Overly Romantic?

Okay, I have a tiny problem regarding myself. What is that supposed to mean? Hmm let’s see, I like reading romance novels since my mom told me I should read a lot more things rather than just being a sitting pretty duck or whatsoever. I did start reading Reader’s Digest when I was about thirteen years old and along with that came the urge to write something that has my mind in a frenzy because this idea just can’t get out of my head. (I think my writing phase started when I was eleven or twelve, but I just really realized I like writing at thirteen. Go figure.)

Then my best friend introduced me into reading Filipino/Tagalog romance pocketbooks. I got addicted to it (mostly romance-comedy) and one thing led to another when I turned fifteen years old I had read some sexy pocketbooks that doesn’t, at times, makes sense to me. I think from then on, I became a what you call a hopeless romantic. I view every guy as my “the one” and when I know them truly I kind of either put them on the friends only category, wanker (stay away) category and Boyfriend material. I think none of them suit my husband category, but with my “obsession” with Arashi’s acting leader and rapper Sakurai Sho, I think someone needs to be in his level for me to actually consider the guy in a forever kind of way.

I’m not as religious as I was before, but it was drilled to me that if I want a guy to be able to marry with, a good guy who wouldn’t even dare to hurt a single hair on my head, who would respect me, and provide for our family, a responsible guy, I should pray for that person to be given to me. I asked Him to maybe at least introduce him to me, hint that he’s the one I’ve been waiting for or a sign, something. I don’t want to get married soon, I’m just hitting my twenties this year, but I’d like to experience what others have.

I’m not really lacking in the love category but I there’s something missing. I don’t know what that is but yeah, I feel something missing inside me like a void or something. Intimacy? Well, if I try to be you know handsy with my mom (not like what you guys thinking, algae minds) hugging, cuddling, that sort of thing, I kind of get rebuffed or rejected. I feel rejected enough outside the place I call home, and there are times that my mom would shrug off the things I do for her, stings but I don’t let it show.

Then this guy comes, I met him online and I liked him because aside from being able to finish each others sentences off, he makes me feel good about myself. Sadly, that relationship ended four months after I caught him red handed about doing stuff with other girls. Through online.

I stayed out of the relationship scene for a year. Exactly a year. Before I consider some guys that were making themselves clear that they like me. Most of them comes from the internet sure, 9 out of 10 would be wankers (perverts) but there’s one out those that is not like that. Take this guy I’m talking to for almost three weeks now. 3 weeks straight, we have been talking a lot of things from the most mundane things, the things we both know, our likes and dislikes, to the most out of this world questions, basically knowing each other well.

He’s a great guy, a gentleman ,respects and treats a woman nicely, the non-positive comment that I could think about this guy is that he’s too far away. Well, if you consider Minnesota and Manila’s distance, I would probably say yes, its a heck too far. Its like he was the kind of guy I asked for in my prayers. But I’m not sure he’s on the same page. He keeps asking about the online relationship stuff, and I know he’s interested in something or maybe he’s just asking those out of curiosity if my logical side thinks so. Not sure.

But here I am, feeling conflicted and confused, befuddled, and scared for assuming there’s something that will be there that really isn’t there. If that made sense. If not, I’m just scared to get my heart broken for the second time. I think I’ve only loved someone for real was my first love and it broke me when it happened. (Don’t ask for details, its kind of humiliating) Am I being overly romanticizing things that shouldn’t be seen that way? Am I really that naive? Gullible? Should I worry about myself or just continue being like this?

I’m tired of not knowing what to do with myself or with my life anymore.

 

Would there be noise or music in our quiet neighborhood?

If I haven’t told you guys yet then I am telling you now. I love music. To the point where songs are blaring from my phone’s speakers on repeat for a hundred million times. I admit, I am a hopeless singer, some would even categorize me as a descent singer when my mood for singing strikes, and that is almost as soon as a familiar song I like comes out of the speakers.

So what is the deal? What is it about Rayne’s title?

Well, last Mother’s day, I received a ‘gift’ from a friend of mine (you could actually check it out on my other blog Randomism titled “Mother’s day surprise fail”) and since it was several notches up from what I expected, I decided to invest into some things that I can use for long periods of times. One of it is a Violin.

Still thinking my title for today is weird?

It is probably the most on the spot name for my impending self-taught musical instrument. I should probably enroll myself in a class but sheesh I need a job and a good paying one because violin lessons aren’t really cheap. But I guess, if you’re passionate enough about one thing then you will never give up trying to be the best in that area.

Oh goodness, I think I’m going to hurl. Too many hornets fluttering in my stomach.

Why am I posting this blog here? Good question, because at the young age of 10, my first ever musical instrument I’ve played is the electric keyboard which now sits untouched somewhere in this house. For years, I have wanted to play the instrument back for many times, Imagining my fingers poised over the keys, the sound of every note. Music is my other form of obsession, and so is this musical instrument that I’ve been dying to have for years! Now, why from being a Piano/Keyboard player turn to a Violin?

Easy, I like the sound of it. The instrument just gives off beautiful sounds and… i just love it.

So the title is a make or break deal in these coming weeks. I don’t know if I can play it here in our house and not be screamed at for playing off key two hundred dozens of times or do well like a natural born violinist. We shall see.

This package is wreaking havoc on my system, I think I’m going to hurl from the tension.

-Rayne

(Fever series 8) Feverborn by Karen Marie Moning

Fuck do I want a time machine…

 

What a starting line right? (laughs) Anyway, I was supposed to make the other fever series book reviews but I just can’t help myself anymore, I’m dying to tell everyone what I think of this book. This insanely particu-fucking-lar book.

 

(I think my PMS is talking dropping all of the f-bombs and whatnot)

 

Moning is the best author for Cliff-hangers. So, If you’re A-Okay with facing cliff-hanger books I suggest you read her works. She does it damned well. Feverborn is the continuation of Burned where the ending of the book is also a cliff-hanger. It was a pretty good thing that I read Burned only this January and the wait for Feverborn is only a couple of weeks left.

 

Reprieve is only so little because we Fever series addicts will go nuts when you read Feverborn. I already fucking am on the road to Loony Ville as of this moment when I read the last pages of the story. I freak-fucking yelled (and got yelled back by my mom cause she’s just right beside me when I finished reading the book) I couldn’t stand reading series because this is what they do to you. The waiting makes you go crazy insane. (redundant much but I don’t give a rat’s arse) and when you finally calmed down and the waiting is over you read and savour every word that book gives you… and hope at the end they wouldn’t bite you in the arse with another cliff-hanger.

 

What I’ve read about this book is that Dani/Jada comes back, Ryodan admits he fell in love, ZEWs has a name, (Zombie Eating Wraiths if you guys forgot.) They’re called the minions of the Sweeper. Someone came back from the dead, Allies with an Unseelie Prince, Cruce gathering minions, Black holes expanding, Drama here, Action there, Sexy times with Jericho Barrons and Pissing off a Hunter.

 

Edit: I fucking hate Barrons when he said Mac’s not his girlfriend. I want to yell for K’Vruck and he have the same fate as his son. God damn it Jericho Barrons, Make up your fucking mind. You love Mac or not? Just freaking leave her alone if not then, the others of the TEN can take up your responsibility.

 

This pretty much sums up what happened in the book. (Altho I like the bits where Jericho Barrons came up and mm-yeah I love that guy. Even though he’s an unidentifiable dickhead) I like to divulge the ending of the story so you guys would know what I’m rambling about and why I’m this angry… I’ll just leave you guys to it to figure it out on your own.

 

That’s enough spoilers if you ask me.

 

4.5 Rainbow ratings!

 

Surprisingly, for me It’s a high rating even when I’m grumbling about it right? well, Moning might be the Queen of Cliff-hangers but she did a bang up job for keeping the readers on the edge of their seats and wait in anticipation for the next book. Hopefully, Feversong is the last book or at least the book with the least percentage of angst coming from the readers (probably only me).

 

Edit: Moning you have to make up yer mind in making who’s prominent on this fever series’ front liners. Is it Jada and Ryo or Mac and Barrons? Although, I pine for Mac and Barrons, Ryodan and Jada needs room to bloom. Lor and Jo too. And is Kasteo and Kat will be a thing? if so make something for Sean O’Bannion or if they’re staying strong at least make Sean know she’s alive. Daku and Fade doesn’t really have much screen time but at least make them appear they’re there… and X she/he needs to be addressed. Ya know unlock everything before you slam all of the revelation in the reader’s lap? It should be gradually… But I’m thinking the next book will be the book of revelations. … I hope.

 

Now, let me go in my corner and cry a river…

-Rayne

Unbound-Colours of Love by Kathryn Taylor

I got a free copy from NetGalley in exchange of an honest review of the book.

Description

Grace is young and has led a sheltered life. She hasn’t yet taken much of an interest in men. It’s only while doing an internship in London, where she meets the alluring Jonathan Huntington, that our sleeping beauty is awoken from her slumber. Jonathan is rich, incredibly attractive, and stems from British royalty – but he is a far cry from Prince Charming. He lures Grace ever deeper into his world of sinister passion, and she is sucked further and further into the maelstrom of her own growing desires. But when Jonathan demands she do the unthinkable to prove her love for him, she realizes just how dangerous her feelings for him are.

The book started out great, makes you think of who was the person telling the story (I didn’t recall what the description was so I was grasping for every small detail from the start of the story) and the meeting of the two important characters made me seriously laugh and feel sorry for Grace. If I was in her position I would also assume that Jonathan Huntington was looking at me as if he was waiting for me and someone as gorgeous as that would surely make me loose my marbles too I guess.

As much as mortifying it was and embarrassing to be caught in some misunderstanding like that, I still admire the Brit’s impeccable manners and invited her with them towards the limousine that will take them to Huntington Ventures where she was headed. The sexual tension was radiating off of them big time when they sat together inside the limousine.

That’s not where the tension skyrockets, inside the Huntington Building where every employee wants to have the same closeness that she experienced with the Boss, since she came out of the limousine with him and came in the building with her, the next day after she presented a report the day before she was called up to his office which was a surprise to everyone else in her department and the company since it was the first time that the boss asked for an intern to come up to  his floor.

Only a day after she came in she was offered to another position as Jonathan Huntington’s assistant. She was warned by her immediate supervisor that it was a bad thing to go crazy when it comes to the boss but she dismissed it. Time and time again. Their first kiss inside the elevator was hot and intense. And when they sealed the deal the day after Grace was unequivocally drunk, it was intense. Every time that they do it, it was intense.

Nobody can resist a mysterious guy anyway and clearly Jonathan Huntington has secrets that hasn’t been uncovered by anybody yet. Although, I have my hunch about this Japanese Yuuto Nagako that has been with them from the first time they met in the airport that one fateful day. He keeps looking at Grace as if he wants to do something to her.

This book has a lot of unresolved mysteries and at the end of reading this book? I just wish the sequel’s out and about now so that I can satisfy my curiosity about what’s going to happen next.

Questions that needs to be answered:

• What’s Yuuto Nagako’s role in the story?
• What made Jonathan Huntington think ill of his father after meeting Yuuto Nagako?
• Why doesn’t he want to be the next Earl of Lockwood?
• Is there a chance for Marcus and Grace to be together since Jonathan doesn’t want to be in a relationship? Or is Jonathan a commitment phobic?
• Will there be a chance for Jonathan and Grace to be truly together?
• Why does Yuuto Nagako kept asking/making Jonathan to make Grace a member or invite her inside the club in Primrose?
• Why does it looks like Jonathan doesn’t like to be touched?

There are so much questions that are swirling through me right now especially the one at the very end of the story.

• Why did Jonathan chased Grace when she came out of the club when she was clearly uncomfortable of her thinking about sharing the one person she come to care about and being shared to another person?

All these questions is making me want to tear my brains out for not knowing the answer. Also, there were, I’m not sure though, typographical errors? instead of “me” it was said “my” and there was a time where Anne French was addressed as a “he” then a “she” in one sentence. But those are the only things that I saw as a human error.

4.8 rainbow ratings!

there are some parts I think was dragging but all in all I loved the book. Can’t wait for Colours of Love – Uncovered.

Added to my favorite books and favorite book boyfriends. Along with the Following:

• Christian Grey
• Gideon Cross
• Jesse Ward
• Miller Hart
• Max Stella
• Bennett Ryan
• Will Sumner
• Travis Maddox
• Jericho Barrons
• [Many More…]
• Jonathan Huntington (newly added)

If my mom reads about this story I’m sure her dreams of having a prince charming would be shattered. Jonathan is not really a prince charming material lol.

-Rayne

Fun filled day

Yesterday, October 24th, me and my best friend went to the mall for some ice skating adventure. It was a curious idea that my best friend suggested us going to the ice skating rink. Why is that?

Last year, we went rollerblading at the basketball court just outside their house and she was curious as to what would it feel like to do the same as rollerblades but on ice. Once we’ve changed to our skates (rented) we dashed to the ice. We experienced our first fall together, laughed our butt off and skated away. Being amazed to those who do some skating drifts just like what hockey players does. Ogle people who does figure skating-well they were practising on a public rink, hard not to when you want to do maneuvers like they’re doing.

We spent a lot of time trying to skate backwards, well I know I did spend a lot of time trying to figure out how to. My guide to skate backwards was the movie “Ice Princess” I remember the part where she had her new skates and she was bending her knees in front of the wall. That was my only guide to be able to do it. After trying for what seems like an eternity I had managed to do it even if my knees was bent too low or my skates aren’t standing upright.

My best friend stared at me amazed when I managed to skate backwards away from her for a few meters, she tried doing it herself and struggled. I did as well but my determination helped me how to figure out what to do.

When the zamboni came out for the first time we were already out of the ice. The second time it went out we were having fun trying our best to skate backwards. When we were allowed to enter the rink again, we skated on a smooth ice and yours truly, finally skated backwards with a little less effort than when I was still struggling to do it.

I was very much exhilarated when I managed to skate backwards around the whole skating rink (with my best friend to stop me when I am going to collide with someone. Especially kids.) I helped her skate backwards and coached her on how to do it.

I was tempted, honestly speaking, to poke one of the skaters and ask how to do a backwards skate or how to do that drifting where ice sprays when you stop. But my best friend just laughed it off when I told her about poking a stranger.

Our time together inside the skating rink was filled with laughter, frustration and pain. Oh, also wet clothing. Laughter because we were frustrated because either we can’t skate properly or because we always stumble, and fall on ice. That’s where pain comes in and wet clothing. We laugh when we fall but we stand up again and again and try again to do it until we are satisfied with the outcome.

My first time on ice was when I was nine years old, I think that was because I was influenced by the Ice Princess movie that I “ordered” my mom to take me to the rink. I slipped, fell over and stood back up and did it again. I didn’t need to clutch the rails my first time on ice, I wasn’t afraid to fall. My second time was when I was eleven years old, this time I was finally able to make a turn. I also experienced a very nasty fall, I fell on my back but when I stopped skidding I was already on my front. That was a fall I am never going to forget.

And yesterday was my third time on ice, at nineteen and for a few hours I was able to do a backwards skate. Battle scars aside (aka bruises and body pains), I had fun. Not only were we celebrating my best friend’s birthday (a day late celebration) it was a bonding for us. We rarely leave my house or her house when one of us decided to visit the other and we were thinking of doing it again on December.

If we decided to do it again then I need a part time job really bad. 420 Philippine Peso is a big thing. Add another fifty for the lockers, its like you spent half a thousand peso for it. Food and transportation expenses aren’t included. My mom would kill me for spending that big money.

I’d love to have a date with my special someone on ice one day. Even if he doesn’t know how to, I will drag him to the rink and teach him if I have to. Skating is definitely a big yes for dating grounds for me right next to amusement park.

I need to sleep my body pains off until next time 🙂

-Rain

Book Madness: The 36th Manila International Book Fair

Last September 16-20 was the 36th  Manila International Book Fair held in SMX Convention Center along with Best of Anime 2015. The book fair, was five days long with all the book stores that can be found nationwide.

I went to visit the Book Fair last Saturday (September 19, 2015) because of the book signing with Christine Brae, Tarryn Fisher, and Colleen Hoover. I am very much lost when I went there, I don’t know what to do, I don’t know who to talk to. Basically, going to a war with no weapons. I was unprepared.

Until the book signing time came, I saw her, I saw Tarryn Fisher and Colleen Hoover, the people behind Never Never. I bought Colleen Hoover’s book but the slots were all taken. I feel sad, but seeing her smile and interact with a lot of readers, I am quite happy.

An opportunity opens up in my direction when one of the people who managed to snag a signing slot only has one book to get signed. I asked him if it was okay to get my book signed along with his. He said it was okay and he has a gift to give to Colleen Hoover and it was a beautiful drawing of her holding a November 9 ARC.

I have never saw myself as an opportunist but that’s what I did. From being alone coming in that event to see/have a glimpse of the person whose books I become to love, to coming home with new friends, and having an encounter I never thought happening.

That day also, I came across Joe Inoue, a Japanese Idol that’s known for his input in the Japanese anime songs. It was a day of unexpected moments and I love every minute of it.

Sunday, September 20, 2015. It was the last day of the event. I came to the venue with my best friend because of the Cocktail party of Precious Pages Corp., Preciously Precious. Where we get to meet the person who wrote those romance novels that we love to buy and read.

The place was packed we got a lot of freebies while we were inside the venue. A free makeover, free lunch, free snacks, we get to interact with a lot of writers, we get to enjoy games that the Emcees prepared. All in all it was a great experience.

There are only some things I have missed when I was there in the venue. One, meeting Kiera Cass the author of The Selection Series. Two, meeting my wattpad buddies on the mezzanine floor of the Convention Center. And Lastly, buying one book that could’ve completed the book series that I have been completing since I started collecting pocketbooks.

Last year was the start when I attended this book fair event, and now it will definitely be a yearly occurence like a birthday.

I hope to see everyone I saw this year in the next year’s Manila International Book Fair. I wouldn’t mind seeing new faces either. I’d be thrilled. 🙂

-Rain

Patience Testing Sunday

“Patience is a virtue”, This is a saying that I always chant whenever I am being picked at. I don’t want an issue to get big because I talked back because yeah it’ll get worse. But yesterday, me, my mom, my brother, my best friend,  and my best friend’s mom’s patience was put to test.

Our day started as rushing around the house getting ready for the play while my bestie and her mom waits for us to finish getting ready and then we were travelling to the venue. We didn’t have problems travelling to the venue, traffic was light and we got there just in time.

After watching the play, we ate at a fast food restaurant and went out on a walkathon. Luckily, as we approach the waiting shed there was a bus waiting for passengers,  we rode that bus and we were off. We left Ayala somewhere around 6 PM.

At 7 PM, we got stuck in a traffic jam at Guadalupe, we can see long lines of different kinds of cars, other public utility vehicles, etc. The traffic was moving slowly like a turtle, or snail. And that time the bus was still filled with other passengers.

It was also pouring outside the bus,  so we stayed,  besides we were still far from our destination. We started getting bored so, us kids (well, you know how mothers are, they baby their children even if they are adults already) we listen to music, play video games, fool around while we weren’t seatmates (me and my bestie), there was someone there that whenever I can’t control my laughter they look at me. Well it’s better to entertain yourself while you’re stuck in traffic right?

A few more hours down the road,  we almost have the bus all to ourselves. Yes, keyword is almost because there were about five to seven other passengers aside from us left there. As our boredom grew, the things we do to alleviate it increased as well. My bestie and I conversed about a group play called “The Mafia Game” she explained to me how it works and all, after that we played charades and charades to those unsuspecting people outside walking their way towards their desired destination and laughed our arses off, took selfies (well she took a lot of selfies I am just a mere photo bomber), laughed at my mom’s precious pictures when we went on an outing last summer,  chatted about our former teachers,  movies, games, TV series and a whole bunch of stuff.

Sometime at 11 PM, we decided to get off the bus and walk our way towards a place where we could ride another transportation that will bring us closer to home. We also have to look for a place where we could empty our bladders out but sad to say everywhere else is full. Full that you have to stand in line and wait for your turn to pee.

Moi bladder can’t handle that anymore. So, we kept on walking until we reached our destination and there,  behind the low railing for overpasses were a line of transportation that will take us home. My brother got over the railing first, followed by my mom then my bestie’s mom that we have to assist and of course me and my bestie came last. Then we rode a van/UV express towards our second to the last transportation.

Now, since most of the passengers were really impatient to get to their next destination they did the walkathon. Lucky for us, we all have lots of patience and we just laughed our boredom off.

We arrived at our home around 11:30-40 PM-ish (I’m not sure ‘coz I needed the bathroom break a lot so I forgot about the time thing)

The reason why there was so much traffic? A religious group decided to do a rally in that busy road. It was a hassle,  big time. But from what I heard on the news, the rally ended today. Thank goodness for that!

Feeling adventurous? Visit my country to have a taste at long traffic jams, narrow roads, beautiful beaches, scenery and a lot more. Living in this country has it’s pro’s and con’s but kind of worth it. He he

Welcome aboard!

-Rain

-Rain