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Wednesday, October 05, 2005

A PUBLIC APOLOGY
to those impatient KNNs people out there, who come to visit Raeville everyday, or now and then. I haven't been able to blog because I've been either too busy trying to work out my own issues, or I just haven't been up to anything interesting. I hope all of you knew that I was working on the most fucked thing on Earth today called dial-up 28.8k/s. It's fucking horrible, if you're wondering.

So, I'm sorry. For not meeting your daily needs.

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I watched The Skeleton Key today with some friends. I'll give the film a strong 8.2 / 10 rate. The movie had such a great story that still has me thinking up to now. I thought the performances were good - Kate Hudson, Gena Rowland and Peter Sarsgaard - I really couldn't complain. Although, the film wasn't as frightening as I thought it would have been. I thought it was bearable. Or maybe I've just forgotten how horrifying the scenes with dead bodies with stitched up mouths and eyes were.

Overall, great story, good performances and oh, did I mention a fantastic story line?

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I slept over at Shaz's place last night. It was good. Besides the whole Ramadhan fasting month, which required all the Muslims in the house to wake up at 4-5 AM for supper before their next meal at 7 PM. I, myself, did not have to wake up for this. I was only stirred awake for a bit, then went to sleep. Few hours later, and I had to wake up to catch The Skeleton Key.

Yesterday, I also went shopping for my Year 10 Formal clothes. Mum had already given me her very smart jacket, and all I needed were matching pants and shirt. I have come to a conclusion from my time spent at Zara, a clothing shop for men and women. Shopping for clothes is extremely tiring. Who ever thought that clothes shopping was more tiring than taking a 30 minute walk? Obviously, I never did. Mum and I managed to pick out some favourite shirts and a nice pair of pants to go with all of them. I spent quite a large sum of money on just these items. I'm just hoping my dad will pay for them.

Other than clothes, I bought some little things for my computer, like a new optical mouse (JUDE, you can have my small mouse), a nifty earphone wrap for my iPod and some PC games. Oh, I almost forgot: I got myself a new guitar. There's something special with it, but I don't quite know how to explain it. I'm just glad I can play the songs I've been dying to play all break.

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Simple update. Nothing else to blog about, really :)

sometimes i feel like i don't have a partner
sometimes i feel like my only friend
is the city i live in, the city of angel
lonely as i am, together we cry
Cheers.






sometimes, all i want to do is just break something. i figured why people throw breakable things at walls and other hard objects. it's to break them. to break open. to break free. i wanted to throw my laptop, frank, on the floor, when i was so pissed off - with all the things running through my head and happening at that moment - i was so ready to break free. i just wanted to let go, you know. have you ever had that feeling? i've heard that it's a nice one. i'm so confused and so alone. i just want to jump off this cloud and fly through the sky. screaming. shouting. maybe even laughing. and maybe, soon after, a cloud will stand in my journey to break my fall. and maybe. it will be so comfortable.

& turned on the lights; 20:53

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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