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

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

People come and go and walk away;

Beautiful song Gracey let me listen to today.

And the first thought I had, when I listened to it, was:

...Sigh.

I should've brought my cam today!!! D:

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 8:58 PM

Monday, October 27, 2008

Guess who? :D

Happy birthday equine (jie jie)! :D

(Tsk tsk tsk what's with you and messy eating!)

Anyway, it's been awesome fun knowing you during the Wales trip, and dorming with you. And laughing over all your sneaky photos of the teachers and fellow Walers. Your food fights with Charmaine were a little...too torturous for the food though. You are so tall that when I look across during assembly, even though we're separated by, what, 12 classes? I can always spot your head. XD Especially you in your white jacket! Grah.

Hope you have a fun, unstressful time cycling today. :D Keep pressing carrot smiley faces inside mashed potatoes, and stop walking into little barricades like you did at the castle. (XD) STOP taking sneaky shots of people, it's so terribly unglam and unfair. Oh take more pictures of cats thanks. I hope you get to eat REAL soba soon. o:

Successful abduction of Emily's icecream. XD

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 12:59 PM

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Now that she's back in the atmosphere with drops of jupiter in her hair, she acts like summer and walks like rain.

Tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded, and that heaven is overrated? Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star, one without a permanent scar? And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there...?

Tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet? Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day, and head back to the milky way? And tell me, did Venus blow your mind? Was it everything you wanted to find? ...And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

"But what could I do?" She asked sadly. "I loved you so much."

Where dreams were made; 11:35 PM

One of the hardest things to do is to forgive. And how can a person demand forgiveness again and again, when he keeps trampling on the chances he is offered?

..no human can possibly endure beyond what he can withstand. Do not think that someone is dispensable, because you'd live to regret it.

Do not seek to test the limits of the human soul.

Where dreams were made; 9:05 PM

Friday, October 24, 2008

From me to you with looooooove.

Happy birthday Gracey! <3

Thanks for the discussions, the speculations, the analyses and the rants about ______. And for always sitting me back down when the craziest, most reckless impulses would take hold of me, even in the night. I still remember yelling your name when you came in through the door after the june hols back in sec one, after RPGing on WF, and searching through your tons of files again and again just to find your elusive worksheet. (Somehow it's either lit or math?)

(:

Some fantastic animations:

The Clocktower: http://arenyth.deviantart.com/art/The-Clocktower-83212811
The Artist's Model: http://mattcarter.deviantart.com/art/The-Artist-s-Model-66474569

I'm becoming increasingly used to this kind of thing. NOT GOOD. Get a grip on yourself.

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 9:09 PM

Thursday, October 23, 2008

"Scrolling through the pictures in my handphone camera, I see WONGSZEMIN'S PINK CUPCAKE OF DOOM which I really enjoyed. CAN I HIRE YOU? C:" - Dolly (HAHA what's with the pink cupcake of doom?!)

That was really fun. (: Thanks for all the memories.

Where dreams were made; 11:06 PM

With every breath I take.

Happy birthday JX!

(HAHA guess whose birthday it is following JX's? (; )

Thanks for being a good friend and fellow Doctor Who fan. And for all the quirky stuff that you do and say which interests (and amuses, sometimes) me to no end. (JUMPING ON UMBRELLAS AND VERSATILE PROPS) OH and I really, really like your brother. He's cute.

And your house too. Haha it's huge!

I love rainy nights. I love rainy days, when I'm not outside. Somehow I am reminded of our old class with the nice tables outside where you can just sit on and dream. I love squishing around in the rain in waterproofs and wellies like I did in Wales. You get to get wet, but not wet enough to make you miserable, unless rain gets into your socks or something. I love having hot chocolate or tea to drink, and a good book with good music. For some odd reason, I love sleeping on the bus when it's raining outside, because it makes me feel cold and nice without being drenched.

But most of all, I love the way things come back to me with such clarity, events that happen on rainy days that make them sweeter just because they are. (:

Con ogni respiro che prendo.

And that's why Judith McNaught's books are so worth reading. Across the genre, I've never been able to find another author who gratifies me the same way her books do.

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 8:30 PM

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Maybe love is just a requiem for the soul.

And did someone ever say to you,
"There's nothing bound in thought you cannot do?"
Well, I've seen some things but not all of them came true.

So. Tired.

Sometimes, that inexplicable feeling of being drawn in. Honestly after yesterday I think I might __________. (:

(I apologise for the blank. Privacy issues. If you ask me and I feel fine I might just tell. o:)

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 7:30 PM

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

& I've seen heaven in your eyes.

Happy birthday Sam!

Thanks for being such a nice seatmate and keeping Jess in hand, unless you go crazy with her as well. (:

At 5.42 pm, after N valiantly blazed a distinctive path out of the bus with her tennis racket (HAHA HAZARD. XD) I leaned against the glass and watched the outside world. It's so pretty. Like gold-gilded needles making invisible indentions, miniature ripples on the ground below. A slight shimmery, everchanging cloth being weaved in the middle of the sky.

It would've watered down the dying sun, and probably it did, such that it languished for a while longer than needed. But the overall view was really picturesque. From my 16-storey viewpoint, that is.

My mud-coated, grass-stained shoes (second this week) felt a little better after walking through puddles of fallen rain.

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 9:29 PM

Monday, October 20, 2008

It just happens to be my luck that Equine was officiating for rugby today. With her camera.

I knew I should've stuck to softball. Darn.

Anyway.

JX: Should I eat hor fun or pineapple rice?
Gracey: You should rise above these small things, like choosing rice over noodle, and think about the larger meaning of life...
A pause. We try to reason this out in our heads.
JX: ...Yeah, but if you don't eat you won't even be alive-
Gracey: I was joking! C'mon!

I've decided. In the future, I will set up a chain of bed shops strategically located not more than two metres away from each other so that in case a sudden impulse to slumber hits a person, he can simply seek refuge in one of these bed shops and take a nap. Also, in case this impulse to sleep strikes swiftly and silently and the person slumps over in the street in a deathly slumber, the attendants of the bed shop would find that the distance needed to tow the sleeping pedestrain would be happily shortened, thus reducing the necessity of them to sweat, especially on a hot day.

These bed shops would be identical. They will all have the same painting, which is to be painted in dull-toned colours with just a splash of pale yellow to accentuate, and must not depict something out of the ordinary. The customers would be refreshed trying to work out what the heck the painting is trying to symbolise. In fact, the more boring, the better. I will try to find a boring painting to hang.

The painting MUST NOT clash with the wallpaper. It is to be something dull-coloured as well. I'm imagining the sort of wallpaper that a facial house would have...except not as glamorous, not as scented and without the soft music that seem to seep out from the very walls. In fact, there should be no music at all. If the customer desires music, he should bring his own, something which is rather taken for granted since everybody seems to own some kind of music device these days anyway. If he does not have earphones, we will provide mufflers, and wedge his phone in between. They are woolly, soft and come in a myriad of colours.

The attendants must learn to walk without touching the ground. In fact, it is best if they do not enter the bed shop except to change the covers of the beds. They can stand outside the bed shop and smile at passer-bys or do whatever free attendants do, but they must not interrupt the customers. Also, they must be very well-versed in math, since charges are by the hour, and so I would expect them to calculate down to the last milisecond and return exact change. Honesty is terribly stressed upon in my bed shops.

It is extremely ridiculous to not have a venue to sleep when you feel the most sleepy, and have to resort to libraries to prop yourself against a wall/chair and doze uneasily. Especially in this age, where convenience is the main goal and luxury is necessity. (Oh right - king-sized beds with goose down pillows.) And since everybody is telling us to dream big, what use is their advice when we are not even provided a medium to dream in the first place?

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 5:55 PM

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Let's try to take it back before it all went wrong.

& well, I constantly amaze myself.

Is it even possible to know someone, even a little? The human soul is so elusive. And yet the pattern is tangible. Psychology books are to be applauded.

I'm wary of and fascinated by the Lord of the Flies. Right now it's sitting abandoned on my bed glaring balefully at the ceiling. I understand it is a classic, I understand that it is perfectly capable of holding my attention, but I'm just not sure whether I want to understand about Man's base instincts, or his savagery. Already the darker undertones of the story is surfacing...when I first read the introduction, I was really creeped out. And the cover - did I mention the cover? Brown, with faded gold letters proclaiming the title and the author. The plastic is slightly tattered and worn. The pages are a little dusty. Very, very spooky.

Actually I'm not sure of what I am scared of. The whole presentation and the story and the introduction are collaborating to spook me. Which is why I've been reading it on and off, curious and a little hesitant. Almost like a horror movie, only I know that if I watch a horror movie I will regret it immensely afterwards. And I've been very, very good at forcing my attention away from the stupid movies, yes. :D But books are a different matter altogether.

"You cannot see what I see because you see what you see. You cannot know what I know because you know what you know. What I see and what I know cannot be added to what you see and what you know because they are not of the same kind. Neither can it replace what you see and what you know, because that would be to replace you yourself."

"Hang on, can I write this down?" said Arthur, excitedly fumbling in his pocket for a pencil.

"You can pick up a copy at the spaceport," said the old man. "They've got racks of the stuff."

"Oh," said Arthur, disappointed. "Well, isn't there anything that's perhaps a bit more specific to me?"

"Everything you see or hear or experience in any way at all is specific to you. You create a universe by perceiving it, so everything in the universe you perceive is specific to you."

Arthur looked at him doubtfully. "Can I get that at the spaceport, too?" he said.

"Check it out," said the old man.

"It says in the brochure," said Arthur, pulling it out of his pocket and looking at it again, "that I can have a special prayer, individually tailored to me and my special needs."

"Oh, all right." said the old man. "Here's a prayer for you. Got a pencil?"

"Yes," said Arthur.

"It goes like this. Let's see now: "Protect me from knowing what I don't need to know. Protect me from even knowing that there are things to know that I don't know. Protect me from knowing that I decided not to know about the things that I decided not to know about. Amen." That's it. It's what you pray silently inside yourself anyway, so you may as well have it out in the open."

Haha. Got to love Douglas Adams. At the art exhibition there was one piece with the dialogue: If you're not confused, you're not paying attention." Which was what I was thinking when I finished the book.

Another segment:

They checked into a large two-bedroom suite at the Langham. Mysteriously, Ford's Dine-O-Charge card, issued on a planet over five thousand light years away, seemed to present the hotel's computer with no problems.

Ford hit the phones straight away while Arthur attempted to locate the television.

"Okay," said Ford. "I want to order up some margaritas, please. Couple of pitchers. Couple of chef's salads. And as much foie gras as you've got. And also London Zoo."

"She's on the news!" shouted Arthur from the next room.

"That's what I said," said Ford into the phone. "London Zoo. Just charge it to the room."

"She's...Good God!" shouted Arthur. "Do you know who she's being interviewed by?"

"Are you having difficulty understanding the English language?" continued Ford. "It's the zoo just up the road from here. I don't care if it's closed this evening. I don't want to buy a ticket, I just want to buy the zoo. I don't care if you're busy. This is room service. I'm in a room and I want some service. Got a piece of paper? Okay. Here's what I want you to do. All the animals that can be safely returned to the wild, return them. Set up some good teams of people to monitor their progress in the wild, see that they're doing okay."

"It's Trillian!" shouted Arthur. "Or is it...er...God, I can't stand all this parallel universe stuff. It's so bloody confusing. It seems to be a different Trillian. It's Tricia McMillan, which is what Trillian used to be called before...er...Why don't you come and watch, see if you can figure it out?"

"Just a second," Ford shouted, and returned to his negotiations with room service. "Then we'll need some natural reserves for the animals that can't hack it in the wild," he said. "Set up a team to work out the best places to do that. We might need to buy somewhere like Zaire and maybe some islands. Madagascar. Baffin. Sumatra. Those kinds of places. We'll need a wide variety of habitats. Look, I don't see why you're seeing this as a problem. Learn to delegate. Hire whosoever you want. Get on to it. I think you'll find my credit is good. And blue cheese dressing on the salad. Thank you."

Ford has/had/is going to have A LOT of money. :D

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 5:14 PM

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

When it comes to missing you, I don't have what it takes.

It's one of those days again. As though a large chunk of me has disappeared somewhere, and all I want to do is keep to myself and do whatever I wanted to do. Which, ironically, was what I was doing yesterday, and I didn't really enjoy it much. But then yesterday I was in a wholly different state of mind.

Apart from stating the obvious, there's something else, that kind of if I could, I would problem. I'm getting really tired of it. I'm getting really tired of having to do what I don't want to do. At times I catch myself wishing that it would all go away...along with other things. The Other Things I would dearly want to dump, but...I don't know. Why are circumstances sometimes just so darn confusing and annoying?

Yet, life still isn't that bad. Could be worse. At least, at the very least, I have not lost the basics, not yet.

There are good types of change, and then there are also bad types of change. The latter, I feel like punching to oblivion, but violence won't get me anywhere.

Today Biscuit sets off for Melbourne, and I am hoping, hoping, hoping that she'd get to meet an extremely special person there. Hopefully, that special person would be able to meet with her after her competitions, and she would get to see her and pass on the message, and take loads and loads of photos and send them to me. (:

Man, I wish I have wings so that I can fly!

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 8:42 PM

Monday, October 13, 2008

With all of my being, always, always.

There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying.

The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

Douglas Adams is wickedly amusing.

Anyway the exhibit was just like N said: bizarre. But we did see beautiful owl paintings and a cool exhibit where you can see the Queen when you least expect it. It gave me a bit of a shock when I did because I'd given up on seeing it already. I think the lady was very amused at us shaking our heads in front of the blue line. (I wonder how many head-shakers she had seen.)

And we got free umbrellas, which is pretty cool :D

It's good that there are Limiting Factors along the way. It keeps me in check. It reminds me of the boundaries to my Creation. In fact, it's doing such a good job, I can hardly be expected to be disappointed anymore.

But, you know. Always, always that feeling of watching your hopes smothered without a word. It prevents me from stepping out of line. I am grateful to hope-slayers. Better than seeing the accumulated dreams vanish in one go, better than sculpting something which can never ever take shape.

What I don't understand is my tenacious ability to keep weaving illusions out of thin air. Sometimes something seems so clear to me, and yet I have no idea whether it really did happen or it was just a figment of my imagination. It's a little scary the way dreams and reality entangle themselves. I guess dreams are supposed to tell you something, as does reality, but I don't see the purpose of exposing your innermost desire and living it in your dream when you know that reality would never give you such a chance?

In any case. Fantastic song from the Script - their whole album is great by the way, just that I loved this song the most. Must listen, it's such a sweet song!

By the way sorry for the poor video quality, all the clear ones have disabled embed function.

The Man Who Can't Be Moved

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag. I'm not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don't understand,
I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I've been in love with you?

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving
I'm not moving.

Policeman says son you can't stay here,
I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving
I'm not moving.
I'm not moving
I'm not moving.

People talk about the guy
Who's waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world.

Maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved,
And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news,
And you'll come running to the corner
Cos you'll know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved
I'm the man who can't be moved

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag no I'm not gonna move.

Rayne

Tomorrow I will hide myself in the library and teach myself how to draw. (: And if, by sheer chance or luck...no I will stop thinking about it.

Where dreams were made; 10:11 PM

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Meme!

Last person
1. You hung out with? Sarah and Michael.
2. You texted? Sarah
3. You slept next to? Oh hmm, as in we both slept or only I did? Former: Sheena at her house on Alvin's bed (which was super dusty) Latter: Nancy in Taka. Or was it on the bus?
4. Went to the movies with? Nancy. We watched Wall-E!
5. Went to the mall with? Sheena. I met her at Bugis yesterday.
6. You talked to on the phone? Mom
7. Made you laugh? Sarah.
8. You hugged? I haven't hugged anyone in ages! I can't remember. Nancy?
9. You kissed? I don't kiss people. Erm, out of my own will, it was a looong time ago.
10. Made you cry? Oh haha >_<

Would you rather
1. Be serious or be funny? Circumstantial
2. Drink whole or skim milk? Whole milk is nicer than skim.
3. Die in a fire or get shot? Shot.

Which one...
1. Sun or moon? The sun's nice and so's the moon. :D Right now the moon, I suppose, since it is night and I like the peace and calm of it.
2. Dark or light chocolate? Dark, all the way!
3. Leftie or rightie? Rightie.
4. Sunny or rainy? Rainy. Cold and nice.
5. Hugs or kisses? To give or to receive? Haha I'll go with Gracey, both. :D
6. Where do you live? Somewhere in the Universe.
7. Rock or Techno? Ack can't stand both, but rock I suppose.
8. Do you want to get married? Yes.
9. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? Twirl.
10. Do you cook? Sometimes, when I feel adventurous. o: (Rarely)

In the past 3 days have you
1. Kissed someone? No. ):
2. Sang? To myself?
3. Been hugged? No. Argh.
4. Liked someone you can't have? Only the past 3 days?

Favourite
1. Color? A lot. :D
2. Food? Right now I want to eat ramen!
3. Movie? I have a few favourites I can never get tired of. Troy. A.I., Wall-E etc.
4. Sport? Swimming.
5. Day of the week? Hmmm I don't know really. Not Monday.
6. Season? Autumn!
7. Ice Cream? Fossil Fuel from B&J
8. Song? The last one to get stuck in my head is Tell Me A Lie by The Fratellis.

Current
1. Mood? Tired
2. Clothes? Pyjamas
3. Desktop? Don't have one - I use a lappy now!
4. Time? 8:20 PM
5. Location? Study room
6. Annoyances? SCHOOL TOMORROW. (Although it's not really an annoyance - it's the talks that annoy me.)
7. Thoughts? Something, someone.

First
1. Best friend? Haha wow nostalgia. Um kindergarten, I suppose. But seriously, serious best friend? Sarah.
2. Crush? :X
3. Movie? I don't know!! Maybe one of the disney movies.
4. Lie? Can't remember.
5. Song? Not sure, some kiddy song. I used to love the shampoo jingle and I'd always sing it when I'm shampooing. XD

Last
1. Drink? Water
2. Ride? MRT
3. Text msg? Sarah
4. Person you talked to? ...Myself?
5. Song you listened to? Sousei no Aquarion! Actually to be really strict it's the starting of Hana Yori Dango 2 by Arashi.

Things you can hear now
1. Love Story - Arashi
2. The MRT rattling along on the tracks
3. The fan

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 8:27 PM

Saturday, October 11, 2008

And how can I move on when I'm still in love with you?

Went out today and got a few CDs from Gramophone, plus other odds and ends. Equine told me yesterday that Robin Speilberg's CDs cannot be found in Singapore, so I didn't manage to get hers. (Why why why. ): ) And then we went around Bugis Street and got aching feet and headaches from the stale air and the cramped stalls, and then Sim Lim Square before going for another round and back to Bugis.

And for some reason I felt like spending money, so I did, and now I'm quite broke. It's nice to know at these times that people still owe you money so you have a bit of extra cash stuck somewhere. (Hint.)

Some stuff worth mentioning during the EYAs:

1. When revising for History, Sam wikied Stolypin, since she didn't really know who he was and I was distracted enough to tell her something along the lines of me eating him, or him eating people, or him getting eaten, or something like that. So she sent me this paragraph from Wikipedia:

After being shot Stolypin was reported to have casually stood up from his chair, carefully removing his gloves and unbuttoning his jacket, and unveiled a blood-soaked waistcoast. He sank into his chair and shouted 'I am happy to die for the Tsar' before motioning to the Tsar in his royal box to withdraw to safety. Tsar Nicholas remained in his position and in one last theatrical gesture Stolypin blessed him with a sign of the cross. Stolypin died four days later. The following morning a resentful Tsar knelt at his hospital bedside and repeated the words 'Forgive me'.

I don't know why, I found it wildly funny at that point of time. I can't believe Stolypin's that dramatic. o:

2. I realise I study better with people. For this EYA I have had two study sessions in all and they both proved to accomplish much more than me studying alone - it's the computer, really. And having companionship keeps me in check. So for the next few exams I'd probably stay in school to study, or have someone study with me or something.

3. Crash courses are seriously really useful - mine are usually on Physics and the best one is cramming three topics, almost a sem's worth of stuff, into two hours. And then photocopying the exercises and notes to read later on. But the level scares me - I was actually copying Yet Feng's JC notes, although why I was so surprised to find out I have no idea, I should be used to it already, judging by the uselessness of my chem O'levels textbook.

4. The exam format in the hall is both good and not good for me. In one sense it prevents teachers from looking over the students' shoulders (MATH D<) and there's this special feeling about seeing all your friends in one place taking the same exam. In another sense I keep getting this feeling that I am running out of time, especially during the chinese compo where I kept hearing pages being ripped and thinking that people have moved on to their next page so WHY am I still stuck on the same page?! I have this thing about writing compos slowly. And also it is terribly distracting..I keep getting distracted by a person. Gracey I think you'd understand.

5. The hall is SO COLD. In a classroom you can adjust the air-con but you can't in the hall because there are no remotes in sight. When I sat in front my hands were freezing. When I sat at the back I was shivering - I had two aircons blasting at me. And one was just right above Roxanne, haha.

6. It's fun (in retrospect) to see all your friends camp outside the hall trying to revise. :D

7. Gracey and I stayed back on Wednesday to study chem. Halfway through we decided to take a break and do something else, so we drew this on our whiteboard:

Yeah it all began from the snail and started going downhill. :D I don't think you can really see it, but there's a hydrogen ion seeking its missed electron (it bounced down The Stairs With A Hand Sticking Outside A Door With A Cat Flap With A Cat's Head Poking Out) and a chlorine thingy looking imporingly at the hydrogen ion. And then a wayward balloon with a kitten that fell out of the stork's bag going OM NOM NOM, and a flying dog chasing a flying shoe with the shoe going "WTH" in a race. In the stands is a person who dropped his earphones, which are shortly going to be gobbled up by a weird fish-like thingy who is being reprimanded by another of his kind. Beside him is a Lancet and a "worm" proclaiming to be his grandpa. (HAHA Bio students should get this) Below them is a bald RGS girl who has two shadows, followed by a man in a chef hat and a rat (Ratatouille!) both having two shadows, and the Doctor at the far end going, "IT IS THE LIBRARY AGAIN." And overall, the girl going to eat the puking snail running away from the madness of it all.

8. When I got home on Wednesday I had to cram the entire year's worth of math and chem in one night, and so I went to bed at 1 am and could not sleep at all for the entire morning until 5.40, and I "woke up" still thinking about math and chem. Throughout the night, for some weird unfathomable reason, I had Gracey's, Nancy's and JX's voices going through my head. And they were very clear voices, mind you. Really weird!

9. I planned to sleep early on Thursday to make up for the lack of sleep on Wednesday, but ended up having to stay up waiting for my hair to dry. (Grrrr.) And I couldn't sleep because I was still thinking of my exams, so I woke up in the afternoon the next day feeling ravenously hungry.

10. I think I would love to stay in a bookshop (Kino) with everything at my disposal: all the books just look so appealing with their pretty covers. Somehow everything looks better in a bookshop because they are all so new, and N said that libraries may purchase the cheapest (ie the ugliest) book cover which is quite true. Which reminded me of the beauty chapter in the Red Queen, but that's beside the point. In a library your eyes roam from book to book before you spy a book cover/title that attracts your attention before you decide to pick it up to decide if it is worthy of your time. Which is why I can spend ages in a library without reading anything, just wandering from shelf to shelf before reading a book which I had already read before, unless I know which titles I want to read or are recommended to me. It's all in the appetite, really. With a good book-ish appetite everything seems good to read.

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 10:52 PM

Friday, October 10, 2008

You and I...are a partnership of destiny.

Finally, rest. I am not exhilarated, but I guess you reap what you sow.

Today and yesterday (afternoon) are pretty fun though. :D

Hana Yori Dango is quite awesome. Tsukushi and Tsukasa are so cute when they are quarrelling, and Tsukasa is SO funny when he makes his word mistakes even in the most serious of situations (...I will wrap her up in seaweed and give her to you!) and adorably awkward around Tsukushi, or when he is really happy. He is just like a little boy!

AND boys would be boys, huh. A fight between Tsukasa and Rui suddenly turned into all four boys fighting (Akino and Souijirou were trying to help, but Akino ended up getting punched by Tsukasa and he got angry, so Souijirou tried to stop him and Akino shouted at him to "just make your tea, pretty boy!" and punched him. And so it went on.) until they were so tired they just lay on the ground and made up. Very, very cute.

Tsukasa is. Very. Adorable. ;D

When he got abducted he was chewing on the driver's ear demanding to know what was going on because his arms were tied, and when he finally did he got so enraged that he started whacking the driver's head with his own. In the end they had to wheel him into the room with him trussed up as a turkey glaring balefully at the occupants. SUPER CUTE MOMENT.

AND AND. During TOJ, after Tsukushi came out in her weird outfit, the French judge suddenly stood up and shouted, "TRES BIEN!" and the whole audience went "EEEEH?!" and he babbled long passionate sentences of french. I wished I had a french translator with me. o:

So in all, very cute. Japanese dramas are still better after all. But then the manga was a good series, and I wouldn't have expected any less from the drama either. Now all that's left to do is watch series 2 AND the movie!

_ Eleanor Rigby } SPORE! says:
and the new iMac has 4 core processors
FOUR
FOURRRRRR

Rayne; when worlds collide says:
o.O
what are core processors?

_ Eleanor Rigby } SPORE! says:
erm actually im not sure what it is
but a normal computer only has one
or less..or something like that
when you have four..that makes your computer super fast
OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT
:X

HAHA EQUINE. XD

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 10:00 PM

Friday, October 03, 2008

Nicholas's full title as Emperor was We, Nicholas the Second, by the grace of God, Emperor and Autocrat of all the Russias, of Moscow, Kiev, Vladimir, Novgorod, Tsar of Kazan, Tsar of Astrakhan, King of Poland, Tsar of Siberia, Tsar of Tauric Chersonesos, Tsar of Georgia, Lord of Pskov, and Grand Duke of Smolensk, Lithuania, Volhynia, Podolia, and Finland, Prince of Estonia, Livonia, Courland and Semigalia, Samogitia, Belostok, Karelia, of Tver, Yugra, Perm, Vyatka, Bulgaria, and other territories; Lord and Grand Duke of Nizhny Novgorod, Chernigov; Sovereign of Ryazan, Polotsk, Rostov, Yaroslavl, Beloozero, Udoria, Obdoria, Kondia, Vitebsk, Mstislav, and all the northern territories; and Sovereign of Iveria, Kartalinia, and the Kabardinian lands and Armenian territories; Hereditary Lord and Ruler of the Cherkass and Mountain Princes and others; Lord of Turkestan, Heir of Norway, Duke of Schleswig-Holstein, Stormarn, Dithmarschen, Oldenburg, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth.

(..what's with all the so forths?)

Rayne; a simple sack of wishes and stones. says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[c=#00E8A8]samantha[/c] says:
what
I've seen worse =.=

I wonder if he ever got to say his full name. o:

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 11:11 PM

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Hooooooosh puppies.

Oh dear now I can't get it out of my head!

But I do think that I've been productive...at least more productive than I had been. o:

Things are just moving too fast now. What, System, now you're going to deprive me my singular (minor) pleasure of exams - the studying period, where I crack my brains out as a peace offering to the exams in the illumination of the moonlight and my computer? At least leave the poor student some modicum of self-induced pleasure, thanks.

Rayne

Where dreams were made; 9:44 PM