♪ Ain't no blockage high, ain't no inspiration low. ♪

Sometimes, you "JUST [gotta] DO IT" and worry about the details later. (And I ain't talking about sex and children.) Speaking of rainbow, I've recently bought this rainbow making gadget at a bookstore (Indigo). Have I mentioned I like collecting (useless) stuff? Nowadays, I visit the bookstore religiously, not to buy books nono, but to scout out the newest gadgets. Y'know, those stuff that you can find at Urban Outfitters too. BTW, I am currently writing this post in the metro. Traveling in this underground hole greatly inspires me for some reason. Sometimes, inspiration doesn't just click, but disconnects. No internet, no phone. A perfect outing to the woods aka dagwoods aka subway aka metro aka dat supermarket aka I-just-lost-you-didn't-I. I shall one day spend an entire day merry-going-around the metro. Watta life. Now that's called making the most out of your money. Next time you don't eat enough for your money's worth at the buffet, just take the metro for 8 hours. That will surely compensate. I was talking about collection, wasn't I? Right. My newly acquired solar powered rainbow making machine. Cost: 50$. Fairly small. Comes with a Swarovski crystal. Instruction: let it suck your window and it should be kicking, running and screaming, just like my autistic kiddos. The final product is a bit disappointing though. I was hoping for the crystal to shoot out rainbow like a laser gun. Instead, it spins around like a disco ball. Byproduct: mini rainbows flashing and waltzing on the wall. Another fifty bucks that I will never see again. ったく (ttaku: "damn it" in j-talk)。 Did I mention that I rarely see em rainbows? 

And Swaggy* sings: ♪ Ayyye am gonna soak up the sun. ♪ NOT
*nickname that I just came up for the crystal

You know what I just noticed? There are two parts in the word "rainbow". 1. Rain. 2. Bow. Like a bow in the rain. Bowhead moment. Perhaps I should get a rain making gadget in my living room too. Be a nice complemento.

♪ It's raining, raining. Baby come here to me. ♪ 

(I've always thought the lyrics were "come into me". Guess the whole "good girl gone bad" was but a scam.)

Talking about crystal, I've recently downloaded the first two episodes of the revamped Sailor Moon Crystal anime series. Watched it with Amy and Alice. Gaby could not bring his manly face to indulge with us, but I know he secretly loves Sailor Moon ha. In short. 

Graphic: nice. 

Sailor Moon: pretty. 

Plot: shitty. 

66%. Passed. 

Hopefully, it will get better in the future. Concerning Gaby, he wants to be showcased in this blog. However, he also previously informed me not to divulge anything about him on dis blog. He an old conflicted soul. For those of you who don't know, Gaby is my new roomie and he hobbies in calling others the N-word. "SSSup Nancy", he would say. That sums up his whole existence. I should also mention he is of Malaysian descent. Somehow, that reminds me of the movie "The Descent". Connection? Or disconnection?

じゃ (ja: "then"), I am off. Somewhere over the rainbow. Come Chaaaarlie! Chaaaarlieee