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Friday, October 07, 2005

I just watched Flight Plan, and I thought it was all right. A little disappointed with the ending though. I'm not going to spoil anything for you, obviously. If you're looking for a movie that would surprise you in the end, this is a fairly good choice.

I wasn't going to buy the DVD in the first place. I wanted to watch the movie because Peter Sarsgaard was in it :P Oh don't give me that funny look! 'FIRST Ewan McGregor, THEN Christian Bale, AND THEN Peter Sarsgaard' Well shut up. He's got such a cool voice! (Have you heard his accent in The Skeleton Key? Obviously not!)


^ Peter Sarsgaard in The Flight Plan.

I just asked myself: Is there a film where Peter Sarsgaard doesn't play the baddie?
I shouldn't need to tell you this. I bet none of you have heard of him. *pouts*

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I spent my afternoon in the city today (technically yesterday. Friday). Mum and I went to Low Yat Plaza, this shopping centre filled with TECHNOLOGY. Oh, it was like pr0npr0npr0n EVERYWHERE! I was just so *___* Ahhhhh... It was fantastic! Plasma TVs! Cameras! Mobile phones! Computers! Laptops! Fake DVDs! Fake vid games! Fake computer programs! It had everything!

There, I bought Frank, my laptop, a brand-spanking-new battery! Woohoo! I was just so happy after that. I knew Frank and I are going to much closer friends now :) And I'll be taking good care of him from now on. Absolutely.
Anyway, on with what happened at the orgasmic Low Yat Plaza...
Mum and I decided to buy my sister Riana a digital camera. We thought she kind of deserved one. So we bought a Canon Ixus i zoom. It's just so pretty and small. Mum and I were feeling very jealous. It was just so... *_*

Unfortunately, all good things comes to an end. We left Low Yat Plaza, and went to visit the new owners of our previously owned dog, Edelweiss. Dogs are so cute.

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^ Edel. Our princess Schnauzer.


I really miss that dog. Eventhough she and I never really bonded or we were never really that close. I miss those chases we had on the red carpet around the chairs and table.

I keep using the word "miss", do you realise? It's terrible! I need to walk on and stop whining. Guh!

Well yes. After we visited dear Edel and her lovely new owners, mum and I headed off for some last minute shopping at Mid Valley. Mum spent probably half an hour buying her cosmetics rubbish (which in the end totalled up to the approximate amount of two iPod Nanos), while I sat around and messaged Judy. It was really boring! I walked around the fragrance/cosmetics section a bit and I saw Calvin Klein. I was hoping to see CK Euphoria on the shelf, but no. The man said not till December. Bummer.

We headed up to the sports shop, where we spent such a long time looking for sports gear for me to bring back to Sydney. I was so tired from trying on all the clothes. It's actually very difficult. This is why I don't like to shop.

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While my mum shopped for her cosmetics, I looked around and all the people who passed by the Estee Lauder booth. The women all wore make-up. That made me wonder: when I grow up, would I be wearing make-up whenever I go out? Honestly? I don't know. It's too difficult to find a perfect theory. However, I do believe that I could be pressured by my peers to justice. If I ever have a social life, how am I going to cope? I mean, look at me.

I'd be like, 30-years-old, in my cappucino years and go out with some friends to a bar wearing no make-up at all. HOW STRANGE WOULD THAT BE. I mean, no woman leaves the house today without make-up. Especially to the bar or during socialising times. What have we humans created? Whoever made the rule to wear make-up whenever you go out, should've thought about how the people who DON'T like these things, would feel.

Bloody cockheads.

Cheers.

PS. Is
Illinois in Texas?

& turned on the lights; 23:19

about me.

raelene. rae. roro.
eighteen years.
malaysian.
completed her final year of school at st caths, sydney.
is a musician, photographer and aspiring designer.
loves travelling, art, music, great food, clear blue skies, writing and ice-cream.
enjoys drowning in music, strumming random chords on the guitar, playing tennis,
finger-bashing it out on a game console and a bowl of curry laksa.
despises bad traffic, girls with long and fair faces with large contact-lensed eyes, bad food, mascara goop, hard pillows and hard beds.

raeville.

RAEVILLE came about some time in the year of 2001. or 2002. it's been so long that i've forgotten already.
it all started here (i doubt the link works anymore though), in a dodgy little blog page. then it moved to here. a year later, and we moved to better things, namely blogspot.

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