Tuesday, March 31, 2009

I can count how many times I’ve read Twilight on one hand – just barely, though, mind you.

However, if you narrow that down, make it more specific: How many times have I read the first three-quarters of Twilight? I’m not so sure I’d be able to count that high.


My problem is that I like to watch things coming together, and that I lose interest shortly thereafter. I love Bella and Edward when they’re fresh – exciting, unsure. And yes, I adore them when they’re solidly together, but that’s… different. I can’t connect with it the same way.

It’s always beginnings with me. Meeting. Fast comebacks. Never having enough time and always having too much to say. But the second the beginning is over, I jump right to the end. I can’t find my middle ground.

I guess for Edward and Bella, seeing as they’re… you know, fictitious and all, they can conceivably be together forever. But I can’t translate that into real life. Here, ‘soulmate’ is nothing but a marketing ploy, tossed around loosely with phrases like ‘love at first sight’ and ‘took my breath away’. It’s commercial, and it’s nonexistant.


You’re all married. In relationships. Coming out of relationships. Whichever it is… you’ve all had someone, or you have someone, or you could conceivably have someone.

I haven’t met anyone that makes my heart jump. I mean, there are some people I feel nervous and jittery around, but that’s not love. That’s not even lust. It’s just adrenaline, pumping through my veins, because they don’t understand personal space, or because I’m worried they’re a step ahead of me. Just a touch more clever – that’s all it takes to make me nervous.

It doesn’t happen often. I’ll admit that sounds rather arrogant, but to be perfectly honest, it doesn’t happen as often as I’d like. I know heaps of people smarter than I am, but I want someone I struggle to keep up with. Someone who actually uses their full mental capacity, without sacrificing emotions and dreams. Too many of the brilliant young minds that I’ve met are so preoccupied with being smart that they’re passionless. They’re nothing but facts and books, crumbling away to dust in their irrelevance.


I want my Edward.

I want someone beautiful. And more clever than I. I want someone who is passionate, loyal, so in love with me that it burns. Someone who can make me laugh, catch me when I fall (lord knows I do that too often) or trip or flail. Who knows how to feel and when not to feel – when it’s better to just be.

I know you’ve all found someone, somewhere, at some point in time. Weather or not you’ve held on, clicked… you’ve at least found your initial connection. At least once.

Appreciate it- for me. Love everything that’s happened. Embrace the memory of your heart bursting or breaking. Love the rush you’ve all talked about and the way he made you feel. Dig your nails into the first time you had your heart broken and don’t ever let go.


One of these days, I will settle for second best. If you can’t find someone to make your heart flutter… well, why not go for the tremble? It may not register on the Richter scale, but it’ll get you from day to day.

Practicality over passion, right?

A confession to liven up your day

It’s not Friday, but who really gives a damn? Today’s “YOU” post is today! =D Share a secret, any secret…


I buy baby stuff. Well, not really. It was one book. One time. And then there was the piggy bank. And somewhere in between, lots of self restraint.

But the point is, I have the book. I’m not even in University and I bought a book for my baby-to-be *rolls eyes*. While on vacation, last summer.

In my defence, though, the book is fucking awesome. Even if I don’t have kids, I’ll be glad I have it! I promise pictures sometime soon-ish.

The last 48 hours of my life (aka where the hell I’ve been recently)

Sunday, March 29, 2009

I’m on spring break, as you may or may not know. So I figured… may as well take a break, at least for the weekend. I promise to kick it into high gear during the week (or so I hope).

So what have I been doing?

  • I watched Coraline in 3-D
  • And watched Twilight.
  • And then read Twilight from about 7:00 to 11:30, with only a couple of breaks. Forced myself to slow the fuck down and read every single word, because I rushed through it the first few times that I read it (shortly after it came out, a looong time ago). If you love Twilight and you haven’t yet done this… DO IT! It’s worth it. Trust me.
  • Contemplated re-watching Twilight, but it wasn’t that good.
  • Lost my second favourite scarf, which mum picked up for me in Pheonix
  • Found my scarf – yay!
  • Looked into cameras. I haven’t decided on one yet.
  • Checked out the new Joe Fresh makeup line – yes, as in the Superstore brand. I didn’t pick up anything, but I swatched and sniffed, and I’m impressed!!

Alright. It’s after midnight here, so it’s time for me to tuck in.

Or maybe watch some more deleted scenes.

Best discontinued product ever?

Friday, March 27, 2009

I know I have a TON, and I know that I bitch about it regularly. Here’s a few that just break my heart:

  • Estee Lauder Plum (though, I’ve been wearing Lancome Aplum recently… and I think I love it more! -gasp- Good timing, though, because mum’s fallen in love with Plum, so she can have that one ^^)
  • Olay Quench for Sensitive Skin. I still haven’t found a suitable replacement.
  • The entire Aura Science line. How could they do that to me?!
  • And lastly (for now,) my beloved Labello Med and Biore Warming Anti-Blackhead Cleanser. Neither have been discontinued, but I’m allergic to the “new and improved” formulas of both. Talk about a sudden excess in fragrance!

So? Have any of your HG items been discontinued? If so… what were they, and have you found anything the same (or better!) yet?

Just read to the bottom, alright?

Thursday, March 26, 2009

This’ll go up at six tomorrow morning, as usual, but I’m writing it at quarter to nine on Wednesday night!

I have a major Chem35 (IB material – VSEPR, mainly) test tomorrow (Thurs) so I don’t have time to give you guys a real post, and Tess didn’t email me her Tessa Thursday segment! I’m headed into hardcore-studying-mode from 9:00 to, well, probably until 11:00. So… there won’t be a real post for today. Not even a drafted-for-later-scheduling post, because the only ones I have left (I’ve told you. School. Has. Been. Hell.) are all meant to go up as a series, and I’m not done all of them!

So, because I don’t want to let you guys down, here’s a ten-minute review + anecdote.

What you see above is a tube and swatch of NYC lipstick – the shade is Mauve Gold, in their Ultra Last Lipwear formula, and it’s actually pretty decent! I mean, I wouldn’t dub this “holy grail” or anything, but if you’re in a foreign city and you forgot your lipstick at home, picking up a tube of this stuff wouldn’t hurt. It’s not very pigmented and quite glittery, but seeing as they’re sold for like $2… you can afford to pick one or two up in a pinch and lose them a week later. The shade’s nice enough.

I mean, it’s not recommended, because it’s wasteful, but you could theoretically do it.

If you’re actually thinking about it, though, think about the polar bears first. YOU ARE INDIRECTLY KILLING BABY POLAR BEARS.

But I digress.

So I swatch this stuff, in typical Rae fashion. Upload the pictures to my computer a few days later. Edit for colour representation. Move the file from “raw” to “done!” so I know they’re suitable for impromptu posting…

…and mom leans towards my computer screen, looking at the photo below.

“What are those?!” she asks incredulously. “Are those your pores?!

Oh, mothers. See, this is why I rarely let mine out of the house alone.

“Mom,” I say in all seriousness, quirking an eyebrow (yes, I can do that. And a whole other assortment of strange and singular facial expressions!) “That’s called a tissue. It’s white. And fibre-based. What. In. The. Hell.”

There is a pause. And then, meekly but with humor:

Raaaaaae. You’re totally going to blog about this, aren’t you?”Clearly, the answer was yes. And you’re all off to a better start of the day because of it!

Y’know what just hit me?

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The marketing execs at Lancome aren’t very… creative.

That’s all.

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