In our bedroom, after something

Infatuation. It's like an adrenaline rush, coupled with the hormonal imbalance of a 15-year-old. Endorphins endorphins endorphins Not quite euphoria, but close.

We're like giggling girls up a tree house, telling secrets, our secrets, sharing stories, making them ours. We daydream, and dream in the day. We'll see what happens next...

'We'll see...'

Look where that phrase got me.

Your house or mine

I don't really care about it anymore.

But, if that really was 'hotter than your Majorcan lover,' well then...that was the best compliment I've ever heard.

Six seasons of The L Word later, I am the queen of doing things right without a manual. Thank you, Shane McCutcheon. You are my fucking hero(ine). Please send me the combat boots you wore in season 5.

I should've kept the cardigan, now I don't want to wash my sheets.

I spend the night
I lay awake and miss you when you go
Without me.

Gaaaah!

Ra ra ra ah ah ro ma ro ma ro ma ma ga ga--i kissed a girl and i like it...

Massive alcohol consumption = god knows how many shots of sambuca/gin+tonic/schnapps resulted in a complete shutdown of moral centers. I just outslutted myself last night, at a gay club, in the corner of a gay club, then on the kitchen floor.

But of course, mother nature had to butt in, again. Severe awkwardness avoided.

I fucking love Manchester.

Wish List

The Filipino-American Kitchen: Traditional Recipes, Contemporary Flavors
(found on Amazon)

Mutants: on the Form, Varieties, and Errors of the Human Body by Armand Leroi

The Blind Watchmaker by Richard Dawkins

Moleskine notebook

Moleskine planner/diary

Blank ink for my fountain pen

Of massacre, and my present lack of interest

Maguindanao massare, 50+ people murdered, amongst them were journalists and future leaders cut short of their path to either vileness or righteousness.

Go Philippines! Not even Pacman's win could eclipse the loss of lives.

Anyway, I wish I had enough money to invite every--single--self--centered--Filipino--politician, that's all of them, to a massive party on a ship, send that ship into the Pacific, then order Russian nuclear warheads to bomb the shit out of them. Problem solved.

Almost forgot, the Catholic Archbishop of the Philippines et al are also invited. Same goes to the incompetent generals who got their stars by sleeping with whoever gives them out.

Then I'll invade the country with my own army of bulletproof ninjas and declare myself dictator.

Lucio Tan, I'm looking at you for funding.

thanks

8 bottles of wine and an amazing dinner later, my dear non-readers, I am gonna shit right now.

Cheers!

Oh great, culture

My brother is posting rehearsal videos of his band while it is 10 to 2 in England and I am going through a list of wines none of which I have ever tasted and am contemplating spending £50 on 8 bottles of wine that may or may not take the approval of 12 guests coming over for Thanksgiving dinner which Beth and I are going to prepare with the zeal of 40-year-old mothers.

And I just ate 3 pieces of toast.

Despite the warrant of arrest, I had a conversation with you

I was lucky to have found you, sitting in a newly renovated hallway for your lunch duty, annoyed by the

continuous stream of students with a complete disregard for authority. In the corner of my eye, your dark hair

was unmistakeable. You haven't had a haircut since we last met, have you ?

So I turned right, and by the grace of something, you turned towards me, which made me realize that my

infinitesimal myopia, is indeed, a handicap, for I couldn't see how your facial muscles stretched for the smile,

for the call of my name. But I quickened my pace. You stood up for a hug, which I gladly gave, and you gladly

returned, while squeezing my right hand.

fk yeh

No-shave november

Not a follower but umm...

Last night, I dreamt about having the largest wild fucking bush in EXISTENCE. And in my dream, I even KNEW that I had shaved the day before. I telly you, this bush was so thick full I could've donated it to wig-makers.

Needless to say, I woke up sweating literally tore my pj's off to see if reforestation can really occur so quickly.

Whew...

I smile like an idiot

I smile like an idiot while telling myself to stop thinking about her.

Like it's an inside joke I have with myself.

If there were a 3rd me, she would be in schadenfreude heaven.

UV rays don't sound so bad right now

Considering how I haven't seen a full round sun in the past 2 days, and dusk set in before 17.00.

I summon thee, oh dear Spring, that I may walk about the 4 nations.

I summon thee, oh darling Summer, that I may trek around the main continent, and perhaps tap some ass in the process.

I lied and didn't lie about being confused

Finally I confessed, to you, my dear Scandinavian, about what I have pretended not to be upon arrival in this country, about what I have intended to do but did not upon arrival in this country.

That, I say, is perfectly clear. I lied about that.

But I also say that I wish I had studied their culture more. Invitations? Sleepovers? Drunken sleepovers? Question question question...why why why...arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder, christmas.

I say it was alcohol. The confusion is no longer a problem.

Manchester Uni used to be the poorest slum in the world during the Industrial Revolution

It still is.

Couscous, rice, bread, butter, vegetables, and beans for the rest of my life.

Either I'm overanalysing or you're having fun with this

So maybe you've got me all figured out, but playing games is out of my comfort zone, especially when it's a game I'm bound to lose

Consequences of learning sex from pornography

1. We left 2 hours after convening

It was an indie club, on a Wednesday night, where they play popular indie music, all supposedly unsigned, with a great distaste for Lilly Allen's support of record companies. Their Myspace pages are all over Facebook.

But I think Myspace is a record label for the poor, where art struggles to outshine ten million stars continuously pulsing with extreme-angle high-contrast mirror-shots with lens flare for good measure.

Dancing to unknown tunes is harder than it looks, realising that I know nothing about this country while dancing to its music is even harder, and the three vodka lemonades aren't doing the job, the one in my hand now is only making the floor slick, already slick from years of drunk students wasting their precious beverages to decreased motor function.

2. I'm glad I didnt forget your name

There were eight of us, in one big circle, shaking and jerking to drumbeats and synth riffs, pulsing like an uncoordinated volvox coenibum in the canal of a high-mount slide. Maybe I was actually drunk, but my psychological tolerance has gotten so high from a week of 200 proof alcohol diet, but I felt like we should've been in Chris Brown's Forever video.
This could be an entry to fmylife. Today, I had my first kiss in an indie club, with a guy I met that same night. I just lost my virginity to him. FML

I hope they wiped the kitchen table before eating that pizza.

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FICTION ALERT

Note to self when taking an Australian home

Just have a spare condom lying around in your room.

"The US government sucks x 1 billion"

Yes it does.

But I swear on my activist ass it WILL happen, or I'll buy you guys a house in Canada.

fml

I wish September were here so I can start to REALLY LOOK FORWARD to LEAVING.

I won't see you in Xmas, mom.
Or Easter Break.
Or summer.

Day 8/365

8/365
Originally uploaded by purrryfection

England England England England!!! Too bad Manchester isn't on the map.
(You too Scotland, I love you too !)

Day 6-7/365

Day 6/365


Day 7/365

Day 5/365 : Je vous aime, mon pauvre ange

I write letters from time to time, for the sake of writing letters. Malhereusement, ces lettres ne verraient jamais le noir d'une boîte aux lettres.

Day 4/365 : I can't cook shit

Day 3/365 : Rolling down...

Day 2/365 : Tech Sex

Day 1/365 : Harajuku

One day I'm gonna frame your left hip

Oh yes I will.

Impulsive crying

Technically, not impulsive. Just when I think about certain people.

Shit.

I had a good picture

Which one?

I finally got a shot

I finally shot him...

Upon seeing this (live), my 13-yr-0ld brother said "Americans have TOO MUCH freedom."

*chuckle*

Capitalism is what?!

"Capitalism is not only the most efficient and productive system, it is also the most just system with the greatest benefit for all people."--some person who wrote an article on Helium.

http://www.helium.com/debates/111700-should-us-workers-be-guaranteed-more-vacation-time/side_by_side?page=6

Right column, last line.

Anyway, umm...nigga what?

I respectfully digress, thank you. I've been influenced enough by left-leaning Social Science professors to believe that bullshit. GDP growth ≠ a nation's well-being. That's all. Merci, danke, thank you, tack.

Adam and the Queen

So...has Queen asked Adam Lambert to be their frontman already?

I doubt it, but Adam could easily be the next freaking Freddie Mercury, if not better.

Now now, I wonder what Idol producers are gonna do for next year. There won't be a next Adam who will invigorate a cash-cow that's drier than a hyena's bleached femur in the African savannah.

BooooO!

Idol just lost alllll credibility.

Boooo...congrats Kris Allen. You now have a $1M contract for one single that you can't even sing properly lol.

le french is le pissed at me for spoiling her again

So apparently this is the third time.

1) Jenny's death on The L Word.

2) Kumar leaving House.

3) Bella and Edward getting back together.

Oooook...seriously. The last one. That's obvious, it's a given. Ugh. Grr.

redial for glambert

i can sing the dial tones for 1 866 43657 05.

therefore i have no life. but even in that regard, i still found kris allen to be boring.

Norgay and Terminators

So, I'm not the only one pissed at Norgay winning the 2009 ESC.

I was rooting for Estonia, or Iceland at least.

But Norgay?! Come on!

Anyway, more reason to get pissed on a beautiful Sunday morning (I'm not religious, I just like this particular Sunday Morning because the clouds are out and it hasn't reached 30C yet) is the fact that Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles will not be renewed for a 3rd season in the fall, but Dollhouse is.

Come on! Terminator is one of the biggest franchises in the world. We sit through drivel like T3, and then comes this wonderful series, and Fox takes it away because they put it on the slots with the kiss of death, first on Monday primetime, and then on Friday primetime. Put it on a Wednesday and you will see ratings soar like crazy. No one freaking watches on a Monday, first 'cause of football, and second 'cause teenagers are cramming on homework. No one freaking watches on a Friday night because, well, most normal people who would otherwise be drooling over Summer Glau are out somewhere away from the tube, you know...having a normal life.

So, GRRRR...Fox just went 4400 on me. Goddammit, I want my Summer Glau! Eliza Dushku is not enough.

...did I mention that I'm a TV whore?

The first in months

Tonight, t.A.T.u. performed at this year's Eurovision opening ceremony in Moscow. They lipsynced, awkwardly and with mistakes, their 2003 ESC entry, Ne Ver Ne Boisya Ne Prosi.

Imho, they were SHYTE.

But I want their clothes.

Despite the warrant of arrest, I had a conversation with you

I was lucky to have found you, sitting in a newly renovated hallway for your lunch duty, annoyed by the continuous stream of students with a complete disregard for authority. Out of the corner of my eye, your dark hair was unmistakeable. You haven't had a haircut since we last met, have you ?

So I turned right, and by the grace of something, you turned towards me, which made me realize that my infinitesimal myopia, is indeed, a handicap, for I couldn't see how your facial muscles stretched for the smile, for the call of my name. But I quickened my pace. You stood up for a hug, which I gladly gave, and you gladly returned, while squeezing my right hand.

You need filth

The dog and the Flask

de Charles Baudelaire

«--My beautiful dog, by good dog, my dear doggie, come over and have a sniff of this excellent perfume, bought from the best perfumer in the city. And the dog, wagging its tail, which, I believe, in these poor beasts corresponds to laughter and smiles, approaches and curiously places its moist nose on the open flask; then, fearfully recoiling all of a sudden, he barks at me, in a reproaching manner.

«--Oh! Miserable dog, if I had offered you a bag of excrement, you would have sniffed it with delight and perhaps, even devoured it. Thus you, unworthy companion of my sad life, you resemble the world, to which one must never present the delicate perfumes that exasperate it, but rather carefully chosen filth.»

So what has changed between Baudelaire's time and ours?

The weaponry.

His inner lesbian family has a voice

OMG *squeeeeeeeal* Jenny is soooo hawt *squeeeeeal*

My inner lesbian finally has a voice! haha people would disown me if they saw me write that. That was my thought just now. But fuck them lol

I've been watching too many sappy romances lately, so please bear with me

My cardiac muscles are pumping
Like an overworked steamship
Waiting for its last voyage
In an English coast, tasting the
Coal covered brine of dead
Marine life and lost shoes.

Dialed your home again, except for
The final number, hoping that
An interruption will take place
Before I hit 9, a lousy excuse
For a silly fear of conversation.

Press 9, now press talk, but
Ten sewing machines crisscross
My fingers with stitches, my guitar
Strings for threads, composing
Ballads across my skin.

Unfold my macbook, and you're
There, listening to the news
You tell me about the weather
And how you're listening to
the winds, waiting for her.

Run by my house and grab my pussy!

Find out who your real friends are.

Anime : Noir

I finally finished Noir. 26 episodes of pure art, of human relationships laced with truths and ironies, polished with blades and bullets.

Noir is about two female assassins, one an amnesiac, and the other still bearing the scars of her murdered parents. Calling themselves "Noir," they battle powerful elements only known as The Soldats to find out who they really are.

What I really loved about movie is the fact that the leads are TWO females, and they're assassins, and they kick major ass (and it's set mainly in Paris, so that's a perk too). The story is just as dark as the title, but it ended with that fuzzy warm feeling that I rarely feel nowadays. Well shyte. This isn't a review.

Next order of business, ULTRAMAN!

Edit: Ok, I still have that fuzzy warm feeling. Darn lesbian undertones. It was like watching Gabby and Xena all over again.

Mireille,

I have a very bad premonition, that's why I'm writing you this
letter. At that time Chloe told me that Soldats is my home. I may
never be able to see you again. There is another me --- I can feel it.

It's alright for you to kill me. But, if at that time, I don't have
enough time for my last words --- I can't bear the thought of that. I
have something I must tell you.

Mireille, I was alone. Always alone. I never had anyone. It was
terrifying and painful.

But I wasn't alone when I found out that ``Noir'' was a name for two.
That was, of course, shocking, but I felt a small happiness in my
heart. You were there for me. Mireille, I was happy that you were
there. I was happy. Truly, truly.

Mireille, whom I cherish.

I can't find the right words.
Thank you, Mireille.
Thank you.

Mireille, whom I cherish is "Daisuki na Mireille" in Japanese. Now...I've read somewhere that "daisuki" is closer to the verb "love" than the verb "like," and couples in Japan regularly use this endearment.

SO, I am convinced about the sapphic subtext. ;-)

There was one scene where Chloe kisses Kirika, full-on yeah, and Kirika doesn't react. Oh, and Chloe hugs Kirika, full-on yeah, while they were bathing in some nasty pond for Altena's ritual, again Kirika doesn't react.

I wish I had a screenshot, but the gods of copyright prohibit me from legally capturing one. So, oh well.

I love, love, love this series. I love it more than Fushigi Yuugi. I think it's the feminist attitude. :P

HAHA

Aaand this is how filipinos react to heroes. :D

Manny Pacquiao VS Ricky Hatton (LIVE) May 2, 2009 Las Vegas, Nevada

Teh winz.

PACMAN WIN

So this was my night (so far).

21:00 - a few minutes ago : watch boring boxing matches, waiting for Manny Pacquaio vs Ricky Hatton

A few minutes ago - a few minutes ago : bam bam bam bam, down, bam bam bam, down, bell.

BAM BAM BAM LEFT JAB + right jab + left hook + RIGHT HOOK. Bitch down. Hitman misses mark by 10 miles. PACMAN WIN. Round 2, 2:59

DUDE! That was so ANTICLIMACTIC. Hahahahahahahaha!

I wanted BLOOD, flying teeth, bursting eyelides, projectile flesh, acidic spit, dislocated jaws!

Oh hey. I'll officially be a freshman again

So yesterday I ended my freshman year as an FSU student.

Ended my life as an FSU student, actually.

It was the most unfulfilling crap I have ever done.

Sorry.

Plus all these damn budget cuts.

Thank god I'm going to Manchester.

Swinging Manchester

From my teacher crush, on Facebook.

Rosel & --------, Thanks so much for the black sheep soap & the card. It was great to get to know both of you this semester. ---------, I'll be in touch about poems. Rosel, I want to hear all about swinging Manchester. In the words of Borat, I like you!

Someone died from joy this morning.

New Chuck Palahniuk Book! and Bacon Flu

New Chuck Palahniuk book (the genius who gave us Fightclub).

http://bit.ly/127zGs

Pygmy, coming 5 May 09

Last night, I was at a poetry/short story reading at a very seedy looking warehouse-turned-bar place, and one of the readers had a bit of a cold, thus, her voice was thick with not a handful of throat-clearing here and there.

"IT'S HERE! BACON FLU!"

Poor girl.

Oh, and I almost killed my friend, again. I blame Bertha, my GPS navigator. She really takes her time when tracking satellites, and refused to adhere to the windshield. I called it quits with Bertha last night, and added "GPS Navigator" to my list of things to buy before heading for England. I'm going to need a very handy one anyway.

Oh wait, an iPhone can do that. Ha!

According to a NY Times article, which I do not have the energy to find right now, the first confirmed bacon flu death in the USA is here. Sadly, it is becoming more and more evident that a zombie outbreak is far from the horizon. My apocalypse readiness kit shall have to wait another day. Did you know, a few weeks ago my mother bought a box of green tea, nothing special, except it's a box that could last a nuclear fallout. She also happens to love spam, and our pantry and cupboards have stacked to the ceiling with it, sardines, garbanzos, chicken noodle soup, campbell cream of mushroom/asparagus, boyardee spaghetti, cans and cans of diet coke (actually we ran out of diet coke 2 days ago so I ahve to pick some up on my way back from my upcoming French exam), Arizona sweet tea, and A&W rootbeer.

Now, all we need is a fallout shelter

minus the deluded happy family.

Still no zombies!

View H1N1 Swine Flu in a larger map

The first pandemic we've had in half a decade and STILL NO ZOMBIES?!

Btw, people, it's freaking treatable, as long as you tell your doctor that you've been having flu-like symptoms. This isn't SARS (Severe Asian Racism Sydrome) or Bird Flu. Gawd you guys. I've seen people going vegetarian 'cause of this shit. :rolleyes: Seriously, viruses don't cope very well with heat, especially flu viruses. That's why your vagus nerve stimulates your hypothalamus to increase your temperature when there are foreign bodies hanging around, it also stimulates other things critical for an inflammatory response.

This isn't the freaking Ebola or West Nile, or Spanish Flu or the Plague (yes, the plague still exists, and not just in level infinity military bases).

Manchester! not London!

It's funny how my mother tells people (specifically relatives in the Philippines) that I'm leaving for London.

Probably because Manchester is not as popular.

But I'm going to Manchester ! Manchester ! Whose football club beat the crap out of someonethis weekend ? Heh...

Film : Osama

A pre-pubescent girl has her hair cut off by her widowed mother, her body wrapped in a gallabiya, and is sent into the streets of a newly liberated Afghanistan as a boy. The first film from a post-Taliban Afghanistan, guaranteed to leave you feeling queasy and nauseous from its gripping rawness with a backdrop of beautiful snow-capped Afghan mountains.

In the news : New Afghan law to allow marital rape and other Taliban-like feminine restrictions.

Now, I always like to view things in light of cultural relativism, but rape is rape, and this is certainly not protecting women from men other than their husband.

Yay!

Yay! I finished translating Alizée's "Mes Courants Electriques," so now I can finally move on to Psychédélices, then Najoua Belyzel.

o.O

Exam week. Please end now!

Film : Pan's Labyrinth

El laberinto del fauno

Pan's Labyrinth

Best film I've seen in a while, and I watch a lot of films.

Actually I've been putting it off since it came out, so shame on me.

Umm, I don't know what to say other than I am still awed by its depth. Can fantasy save us from authoritarian oppression ? It's like a fairy tale for adults and children. Take it at face value and you'll be viewing something Walt Disney would've conceived but never put to parchment. But what's the point in that ? I say we take the magic chalk and draw a door into the labyrinth.

Moral I got from it ? Everything that politicians tell us, left, right, and center, they're all fantasies. We create our fantasy from their words, then create more fantasies to escape the reality of impossibility. Pan's Labyrinth is ultimately a politically charged film. It could be a criticism of Marxism, an insinuation that any form of Marxist rebellion is bound to be useless, just like Ophelia's fantasies did not save her from bodily death. Or it could be a criticism of how useless and disenchanted we all are with our hi-def tv's and 24/7 broadbad internet, how oblivious we are of our lack of authority over so many things.

I take that back. I'll take it at face value as it's so much more enjoyable that way. :P

Charlie horse be gone !

Rosel, next time, stretch for at least 15 minutes before jogging for 3 miles straight. Thank you.

And make sure the stretches are actually good stretches, you know, pilates-ish stretches. Stretch those damn calves dammit, and those thighs too. And warm-up considerably before attempting to do a 5k. It's really unhealthy. Now you have severe tenderness in both your legs, and your thigh muscles are as hard as rocks, in a bad way.

And for the love of everything beautiful, start studying!

Thank you !

--your soul

Charlie Horse

So my leg started to hurt this morning. It might have been due to my stepping on a storm sewer thing, but due to rage and adrenaline I felt nothing.

And now, while I'm typing, I've got a fucking HUGE charlie horse going on with my right leg. Oh god I can see the damn thing quiver every time I move the leg, and I need to reach the remote!

(I need to study)

SO MAD

I never thought I would be pissed off on something that occurred on the Internet.

I must be honest with you. This is perhaps our last chance to organize a North American fan meeting. And you're not going to get many guests with the location you've chosen.

[insert list of non-attendees]

Where were you when we were brainstorming locations? Where were you when we were polling for the first time? Where were you when we were doing a final poll? Did you speak up? Did you even spread the word? I begged and pleaded for everyone to spread the word, and you didn't. Yes, I'm referring to All My Love from tatu[dot]ru, who has a very popular tatu website called allmylove.org, who has more tATu connections than I do, who has more free time than I do. Did you even spread the word? No, you specifically told me that you will "advertise" when we have decided on a location. AND we did, democratically do.

You didn't even bother.

And now, TWO MONTHS later, when everything has been decided except for what brand of cheap vodka we are buying, you complain about how "none of your closest internet friends are going to be there so you're not going" even though you live an hour away from NOLA. And you're telling me this is my (our fault). I kept the threads alive even when no one was replying. I made up time I don't have to type out everything, to create the threads, to tell people. Where were you? Hein? Where were you?

And now you, All My Love, are creating a different Fan Meet. Good for you ! And Good luck. I hope the people who promise to show up actually show up.

Running 3 miles straight is such a stress reliever.

Almost over

My life as a student in a shitty American University that is about to cut 21, yes, you read that correctly, 21 degrees along with ALL their offered courses, is about to come to a close.

My only regret is that I should've ended it with flying colors instead of the fuck-faced grades I'm gonna be spewing out.

predictions

French : B-

Orgo : C-

Intro neurosci : B-

Genetics : C+

Global Lit : A++++

So, that's pretty much shit. Bye GPA.

And if for some reason the Royaume Uni decides that I do not deserve a student visa, then I am fucking screwed.

Screwed I tell you, S-C-R-E-W-E-D.

Call from Manchester

I got the call this afternoon ! Wahoo !

Who's going to Manchester ?

Who's going to live in England for 3 years ?

Who's attending University of Manchester ?

Who's moving to Europe ?!!!

Uhuh, uhuh...that's right, yeah girl that's right.

Oh, who's going to be an American citizen soon ?

AND moving to Europe ?

Yeh mate, I get the best of both worlds...oh yes, yes, yes yes yes yes

I GO IN SEPTEMBER.

Sorry, I'm so incoherent.

insomnia and gummy bears

So last night, I went to bed at 4h30, with the intention waking up at 6. I never heard the alarm clock. What woke me up was the neighbor's lawnmower.

Damn you insomnia.

espresso espresso espresso

storm storm storm

a storm is brewing

at 2AM last night, I jogged for around an hour on the treadmill, intending to jumpstart my diet which was supposed to commence today. i say "supposed to commence" because :

ma prof m'a donnée deux paquets de gummy bears. comment dit-on «gummy bears» en france ?

i got 2 packs of gummy bears from my french teacher.

so, diet will not commence today.

le sigh...

Ok, back to the question of comment appelle-t-on gummy bears en france.

upon googling, this is what i got :

Juust kidding...je vous plaisante.

so, after consulting mon amie parisienne, she says they just call it 'nounours,' the childish word for bears, or 'des Haribos' (the company is Haribo). officially, Haribo calls it 'ours d'or' (golden bears) but nobody really says that. so voilà, je suis un funny bear, un funny funny funny funny bear.

Update : I left my gummy bears in ze car. And zey melted into gooey poopy shit. :(

Film : The Secret

I can't believe this went direct-to-dvd. It's good fodder for while doing orgo homework, but I would've thoroughly enjoyed it just the same if I were to watch it with kettle corn and spiked soda. Olivia Thirby was especially amazing. I have a new celebrity crush.

Mad

I'm mad. I can't import my tabulas blog. Oh vell. Hello world. Here begins another whim. Sigh...

Currently watching : The English Patient starring Juliette Binoche and Ralph Fiennes.