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

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Hilarity permeates even the bleakest of souls.

Sigh. Lynda, Lynda, Lynda. XD

_monday mourning says:
ah fine >:
oh
MR EVANS SHOWED THAT TO UR CLASS????!

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
YES
HE DID
D: <

_monday mourning says:

AND I WAS IN THAT THAT THAT THAT POSITION DDDDD:

>>>:

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
remember he came into the room once????

_monday mourning says:
YESSSS

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
IN THE MORNING

_monday mourning says:
AND I DUCKED UNDER THE COVER

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
HAHA

_monday mourning says:
COS I WASNT DONE CHANGING

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
you were changing or something right??
YEAH
HAHA

I turned right over and pretended to sleep
HOW COULD HE JUST COME IN LIKE THAT
WHAT IF WE WERE ALL CHANGING
ARGH

_monday mourning says:
without knockcing!! > <

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:

yeah!!!!

no warning!

_monday mourning says:

and he went into the girls bathroom!

when the water went out

he went in to investigate

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:

well WE went into the men's bathroom

REALLY

ZOMG

_monday mourning says:

but like he just went in without warning

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:

which girl's bathroom?

_monday mourning says:

the one at wales

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:

HAHAHAHHA HAHAHAHAA

WAS THERE ANYONE INSIDE

ZOMG

HOW COULD HE??

_monday mourning says:

yeah i was inside

but outside waiting

You have successfully received C:\Users\USER\Documents\My Received Files\dorm people!.JPG from _monday mourning.

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:

how is that a weird position?????

comparing to the rest of us?

_monday mourning says:

it's a weird position cos my legs were exposed!

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:

noooo

you just look really comfy lounging there

not like us

i mean

we were hanging all over the plaace

and my legs qiao until like that???

_monday mourning says:

hahah at least they werent exposed!

i was smart enough to forget to bring my track pants for sleeping there

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:

but you have nice legs!!!!!

wasn't it cold D:

I remember you wrapped yourself really snugly

like a cocoon

hee

_monday mourning says:

that's why i slept in my loose jeans for the first 2 days without heater

WHAAAT

COCOON??!

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:

OH BUT CAN SEE YOUR SHORTS TAN

HAHAHAHHAA

_monday mourning says:

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:

be proud you have a shorts tan!!!!

shows that you exercise a lot

hee

*snickers

_monday mourning says:

but they're ugly!

and obscene

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:

nooo

you look the most normal

hee

_monday mourning says:

not funnyyy >:

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
XD!

_monday mourning says:
and the most indecent DD:

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
don't worry you have nice long legs.
noooo
nice long...tanned legs. mmm.

_monday mourning says:
hmm and whose yellow underwear was that on the right O:

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
HahahHAHAHAHHAHAHA
IT'S NOT UNDERWEAR
IT'S MY HANKY
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA

OMG
HAHAHHAHHAHAHA
SUCH A BRIGHT COLOUR????

HAHAHAHAHHAAHA HAHAHAHHAHA
OMGOMG I CAN'T BREATHE
UNDERWEAR?!

_monday mourning says:
whats wrong with a yellow underwear!

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
IT'S TOO YELLOW
it's such a sunny...cheery yellow.
imagine wearing that sort of underwear. o.O
okaaaay
fine

_monday mourning says:
it's okay what!
triumph sells underwears of that colour

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
HAHA CAN YOU IMAGINE ME WEARING THAT UNDERWEAR
LOL
oh
well
but those are MEANT to be seen

_monday mourning says:

o_o

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
but
by

ahem
you know.

_monday mourning says:
huh ?

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
forget it
haha I'm reminded of what miss ___ said

_monday mourning says:
meant to be seen by what?

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
by WHO.
as in
those type of underwear
is meant to be seen.

_monday mourning says:
by urself so that u'll feel bright and cheerful in a yellow underwear

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:

o_O
riiight

_monday mourning says:
HAHAHAHAHAHA
what did miss ____ say?

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
oh
she went to the departmental store in ireland to buy underwear, and she was talking about how these kind of underwear is good, because it's pure cotton
and then she went on talking about how singapore's was not, and how it's nicer, and um no allergies, and etc.

and then she said, "I'm a very PRACTICAL person. I don't buy those kind of underwear to show! I buy underwear to wear them."

***
_monday mourning says:
singapore has them!

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
yeah but expensive see.

_monday mourning says:
triumph has organic cotten underwears

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
o.O
it's more expensive isn't it.

_monday mourning says:
unbleached and organic
err
it's...around $10 i think

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
for one?!
?!?!?!

_monday mourning says:
yeah

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
should've asked ms ____ to buy more to stock up
hahahahah

_monday mourning says:
stock up?? for what?

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:
XD

since singapore's so ex
OMG I CAN JUST IMAGINE
HER HAVING THIS WHOLE STOCKPILE OF ORGANIC UNDERWEAR
oh crap. I meant organic cotton underwear
organic underwear reminds me of someone trying to grow underwear plants.
><

and sprinkling water on them...

_monday mourning says:

HAHAHAHA

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:

and plucking them off the branches..

_monday mourning says:

okay can i post this convo

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:

OY now you want to post it?!

_monday mourning says:

hehe

***

_monday mourning says:

ahah crap i just realised i have to censor off a lot of parts in our convo cos 1 or 2 guys read my blog

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

WHO CARES

_monday mourning says:

I CARE OMG DO U WANT GUYS READING ABOUT UR UNDERWEAR????!

and i remember saying "________________"

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:

YEAH YOU DID

HAHAH

I dunno, I don't mind

MY CONSCIENCE IS CLEAR.

yours is apparently, clouded by organic underwear

_monday mourning says:

U HAVE YELLOW UNDERWEAR!

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:

I do NOT!

THAT IS MY HANKY!

_monday mourning says:

*sticks out tongue*

Rayne; Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? says:

*sticks out tongue*

***

ABRIDGED VERSION. Unfortunately. Due to....personal concerns. XD

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 9:55 PM

You could be happy and I won't know;

More than anything I want to see you girl
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world

Where dreams were made; 8:00 PM

Go on, go on and JUMP.

Happy birthday Noelle!

Gosh, boys are NOISY. I knew that already, but that was in primary school when my voice was as shrill as theirs, and my volume unchecked. They are perpetually shouting, screaming, whining, and every yell reverberates around the small room and dominates the conversation. We could scarcely hear ourselves. Teacher Stephanie looked distressed. Gabrielle was on the verge of throttling them - I could see her hands twitch.

I was exasperated, I guess, sometimes, but I couldn't help being amused as well. They reminded me of the rowdy boys I took charge of when I was ten. All sorts of nonsense - pulling girls' hair and yelling during assembly. I was furious. I took them aside, separated them, berated them, and they'd listen to me, grinning, and then go back to whatsoever they were doing. Day after day. But boys are boys, I suppose. Cocky and mischievous and impudent and hyper all wrapped in one.

I had the same conversation with two separate people without any prompting. Deja vu. I was struck by how similar they are, and yet, how different. In more ways than one. It's not only their personalities...but also my relationship with them.

Conversations are good, even with wild speculations. (XD) It keeps me from running circles around my brain. I'm not even sure if I'm improving or deproving....whatever it is, it is clear that I'm not stagnated. (..am I supposed to be happy?) Nothing's been concluded, and I'm starting to feel foolish at dredging up old, old memories, muddy sediments at the bottom of an otherwise clear river, just to look for that flicker of gold. Argh. My headache's back. Five days and counting!

It's not fair. Everywhere I look I see shadows. It's not fair at all.

I wish you were able to part the veil and unearth my thoughts.

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 3:44 PM

Friday, August 29, 2008

I still don't understand.

Where dreams were made; 11:47 PM

Thursday, August 28, 2008

どれほど愛しいと思ったんだろ...

Replaced Robin Spielberg's One Last Look with Remembering You. Listen to it. I love her piano - it is so soothing.

Treading the line between Certainty and Uncertainty. At times I wonder if I've got my feet in both, and other times, neither. So many times I've thought that even if you knew - what of it? Almost reckless in my dismissal: so defiant, and so proud. But I know for sure that when the time came it would all come down to nothing, with everything to lose. It's a hard gamble, and one which I am sure that I've lost before it begins.

'Tis hard to believe that today's the last official day of the term. None of the atmosphere of holidaying...I guess we all knew what was in store for us this holiday. We gave Ms Goh the stamp today: the one that bears her trademark comment. ("You learnt this in sec one!") It'll be really ironic if next year she teaches us again and our papers are all stamped with the chop...She'll use it in gleeful abundance. :D

And, honestly? We all do things for a justifiable reason, and then, not all the time either. Sometimes, company just rejects me, and vice versa, I guess. Depending on the company. Not intentional; sometimes, I can't pay attention to where my feet carries me and at what speed.

Mostly because the attention is diverted to something else.

ARGH my head hurts. A dull, tremendous headache that refuses to go away. I hope I'll be able to sleep it off....it'll be terrible if the headache persists all the way back to PEPS.

Ciao, cara.

We learnt a little Italian in English today. And then afterwards, since it was Mr Evans' lesson, and he had asked us the previous lesson to greet us in something else than english because it was so monotonous (we greeted him in Chinese then), we greeted him in Italian. "Buon giorno, Signore Evans!" And then afterwards he got into the mood of languages and rattled off a phrase in Spanish, Welsh, than French. It was a supposedly really important phrase, so when we asked him for the meaning of it, we were staggered. He meant to ask for two beers, please.

...Yup. Really important phrase, that.

Which reminded me of something else. When Mr Ganesh went for the History Trip to France he wanted hot water, but being unable to speak in French, he went, "I want tea....without the tea, please." One of his best quotes so far!

:D (EXCEPT FOR THE HEADACHE. PLEASE, PLEASE GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE.)

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 9:36 PM

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALVIN! <3

Congratulations on your graduation from a Tenner to a....Twenner. Um. Something like that...

Where dreams were made; 4:10 PM

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Anyway the dust may just blow away, if you wait for a windy day

I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me.

"You're doing it again," I muttered.
His eyes opened wide with surprise. "What?"
"Dazzling me," I admitted, trying to concentrate as I looked back at him.
"Oh." He frowned.
"It's not your fault," I sighed. "You can't help it."

It's annoying, because whatever I read automatically gets translated through this perceptive filter in my head, so I end up doing weird things. (I'm so glad that I'm reading Twilight on my own, haha.)

Thanks Jess for sending me all four volumes. :D

Some people just have the most charming smile. It unnerves me sometimes. I get too distracted and tend to do something careless...like tripping. Or something as equally fumbling. Mr Evans said something about our genetic makeup which is entertaining and a little amusing because it's just that tiny bit relevant.

Although why I paid attention to it at the time that I did is...definitely, a pattern.

Hey, show some love, you aint so tough
Come fill my little world right up, right up
Someday you're going to realise
(I want you)
To fill my little world right up, right up, right up

I'm so glad that tests are over for the term. Now comes the harder part - the results. Although studying is hard, too.

I dreamt of the reactivity table last night! And when I woke up I unconsciously ran through it in my head. (SEE N I told you I would dream of chem.)

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 7:34 PM

Sunday, August 24, 2008

A fortune of one that means less for some.

For you, the world. Always. ;)

I LOVE this weather! Rain and coldness and hot chocolate and warm bed covers! Now if only I can get someone to cuddle with me to keep me warm... :D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzoNInZ2ClQ Her voice is like cream.

The world's on fire and
It's more than I can handle
I'll tap into the water
I try to pull my ship
I try to bring more
More than I can handle
Bring it to the table
Bring what I am able

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 10:24 PM

Enviable? Oh yes, definitely.

In you harbours a sanctuary where my thoughts lie.

Three days ago I passed by a pigeon lying on the way home. It tried to move its broken body when I got closer, but its eyes were wide and its breathing steady. Ants were already swarming around it, waiting to claim their prize while it's still fresh and warm. I reached out for it, but my fingers stalled halfway in the air, uncertain and helpless. I could've cried. I should've sat with it and prayed. I did neither. It was so hard to walk away, even harder when I realised there's nothing I could do for it. The hardest was knowing that the person whom I called for help silently was not there, and would never show up.

I wonder what was its last thought when it left, warmed by the baked curb, feeling the wind, soft as a caress ruffling its feathers, the last reminder of a past lifetime spent flying through the sky. I wonder who it thought of, and I wonder if the last thing it saw was a skewed angle of the world, a girl's back walking away from it.

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go. -Joshua 1:9

And thus it is so.

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 12:20 PM

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Hello, exigency. Meet the world.

Where dreams were made; 2:40 AM

Friday, August 22, 2008

Who wants to wrap around your dreams, and have you any dreams you'd like to sell?

It's fun to dream consecutive nights, clear solid dreams, always about the same person. :D

There was once, after studying hard for logs, I actually dreamt about the world being measured in logs and bases...I was asking about the quality of a dress (inspired by Kushiel's Dart) and the person politely told me that it was log _____, and I remember nodded sagely and thinking that it was of fine quality indeed. XD

And then, much more recently, one day after the MPP debates I dreamt about the event again. In a good way, not the hectic rushing to get down all the names of the champions for the closing ceremony and being nervous at the podium. But it's all over! It was so draining. Amusing at some points, especially after JX mimicked the guy's lofty way of talking I couldn't stop laughing. But I was so scared of tripping and falling. >_< That was the first thing I did when I entered the room: unmindful of the slight rising at the door, I tripped over it spectacularly. Court shoes are a torture. Whosoever who invented them probably never ever had to wear them, or they would've burned up the design of the shoes instead of mass producing them.

Dreams which I can remember are so hard to come by! I can never remember them after an hour after I awake...most of it will be a blur already. But it's funny how random things intertwine in them. Last night it was the Catherine Tate Show..you know, Lauren Cooper. It was weird.

Wales presentation today...we cheered at adjacent slides and laughed at the others. It seems like another lifetime, even though it's been about two months? But so many things happened after that, so... Spent some time outside class reminiscing about the cutest things, like how Lynda pressed cube carrots into the mashed potato to make a smiley face and then having to take them out again, since it would be used for our breakfast, (I've got a photo of that one!) Lynda and Charmaine's food fights, waking up at 4 am to enquire sleepily about our ambitious plan to watch the sunrise, and when getting no answer, promptly went back to sleep again, and how the lower bunks' people kept hitting their heads on the upper bunks, and Shu whacking her head terribly hard on the ceiling, and Joy's clothesline sagging every time.

I guess...everybody has changed, some way or another, during this trip. It may be the environment, it may be the air, but we all did things that we wouldn't have done back here. Like talking to girls with beautiful blue eyes the colour of rain, taking photos with random strange people, being piggybacked, prank-calling, jumping up and down on the bed singing our hearts out. Ahaha! We should've got a video of it, but it would be so cringe-worthy. XD

But back to the dreams. I wonder if dream-catchers work: I've always wanted one, but ever since I saw a scary movie poster on dream-catchers (ARGH see how scary movies always spoil everything???? Photographs, lifts, schools, computers, dolls..and dream catchers as well?) and since then I never dared to get one. And if anyone tried to get me one I would probably bury it and it'll never see the light of day again.

Sometimes my fear can be so silly, but it is always so real for me.

I hope I can dream tonight again. It's wonderful to be able to dream!

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 10:05 PM

Thursday, August 21, 2008

I've been hearing many rumors about This Year. My mom warned me, because her colleague warned her, but I'd brushed it off because I was me, and not her colleague's daughter. And even if I did heed the warning I do not think that anything, anything could've prepared me for this.

The conclusion that Mak and I drew yesterday is terribly apt.

I wonder why it is so hard for not only us, but for every batch going through this stage. What makes this stage any different, or any worse, than any other stage that we've ever gone through?And yet in this case misery does not love company: it does not make things better knowing that you are in the ditch, and knowing that other people are alongside you in the ditch as well. Does not prevent me from asking the questions that I've kept asking myself.

Yet I will say this: it is good to be a kid. It is good to make mistakes, and learn from them, and make them again. It is good to be able to fall and stand up slowly, because we know that there is so much more to learn and know. It is good to sink into fits of depression, get out of the rutholes and appreciate life more.

It is good to be a kid because we know that these things, no matter how bad they are, will not last us for an entire lifetime. If our identities crumble, we'll built it up again. If our hearts break, we'll mend it, again, and again, and again.

One can always find beauty in the storm.

Of course there are the constants, the unchanging variables, the mundane routine. When everything's changing, we grab on to whatever's dear and familiar and cling on for life. Simple things. Trivial things. Silly little accidents that makes the day a tad brighter than it used to be.

It doesn't make me stronger, and it doesn't make me feel better, but it makes me laugh, even for that moment, and for now, that's enough.

Rayne

But seriously, watching your math teacher try to draw a perfect parallelogram on a scale on the board with various straight objects for more than seven minutes? Priceless.

Where dreams were made; 4:55 PM

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Take my photo off the wall if it just won't sing for you.

It's cute when people still do little things like carving names on trees (or in this case, cement), picking a flower along the way to fasten it to their shirt or hair, scrawling an untidy personal note on people's worksheets.

Sam, Jess and Pearlyn were so ecstatic at having completed their chinese pt that they tore up their scripts and planned to flush them down the toilet bowl, ("What if it floods?") eat it all (Pearlyn: I don't think I can stomach all the Chinese) or throw it into the air like confetti (Sam: I don't want to sweep it all up later!) So...they settled for throwing it all into the dustbin. :D

I still wonder what would've happened if I'd done the alternative. Always I forget that it is the minor things, the little sparkly impulses in the night that fizzles out during the day that matters. Sometimes it's okay to go crazy, yes? A medley of reasons and emotions tug at my soul. Irrational thoughts? You know, I can't really tell the difference anymore.

Another thought: I think romance stories are captivating because you're reading it from an objective viewpoint. Being able to see how the people involved feel for each other and the things that they do and think is really wonderful...seeing how it unfolds and blossoms is a beautiful thing. But being inside it is another matter altogether. Never really knowing, and never really having a way to confirm, until the spectacular end where your love sweeps you into his arms and professes undying love, haha. The stuff of fairytale endings.

So, won't you come to me tonight?

Friday was...slightly shy. Sometimes I don't even know what I'm doing!!! D:

(But what I decided to do the previous night...I did not regret it. Did you?)

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 1:25 AM

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Only almost.

I spent the most of english trying to explain my chosen topic to my groupmates and sussing out the differences for them. They were a receptive audience...even though I don't think they actually got the proper definition of it. XD

Physics, a new term defined: Power = Work overdone. (Instead of Work Done over Time.) Courtesy of Ms Ning. Well, it really explains a lot.

Ah, Michael Phelps just got another gold. He was obviously the crowd's favourite, and the camera had so many close-ups of him..it's terribly blatant. Imagine how the other swimmers feel! The camera lingers longer on him than anyone else. In any case he did it again, a clear win, and the audience cheered. To be expected, yes, but....everybody deserves some form of encouragement, isn't it?

I'm feeling oddly compassionate.

Had a brief affair with the flu bug somewhere after math and during history, so I was pretty sleepy. We had to answer this question on whether the revolution was influenced more by war or by individuals, and this was what happened:

Mak: WAR. War is the source of all evil!
Me: *dozing* Isn't that money?
Jess: Apparently I read somewhere that sex is the source of all evil.
Mak and Trica: o_O
Me: Well, there we go.
Jess: YOU can say it! :D
Mr G: Well? Are you done?
Jess: Yes!
Mr G: So which one is it?
Jess and me: XD!
Mak: Nonono it's WAR. War. War.
Tricia: D:

My seatmates are just so amazingly wonky and cute together. XD

There's this invisible timeline, which, when I cross, renders me more awake by the minute. Right now it's not happening...it's only 10.20 and I'm getting sleepier. I wish it would come soon, or I will never be able to concentrate on my chinese.

Shadows bleeding through the light
Where the love once shined so bright
Came without a reason
Don't let go on us tonight
Love's not always black and white
Haven't I always loved you?

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 10:27 PM

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Haven't I always loved you?

Last night's math convo with Mar.

Today prickled on my skin. Not unpleasantly...but it was not a very good sensation either. It was so vague, in a sense. Physics was terribly odd. After Math Tricia kept grinning at me - she'd just taught me the R&F theorem that morning, and it came out. (She tried to teach me over the phone, but I was too hassled to listen properly. XD) Kept gushing about how wonderful her god-brother is.

I wasn't really in the mood for anything. Sure there was stress, but not exam-stress, more of the stress that I was not stressing over exams as I should be. Somehow it doesn't really matter to me anymore.

Before Chem Prac we were watching Olympics Judo in the canteen, and the PE teachers were behind us and commenting on it too. Well...they can be pretty enthusiastic about some things too. XD

Can't be bothered to do anything, even though I know I'll suffer the repercussions tomorrow. Sigh. But I'll let it be. Tonight I just want to keep warm. Curl up in bed with good music and DT's book which persists on reflecting my thoughts like a mirror.

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 9:55 PM

Love, and love, and love.

YES this is terribly behind but...

Last full day in Wales!

Another one of Mr E's doodles. The previous night I'd worn Brenda's toe socks and slippers to the lab, since I didn't want to change into my shoes. Mr Evans and Mr Cremona were very taken by the toe socks. Another girl had worn them too, so they lined us up side by side and took a picture of it.

The picture to the right was about stone-skipping. (:D) The previous day we had gone climbing onto cliffs to count rough periwinkles (which I didn't have photos of; I was scared that my camera would drop) and to pass the time Mr Evans started stone-skipping. He's really good at it. So naturally we all got interested and tried. One or two of us succeeded, but the rest couldn't. Neither could I. XD

And then, to get to the salt marsh, we had to cross Dale Ford Town. Lookee the pink house!

I remember the first time we came to this exact spot, where we knew almost no one save for our own friends in school, it was freezing cold and we had to load the luggage, and I was shivering terribly and my knees were shaking in my jeans. (The cold soaked through) The wind was spectacular then, being close to the sea, and I distinctly remember cussing, although maybe it was all done mentally.

I would've dearly loved to go down that path. It does look so inviting...and just that bit romantic.

See?? Pretty houses with flowers and grass and a proper gate with steps! And a chair-swing. This is what living should be like, not all glass and white curtains without lace that blocks off sunlight.

Bit of geog here: see the meandering river in the distance?

This girl had gorgeous dusky blue eyes the colour of rain....such a beautiful girl she was! I just had to ask for a picture, and then everybody started crowding round to take pictures of her too.

You can just tell which direction the wind is coming from, can't you!

...The house is the only one sturdy enough to resist the wind. o:

And so we begin our slippery, muddy track!

At first we thought they were carcasses of crabs, then Mr De Souza pointed out that they were the skins when the crabs moult, that's why they were all white. This place floods periodically when the tide comes in, so these piles of moulted skin are pretty common, even though we were still in fields. Well, fields with mud pools, that is.

And we had lunch! On the small hill, after crossing the Trench of Doom for the second time. Imagine! Lunch! On fields! Overlooking the estuary! Sitting on daisies! That, that was just wonderful.

Bang, Shona goes. :D

&Lynda can't eat neatly for nuts. o:

WELSH PONIES.

We spotted them in a field and just had to take photos of them. So while the rest were still eating Mr De Souza, Joy, Wan Ting, Mr Evans and I crept up silently to take photos before the crowd came and scared them all away.

Did I mention? They were simply adorable. :D

Although Magnificent may be a better word.

..Or beautiful. Yep, definitely beautiful.

It's the sky, and the sea, and the feeling of doing nothing but walking along drinking all of it in, savouring the freedom deep down in your bones.

And fishing! Imagine, fishing! Wonderful sport. Loads of patience, though. And a lot of talk.

I love taking photos of random people, just because of the looks on their faces.

Beautiful day for taking pictures. And we were waiting for everybody to take group photos before heading off for ice cream.

LOVELY walk. Would've been romantic with a certain person...but _____ wasn't on the trip. ): I can just imagine it though. <3

Our dinner table! With our table mates. Steph Emily Ashima Jess Giam Kyung Tae :D And I ate Kyun Tae's kimchi with the potatoes, haha.

Eight seagulls in a row. There were so many of them all over the place.

Washing out our waterproofs, after so many days of using them. Joy's trying to avoid being splashed by the hose. XD

First - and last - sunset we got to see in Wales. The prettiest sunset ever, and we watched it from beginning to end. Lynda set up her camera tripod and began click-clicking away, as usual. And then Mr Evans went around coercing people into touching the stinging nettle. o: HAHA Brenda kept touching it and going, "What! What! I don't feel anything!" until she touched one of the lower leaves and yelped.

Burger King sun! You have no idea how long I took just to get that shot, and by then it was almost gone, and Giam kept going, "Quick quick quick!!!" and I kept saying, "I'm trying!!!" while attempting to keep my hand steady.

Best dorm mates I could've asked for. Joy, Brenda, Giam, Lynda, Shu, Shona, I really miss sleeping with you. HAHA take in the state of our dorm room, but it's extremely cosy and really home-like, and I love it to bits.

The other day Mr Evans was in a photo mood and showed our bio class the other photo of our dorm room, where we were hanging all over the place from the beds. XD It was...interesting. (To say the least.)

Ireland was amazing, but Wales was special, and that made all the difference. (: Haha probably the next trip post would be in December, seeing how I take such a long time to do just one. o:

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 8:18 PM