Dreamwalker

It would have been a great dream if it weren't for him being there, too.

I mean, who wouldn't get excited with a dream set in Hogwarts? But of course, the villain that he is, he had to go show up and ruin my dream for me. He wasn't even a villain in my dream! In fact he was so nice, it would be perfectly logical to assume that he's under the Imperius curse.

Or maybe... this dream is some sort of premonition that I should start being nice to him? Like hell I will be! I will be nice to him when he starts being nice to me, which he is not, so we can go on pretending that the other does not exist and we can live happily ever after without giving a damn about each other. The end.

Just my fucking luck

Stuck in a room with you on the very day that I was avoiding you the most.

Like, what the fuck? Seriously? I'm about to suffocate from the awkwardness in the air.

Oh, I bet that would make interesting news. Imagine what people would say at my funeral. "Oh, that Rachel, how did she die?" "She got stuck in a room with the guy she dislikes the most and suffocated from the awkwardness." "The poor woman! How awfully tragic."

And we'll all know that is exactly how it happened.

Two words

I've decided I'm not going to say it.

Maybe I'm being stubborn but I don't want this to be even more complicated that it already is. So if it requires my silence to do that, then so be it. I won't be saying anything at all.

But I doubt you'd even notice.

I'm abusing internet space

I just made an LJ account. Ugh.

Well, I'm not transferring my blog there. I still prefer ranting here in my blogger over my other accounts. I think I just need a new place to write... uhmm... literature. Hahaha, literature, my ass.

It's an attempt to revive my muses, actually. They've been hibernating for so long now, I'm not even sure if they are still alive. I have written three 100-word drabbles (and in the process of writing a fourth one) so far and well, I can feel my muses slowly coming back to life. But I think that would be a bit problematic since we're going to be a hell lot busy with school work for the next months.

Maybe I'll just stick to writing drabbles for a while to relieve stress.

To my future husband,

I only want three children. Three!

Anything more than that and I will castrate you.

No, seriously. Don't think I wouldn't try.


Your loving future wife,
Rachel


PS
Oh, don't even ask how I came up with this. I think I just developed a slight phobia for rowdy kids.

random thoughts

(this is a repost from my Xanga account dated almost three years ago)

it took me a really long time to realize...

          ...that i can be a real bitch sometimes.
          ...that people are backstabbers in nature.
          ...that it's not gravity that pulls people towards the middle of the road. It's stupidity.
          ...that you don't have to take out the cubes to assemble a rubik's cube.
          ...that water won't boil even after staring at it for a long time.
          ...that i'm not made to be an engineer. I'm destined to be a bum.
          ...that after 17 years, my mom can't spell my name correctly.
          ...that i raise my eyebrow unconsciously.

I haz a new look

I've been sleeping late ever since sembreak kicked in but even though school has started for about a week now, my body clock still hasn't returned to normal.

It is a bit problematic because my eye bags are as dark as ever and unwanted facial hair are starting to show up!

...but then I thought it would be nice to grow a mustache for a change. I feel so manly now.

I am no Elizabeth Bennet

And you, sir, are not, in any way, anything like Mr. Darcy.

A Request for School for Nocturnals

To whom it may concern:

In my honest opinion, the government should build schools for the nocturnals. As a highly experienced nocturnal, this kind of school will be most beneficial to those who find it hard to get up in the ungodly early hours of the morning and prepare for school. I speak for all of us who are victims of numerous lates and unplanned cuts just because we couldn’t force ourselves to face school since we most probably have just gone to bed by the time we’re supposed to get up.

There are also those of us whose brains are more active at night than during the day, which makes it more appropriate for learning during night time. One cannot force a brain to absorb new information when it is in a state of sleep. That, I’m quite sure of. It has been tested and proven during the many times I found myself asleep in class and unable to process the overwhelming information being bombarded to us.

And so, I propose this school for nocturnals to cater the needs of the steady growing population of us, night people. This is also to prevent us from graduating with a minor in sleeping in class and unintentional cuts.


Respectfully yours,
Rachel (a concerned nocturnal)

House Arrest

I'm having another bout of self-imposed house arrest. I could count the number hours I've gone out for this past week:

Monday - 3 hours (the time we spent at the airport and the flight back home)
Tuesday - 1.5 hours (we voted for about 20minutes and visited Lola's house)
Wednesday - Saturday - I didn't go out (well, except for that 2 minute walk outside our house)
Sunday - 2 hours (attended Mass)

So that's a grand total of  six and a half hours that I've been outside our house for the past seven days. Le sigh. I just don't feel like going out. It's been raining every other hour and it makes me want to stay inside all the more. And I don't want to go anywhere without a car. Makes me wish I took driving lessons before. Haha. But I guess that's just the spoiled brat in me talking. I still don't feel like driving a car anytime soon.

Anyway... we'd be staying at the cemetery overnight tomorrow so I'm going to disappear for two days. Well, a day at most. Haha. I want to go home straight away. Not in the mood for another beach day, meh. I'm starting to think I'm a vampire who hates the sun. Oh ho ho.

Whatever, I'm so random I don't even make sense anymore.