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The Last Three Disjointed Days 
2nd-Oct-2003 04:35 pm
Reborn - Yamamoto CHIBITA
clara_swift! And laura_mcewan! Check out November’s edition of Elle! I saw it out today – and THERE’S EWAN ON THE COVER! And a gorgeous photo shoot, too! (Well, yes, Ewan and Renee, but it’s still Ewan!)

Like, OMG.

No, I haven’t been drinking, but I have been to an audition, and I’ve discovered that the aftermath of fear leaves me absolutely hysterical, and acting completely drunk. The audition was great horror fun, it really was. We had to sing and do a drama piece. “Your Song” was one of the choices we had, and aingeal_isilme, I was singing Your song. Yes, the Dae and Eleris version. “People look at me funny, and act really snide – They usually wind up with an axe in their side.” *hugs aingeal_isilme*

Ratal, I love you to pieces.

Eventually I didn’t end up doing that – the other pieces were very fun, though. You could sing Fly Me to the Moon, On My Own, I Dreamed A Dream (Very Serry, yes?), Javert’s “Stars” (Which is so slashy. Oops. Sorry), A Little Fall of Rain, All That Jazz, Send In The Clowns. I did Don’t Cry For Me Argentina, and I butchered it, but those who auditioned us were absolutely lovely. The guy who played the piano accompaniment looked like Jekyll from LXG.

And we had great fun outside with our fellow auditionees. There was a senior who was trying out, and couldn’t sing, or so he claimed. While we were out there being murdered by our nerves, he did a lovely version of All That Jazz. In German. The chorus was sung in English, with a heavy German accent. *dies laughing* And the best bit is, that was the piece he performed when he went in to sing. Not in German, though. Seeing a guy perform the motions for “I’m going to rouge my knees and roll my stockings down” has got to be one of the great redeeming points of that audition. He was wonderfully, fabulously over-the-top, and I am certain he will get a part for sheer attitude alone. He was great at acting, too.

And we had absolutely lovely people with us in the queue, as well. They had a wonderfully humorous approach to the entire audition business, and it really helped during those ghastly Moments of Waiting – you know those. They’re the moments right after someone’s auditioned, and the panel of judges just sit there and spend a great deal of time in discussion. The people behind me were, “Oh, you think they’re discussing you. Do you know what they’re doing? They’re really discussing last week’s episode of ER. You think they’re going, “Oh, that was awful. Why are you bothering to audition?” and they’re really saying, “Oh, she had Levis on.” “He had Reeboks. What did the one before him wear?” It probably doesn’t sound funny now, but back in the charged-to-the-heights atmosphere of the waiting room, it was hilarious.

Auditioned with a friend, the poor thing, who had to bear my subsequent insanity on the way home. We live in the same hall, so all the way home, in the twilight, she had to hear me sing Memory, from Cats, Music of the Night, The Sound of Music, My Favourite Things, and All I Ask of You (Through which I kept thinking about Serry, and of Lev too XD ).

Was deranged all through dinner. Worried a girl at the end of the table. I was telling myself, out loud, “You do not pick up your beans with your fingers”, after almost making that mistake. I blame it all on our hostel caterers for serving us French fries with baked beans. I cannot be expected to remember what to do with my hands.

Three other hall-mates came to my room shortly after dinner, two of them the Legolas Fanciers. One of them, who previously tied my Lord of the Rings tag to my desk drawer handle, found my Legolas postcard (In my defense it was from F1rst, and my brother gave it to me. No, really, he did. Along with the Harry Potter postcard) and put it over my mangled telephone socket/Internet connection port. Now am looking at Legolas instead of the Reason I Cannot Be Online. Am not sure it is much of an improvement.

Then the girl I previously hadn’t thought was a Fancier saw the postcard, and Squee-d. There is no other word for it. I was, “OMG You’re a Legolas fan?!”

We will get matching Legolas posters – because Woolworths’ sells them – and put them all up in our rooms. Yay. Matching Legolas posters.


(Ratal, stop right there. Like now.)

OH NO! My hall-mate’s banana is in my school bag! We went out together to get a magazine from the grocer, and we decided we would not be accused of shoplifting or General Perviness (“What are you doing, wandering about at this hour of the night with a banana?”) if the banana was out of sight. But it’s with me now! I forgot to give it back to her! Will wander downstairs to breakfast with a banana in hand. That’s what quite a few of us do in the Hall. They take a fruit for dinner, and not eat it until the next day. For lunch. Amazing. But it seems that most university students skip lunch, anyway.

Also I have a question. Us Law students here have as our textbook this particular publication entitled “The English Legal System”. But we refer to it by the book’s authors’ names.

Slapper and Kelly.

Are there only three people I know of who think this is Wrong Thought Material?

Went to the London Eye today – Law Faculty Freshers’ week. Cool. We froze out there – IT’S COLD! The wind off the Thames is cold! – for half an hour, after which our Law seniors announced, “Is that all of you? We’ll get tickets now.” After which, a senior reappeared, and said, “If we get all your student cards, we get £5 off the London Eye price.” So it was done.

And it was lovely. The London Eye is a gargantuan Ferris wheel, which moves only slightly faster than Livejournal on a busy night. We didn’t get sun today – it was cloudy, but it was still a wonderful experience. And there’s a Wordsworth poem on the foot of the Eye (I know, I know) – the one that ends, “That great heart is beating still.”

And it’s worse now when you dream of home. The night I was in the Lake Districts, I dreamt of my friends, and of being with them, and when I woke up, the comforter around me felt so much like the one I had at home, and the room was pitch dark, and for one instant I truly believed I was at home. I dreamt, on the second night I was here, I think, of family, and then upon waking, I had one of those mornings when you wake up and you discover you’ve been crying in your sleep, but you are not consciously sad. Last night I dreamt of family and friends, and I woke up actually feeling down, which is rather a horrible way to start a day. Anyway, it turned out a lovely day, which is good ^_^

Will now return to regularly scheduled nonsense.

The banana is still sitting on my desk. . .

OMG. And the night before last night. Er. Um. Well, there’s this guy down the hall, who one day, in my room, saw the book I write in that I had inadvertently left open on the table. *covers face with hands* It was L/S. He was, “What’s this?” And I was OH MY GOD NOOOOOO. . .

“Um – it’s for Lord of the Rings. I’m in this RPG group – and that’s what we write. . . ”

I dare not think about what I would have said if what he’d read was the NC-17 Skinner/Tom. *dies*

It wasn’t too bad, really, it’s just a love letter in Serry’s direction, and thank GOD it was in first-person, otherwise I would be so DEAD. Then it would have been unimaginable.

Oh my God. What if he thinks it isn’t fiction?

*crawls under bed and stays there*

Moral of the Story: NEVER Leave your writing anywhere. And in Halls, it just Isn’t Safe.

Shall now record the page he saw.

I think I must have been waiting for you all this time, without knowing it. Now your light will make the darkness/ this my winter all the colder. And it does no good to say this, but I will say it nevertheless.

I love you.


I love you, Seriadoc Gamwise. I love you even if it means Kaimelar, and all he brings with him. I love you even if Master forbids it, and even if this is the first I’ve disobeyed him in twenty-six years. I love you even if it means Hyanda, because it does not matter whether or not you are mine, because you belong to yourself, and not to anyone else. I love you, and I ride to Ratal tonight, for I have promised this to my Master so you and Hyan may live.

< / end cause of momentary but excruciating embarrassment >

It’s Lev’s point of view. This appears exactly as it does on the page he saw. It was just a glance, but did he have to read what I think is the. . . oh my God, the page with the clearest writing? With this content?

No I mean I must repent.

Er, yeah, if anyone asks, I didn’t write that.

Oh God, I did, didn’t I?

Anyway, what I was intending to say was that the Guy Who Inadvertently Saw Slash and Whom I Sure Hope Didn’t Understand What It Was knocked on my door. I opened it to find that he was shirtless.

And he asked me for Vaseline.

Did not realize until I wrote I it down how very – I really shouldn’t think any more, should I?

Anyway, he had chapped lips, which was why he wanted it.

Then the guy next door wanted to see Moulin Rouge *cheers* - and so I went over to watch it with him and his friends. He heard “Zidler” as “Hitler” which made us all go XDXDXD. *dies* He gave up after half-an-hour, though he does want to continue watching it. Then they began with the Extended Edition of LOTR.

Now I know the best cure for loud rock music. Feed LOTR in its place. At last I was studying with background music I liked. No more noise. It’s just pure XDXDXD time. (Actually, both of my neighbors have been good recently)

Ringwraith music is the loudest. But maybe it’s the Wraith-Fancier in me talking. Ha ha this is my tenth day in this Hall and have succeeded in making LOTR heard on my corridor and inflicting Moulin Rouge on no less than seven people. Go me!

Was in guy next door’s room when he introduced me to a friend of his, named Rob. “I believe we’ve met,” said Rob. “I was very drunk. I crashed against your door and half-fell into your room, because your door was open.”

I was . . . (I don’t remember. . . )

Then Previously Shirtless Hall-Mate was wandering the halls cuddling a jar of honey. I mean - ^_____________________________________^ Except now he was wearing a shirt.

And no, I have no pictures.

They’re really open here. You can be sitting on the foot of a guy’s bed, and he’ll just take off his shirt and change it, quite nonchalantly. Now hall-mates have begun wandering the corridor shirtless – it’s the Second Week Syndrome. It’s the Now I Know All of You, I Cannot Be Bothered To Put On My Clothes, Well At Least Not All of Them behavior.

(I’m sure this happens in halls all over the world. It just so happens that this hall has me, who seems to be unused to all this.)

Also, it’s really good to be into LXG. Studying is major squee time. Was reading my Introduction to Law handout when I read, “sell his bicycle to Tom”. And my first thought was “Sawyer”.

And look at my handouts. How am I not expected to have wrong thoughts about, “Tom’s unconditional acceptance of John’s unconditional offer operates to create a binding contract between them”? (Yes, it was the bicycle.)

No I mean they are asking for it –

Have a lecturer named Rodney Austin. Mind must have been heading off in the fandom direction, but I saw “Rodney Skinner” that night.

If only.

Also it does not help that Rodney Austin is lecturing on Police Powers.

Further reading on the Law handout yields, “Bill’s estranged ex-partner, Boris, comes upon the scene (of Bill’s accident) and is deeply shocked by what he sees, and later suffers from recurring nightmares.”

How can I not think slashy thoughts? That line screams hurt/comfort like nothing else on earth! Even down to the nightmares!

Cannot be expected to study. “Further Reading: Martin, ‘Defective Premises – The Empire Strikes Back’. ”

When I read it the second time to type it down, I read Padawan instead of Premises.

Next-door neighbor read Harry Potter in Czech, all five books of it. His mother’s doing.

Yes, this is a rather disjointed account of the last three days. ; )
2nd-Oct-2003 09:56 am (UTC) - I babble. ^_^;
You've just had to picked one of the most difficult pieces to sing out of the lost you've listed there! LOL! 'Don't Cry For Me Argentina' is a relatively difficult piece to get right, compared to say, 'Fly Me To The Moon'. Or so I feel that way, technically. The audition sounded fun! Wished I could hear you sing though. *poke poke*

Regarding your hallmate's banana in your bag - LOL!! ^o^ I'd best not comment on it lest it goes very awry.

Yay for your radiator! Go get some fuzzy slippers while you're at it! Cold feet is a very uncomfortable thing to have >_<

And my name is spelt as Seridoc Gamwich, dear. Did you just cross me with Meriadoc and Samwise? I made the mistake of spelling Seriadoc occasionally at first too though. *pat pat*

Which leads me to think - Your Lev has a lousy memory. Hah! *laughs* And if he were Jack Sparrow, he'd get slapped around for saying the wrong names.
Lev: "Gamwise?"
Serry:"Who's that?*niko niko smile of doom™*
Heheheh. Is it me or did Lev sound like a Padawan there?

Lessons sound relatively amusing for you, I hope you enjoy your classes! Yay for you and your powers of hallmates-brainwashing! I'll expect them to miss you and your brainwashing...er...fandom-persuasions when you do come back to us here for the hols. *niko*
3rd-Oct-2003 05:28 am (UTC)
You do not babble. *hugs*

OMG. *crawls under Law Reports and buries self* Seridoc Gamwich. I have the wrong person. Pardon my bothering you at all. Am cleared of writing love letters to Serry. XDXDXD

Eheh, the hallmates seem to do something funny every week!

I miss you, Ratal, and your combined powers of slashing. XDXDXD

Serry, I can't sing as well as you!

I have fuzzy slippers ^_^ Unfortunately, I made the mistake of getting white ones, which are now, unfortunately, going gray. They were Plot Bunny white, at first.

Did you just say Lev as a Padawan? How did you guess the theme of my Ratal/Moulin Rouge crossover? ^_^ *giggles*

Does that make Serry his Master? (In terms of age, he'd be, wouldn't he?)

*hugs you*
4th-Oct-2003 02:36 am (UTC)
That's probably one of my cousins you have written a love letter to. *laugh* A real hobbit ^__^ I still want to hear you sing. And what do you mean 'can't sing as well'? I don't sing well at all! Singing isn't just about technicalities, it's also about what you're singing about, who you're singing for, and how you enjoy the singing. ^_^ People sing very well indeed when they enjoy it. ^_~

Wait, the way you made Lev writing that letter...was it akin to Ewan/Christian doing the typing in the beginning of Moulin Rouge? And no, BBB is Lev's master. Muakakakaka. *evil laugh*
5th-Oct-2003 02:25 am (UTC)
And what do you mean 'can't sing as well'? I don't sing well at all!

*thwaps both of you* You BOTH SING WELL! And i'll not listen to you protesting otherwise *covers ears and hums horribly off-key* XD

And Serry dear, BBB may be Lev's master, but he's your Lev love slave... *flees*
2nd-Oct-2003 10:24 am (UTC)
Moulin Rouge!

More Ewan goodness!


Why do I have to be such a fangirl at this time?

Leave your writing EVERYWHERE! It will make you famous. Maybe notorious, but possibly in a good way, somehow.

I am so envious of you staying in London! Am now wondering if we would have been able to meet up if I had told my parents "Okay, I want to study in London" though Dad did said he would put me in Liverpool (just so he can come and visit me AND be at his favourite football club at the same time).

But then I wouldn't have a Master! (Would I?) Who would be going around with me trying to make me look like Curt Wild. And I will be trying to make her look like Brian Slade.


LXG! Perhaps I should go watch it with the slashers later.
3rd-Oct-2003 05:34 am (UTC)
What do you mean, you should go watch it with the slashers? You MUST go watch it with the slashers! I am so in love with LXG. I ship Skinner/Tom. Absolutely. Due to corruption by flagitiosus and majokai. Unwittingly, on majokai's case. ^_^

*hugs you* It would have been amazing to be with you in London. But I like to believe that everything works out for the best, and I am sure you wouldn't trade your Master for all the Squees of London. Well, not so sure, but I am reasonably sure. XDXDXD It means we'll have a lot to say about the different cultures of all these places ^_^ And we'll be Ratal International! Also, if you weren't where you are, you wouldn't be walking the same continent with Hugo Weaving. *envy*

When we return, I demand a Ratal Gathering. I will then gleefully inflict Moulin Rouge on ALL of you. *celebrates* All of you will see the rightness of Ewan = Serry. *hugs you* I can't wait.

I will be online tonight! 10pm Singapore time! ^____^
3rd-Oct-2003 06:45 am (UTC)
i think you mean 'unwittingly' as 'was forced into it kicking and screaming'...*sweats*

Argh! My msn is still screwed up...is there any other way I can chat with you guys without using MSN messenger?
5th-Oct-2003 02:21 am (UTC)
i just read that Ewan was in Sydney for the past several months, filming a movie... the last SW film prequel?
2nd-Oct-2003 10:56 am (UTC)
Don't cry! *hugs* We're glad you dream of us, but not if it makes you cry.

Audition sounds like fun ^^ Can you believe I've never heard Fly Me To The Moon til the mid-autumn celebrations this year at my school? You could have sung Ratal remix version of everything and puzzle the judges to death XD

There are so many wrong thoughts in this entry, I don't know where to start XD but I believe your Vaseline-borrowing neighbour was the worst. And chapped lips doesn't help. Now you mention honey jar I think Pooh. And slashing-Pooh ideas are a Very Bad Thing.

Ah yes, the Shirtlessness of guys in hostels. Not a pretty sight. Which is why I avoid going anywhere in my block that's not my floor.
2nd-Oct-2003 01:26 pm (UTC)
Goodness. Slashing Pooh. *blinks blinks*

*curiousity wins* With who? *grin*
2nd-Oct-2003 06:39 pm (UTC)
Piglet. *LOL* Cos he always snuggles up to Pooh.

Or possibly Tigger.

Or both? XD
3rd-Oct-2003 05:48 am (UTC)
Are you suggesting a Hundred Acre Wood threesome, Professor?

I go with Pooh and Christopher Robin!
3rd-Oct-2003 08:42 am (UTC)
hm... why not just everyone together? XD
3rd-Oct-2003 05:44 am (UTC)
OMG Serry love your icon.

And those two are the slashiest thing ever. It's all Jack Sparrow, really, but he's enough! ^_^

EHEH. What do you mean, with who? I know you'd be able to give us the really interesting ideas.
4th-Oct-2003 02:29 am (UTC)
Oh gosh. Christopher Robin. *looks at Faol* How...suitable. O_O But...I think I'll let this stay openly unslashed for now since my little one loves The Hundred Acre Woods. O____O
3rd-Oct-2003 01:52 am (UTC)
i hate it when guys go around shirtless. *shudder*

it's like, you can't look at them properly and stuff. i do feel uncomfortable anyway.

*hugs you*

oh hon, don't forget we'll all still be here if you need anything. sometimes i just feel sad thinking about my friends too, because, like i said, i hardly see them around anymore. and i don't have a bunch of regular friends to occupy myeslf wid save shuwen and ailin. i sorta know how you feel.

3rd-Oct-2003 05:51 am (UTC)
*hugs you* Hang in there! Good friends take a while to find, and that's why they're so special! *hugs you again* Don't feel bad - you will find your friends. And you have us. ^_^

Yep, Shirtless Guys. Hopefully you don't see much of that at home... ^_^

I miss all of you. Can't wait for December! We will meet again!
3rd-Oct-2003 05:42 am (UTC)
Worse happened last night - was in next-door neighbor's room, and Shirtless Hall Mate was in, with a jar of honey. This honey isn't the clear amber honey that we usually get. It's the viscous, cloudy kind - the "natural" honey, as it were. Shirtless Hall-Mate was putting honey in his coffee, and it almost dripped onto his jeans. Next-door neighbor commented on what it would have looked like - "a suspicious-looking stain", he said, and that is Wrong Thought Wrong Thought Wrong Thought, explicit.

*hugs the Professor* It's the first term. Many things will make me sad. Can't help but miss home, but hopefully I will fill the days until the thought of home won't hurt too much. It passes, I am told. And I will be home soon! ^____^ Already, it is just a little over two months until I return! XD And I can't wait to see you again! And to see how you have fared with your newest pupil, c_dreamcatcher. If her Ideas are anything to go by, you have succeeded.

The Law Faculty went to the Potion Bar last night. I couldn't help but think of you. ^_^ I attended the moot court mock trial instead.

PROFESSOR! When Ratal next meets, we will ALL sing Fly Me To the Moon! And yes, I'm surprised you hadn't heard the song. After all, you've heard "The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore". ^_^

Oh i>yes</i>. Living where I am is major, major Wrong Thought Time. XD

Slash Pooh will you now? *stunned*

Is your floor all-girls?

And yes, guys seem to take Shirtlessness as a Natural State of Being.
3rd-Oct-2003 09:12 am (UTC)
I know what you're thinking, B2 ^^;

Ah yes, Miss Ban is progressing very well. She shall begin diving lessons soon *smirk*

Yup all girls floor. In an almost-all guys block *scowls*
5th-Oct-2003 02:18 am (UTC)
When Ratal next meets, we will ALL sing Fly Me To the Moon!

*lol* i'll try and remember how to play it on guitar as a n accompaniment XD i loved that song last year, for some reason.
3rd-Oct-2003 06:50 am (UTC)
you sounded like you were having so much fun...damn, I spent the last three days alternating between reading slash fics, having slash ideas and listening to the various JCs appearing at my school telling me how fantastic they are and why I should join them...

*sighz* Do I really need to have a raw score of bloody 8 to join the RJC humanities programme...*grumbles*

Talking about shirtless guys and gay men, my brother-in-law and I, somehow or the other, seemed to get onto the topic of gay men over dinner and we both agree that PM Goh may be gay...*shudders* Hate to think in that direction though, considering that guy have got...zero gay appeal. But still...my teacher said something about rooting for that hypothesis too....*falls over*

Ewan as Serry...*thinks* Then can we have Jonathon Rhys-Meyers as Lev?
3rd-Oct-2003 08:48 pm (UTC)
Slash ideas only during the past three days? Well at least you weren't listening to the JC propaganda and getting slash ideas from them =D

by humanities, do you mean Arts Fac? if you mean the humanities scholar programme, then you'll need 8 to play safe.

PM Goh? Gay?!
4th-Oct-2003 02:27 am (UTC)
He doesn't look gay! It would give me the creeps. It'll be as bad as thinking my own dad is gay! *thinks*

*mutter mutter* Maybeitisn'tthatbadanidea. *sweeps it under the carpet hastily*
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