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Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Only two exams to go! I'm just so excited. I've got no exams on Thursday and Friday, so I'm out of the boarding house from tomorrow evening to Sunday night. I'm bumming out at Nomnom's place tomorrow night, and then for the rest of my long weekend I'm at my guardian's place (Remember me talking about the Azzopardi's? Nev and Ev?).

During the Maths exam, I had this incredibly strange feeling overcoming me as I started the exam on the Probability section. It was the feeling of happiness. I actually felt happy and excited while doing the Maths exam. There was something about using formulas I knew and completing little problems, that made me feel happy. I enjoyed doing it. It was so weird. I hate Maths. Alot. Yet I liked the challenge today.

They were holding yet another promotion into dream land. During my Christian Studies exam. The exam was very straight-forward and it was all about ethics. It was pretty much common-sense in ethical stuff. Don't threaten one another. Do unto others as they do unto you. That kind of mumbo jumbo. I'll pass. If my bullshit pulls through.

I think I'll pass Maths as well. I hope I do. I'd like to do well. I mean, I did for some weird reason, enjoy it. I hope I did well. I hope hope hope.

I think I've been bitten by a spider. That's right. Eight-legged creature. Creepy looking face/something. I've got four bites on my leg, which is really strange. They itch like mad. MAD. I can't stop scratching. I really thought it was a mozzie that bit me, but I never thought of mozzies flying under our sheets at night and sucking up our blood. Especially in Australia. I hardly see mozzies. People talk about spider bites as if they're no big deal.

It's funny.

Cheers.

& turned on the lights; 20:17

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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