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Saturday, October 15, 2005

I hate my weak memory. I hate hate hate it. It's my largest fault. Disadvantage. I really wonder sometimes, why do I keep forgetting things? And whether I was born with it, or it just suddenly came. It's so weird. You know. One minute I could be on the phone with someone discussing our day, and the minute I put down that phone, I forget everything. Like a goldfish with a 2 second span memory.

Last night, just before Jude and I hit the sheets, there were these extremely drunk boys outside our school campus shouting and crashing bottles around. I thought it was nothing, so I just got into bed and said goodnight. I was wrong. It wasn't nothing. The boys began to swear and call out to us. They chanted, "BOAAARRRRDERS, BOAAAARRRDERS, BOAAAARRRDDERS!! ..." And they kept going and going. I just couldn't get a hold of myself. I pretty much lost it. I couldn't sleep after that. Their chanting kept ringing in my head. I kept waking up from nightmares, where I found myself sweating alot. I probably shut down at around 4.30am.

Six hours later, I am awaken by the already-ready Kathy (a new boarder from Korea), who was waiting for me. We were going to go to Bondi Junction, and part ways. She had a BBQ to get to, and I had a whole afternoon to waste outside of the boarding house. I had a quick breakfast at a cafe called Bellagio, just up the road from the boarding house. My cousin, Christopher Wong and his family came to pick me up just half an hour later to take me to lunch. Thank God I knew he was around. I spent the afternoon with him, his wife and their 3 month old baby girl, Alicia. She's so cute.

Anyway. I did some studying. I'm still very unhappy and angry with myself. I've been slacking all night. I only covered one Science topic. Absolutely pathetic. I should shoot myself for not doing more. I'm really disappointed in myself. One day, I could be incredibly motivated to do all the best and to study so very hard. The next day, I would've forgotten it all. It's my memory. It's terrible. I wish I could just, sit down and read notes and remember it all at the end of the day. Heck, week.

I'm beginning to feel motivated now. I think I'll go do some Science and Maths before I hit the sheets. I want to get some sleep. Tomorrow, I study harder.

Monday
English, Science

save tonight
and fight the break of dawn

Cheers.

& turned on the lights; 22:00

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.

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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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