my class! I hope they are nice, I hope the chemistry is there....and the energy as well.
Kimi: Hey, I've been wondering for a long time, what is Honda san's relationship with Yun-Yun (Yuki)?
Yuki: Eh?
Kakeru: Mother.
Yuki: Whaaaat????
Kimi: What is it really? Yun-Yun, Kakeru is saying weird things.
Kakeru: She protects the frail Yun-Yun, right?
Yuki: ...You irritate me!
Kimi: Do you mean sweethearts?
Kakeru: No, I mean "Mother".
Kimi: What? I don't understand...
Yuki: ..Nevermind...
Kimi: I understand the meaning of "Sugar Daddy"!
Secretary: I think...you have the wrong idea...
Kakeru: Kimi, you're so mature~!
XD!
For those who don't understand I apologise. Hahahahahahahahahaha.
Rayne
Where dreams were made; 11:35 AM
