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Saturday, October 22, 2005

The Year 10 Formal is right around the corner, and I'm pretty damn worried about how I'm going.

I've got my formal outfit. I've got my facial organised...

I don't have my formal shoes. I don't have my pants altered yet. I don't have my hair appointment organised... HAIR. That's the most important issue that I am still pondering about. I don't know how I want to do my hair. And there doesn't seem to be anyone who can really give me good suggestions, which I can take into account of. They all tell me to cut my hair and spike it up. I'm sorry, but mum thinks I'm turning into a lesbian, with my short hair and clothing styles - what the fuck should I do then? I'm really confused! I don't know what to do! My friends tell me I shouldn't be bothered by my mum's comments, but just cut my hair and spike it up. But I really don't want to look like a butch! I don't want to be misunderstood either!

People really shouldn't stereotype people. I know I do, and I'm a hypocrite at saying this. But I'm right. People should not stereotype people into categories. You know. Just because I dress like a computer guy geek; play video games instead of shopping, gossing and choosing which bikini I should buy for summer; have short hair; and all that jazz - it doesn't mean that I'm a guy. It doesn't mean that I'm interested in humans of my own sex either! I mean, how would you know? Right? You can't just judge a book by its cover, right?

I really wish my mum didn't see me as someone trying to transform into a guy, but just an individual with different likes to others.

I'm deciding whether I should cut my hair or not. If I cut it, I need to make sure that it will grow back exactly the same way as it was in length and in style, by the time I go back home for the summer break. If I don't cut it, I'm going to have to figure out what the fuck I should do with my hair.

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Neville and Ev made such an Australian breakfast this morning. Eggs and bacon on the barbie. With some dimsims. Fusion, baby.

After breakfast, they took Ri and I out to Bondi Junction Westfield to shop for an hour. Riana needed to get some things for herself and some friends. I needed to look for some shoes. We were very, very close to actually purchasing the Nintendo DS today from JB Hi-Fi, but I stressed the idea of mum and dad slaughtering us as a result. The DS was only, to my surprise, AUD$ 193, including the latest Nintendogs game. I thought that was very cheap! However, I didn't know what the EXACT price of the DS was back home in KL. So I told Riana that we should keep it cool, and wait. We had the money and all, but I just couldn't do it.

After dropping Ri back off at the boarding house, we went to this one year old's birthday party down at Parsley Park (I think that's what it was called!). It was Nev and Ev's friend's daughter's birthday. They said it was an excuse for the adults to get together and drink. It was quite fun. Besides me having to stand around like wotttt??/?A?/s/?, I was taught how to kick a footie ball properly by Neville. I could actually kick the bloody deformed oval ball! I was rather proud of myself :) Other than my footie successes, there was good finger food and everyone was so nice. I counted nine toddlers at the party.

For dinner, we went out to Bronte beach to have chish and fips. Fish and chips, of course. That's just what Ev calls them :) . We bought our dinners from a small little restaurant by the beach, and we brought them out to the pavement right after the sand bit of the beach.

It was the SHOPS, the ROAD, the PARK, US, the SAND and the SEA. And God, was it a beautiful feeling. Just sitting by the beach, listening to the waves crashing just before it reaches the beach's sandy shores. Watching the waves, rolls of white flurry moving towards the shore. It was breathtaking and incredibly relaxing. After that, we headed to Bondi to buy some ice-cream, but gave up after 15 minutes of looking for a carpark. We headed back to home, washed up and headed up to the study room, where we put on Hide And Seek to watch. Great story, that one. Not the best, but great. I was quite confused at first, but it was all good!

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This weekend. This long weekend. It's been so long. It's great! I'm loving it! I've been out since Wednesday night, and man, things have been great. I was, secretly, at Nomnom's place for Wednesday night, and from then on I was with Neville and Evelyn, who are just such lovely people. They're just so welcoming, and such down to earth people. I really wish I could stay here for much longer, but all good things come to an end. And that end is tomorrow evening, 8pm. Boohoo.

it's days like these
that would make us happy

Cheers.

& turned on the lights; 23:26

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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