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Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Sorrysorrysorry for not updating Raeville. I recently returned from Music Camp, which ran from Sunday to Tuesday. Nommy and I went, and boy did we have some fun.


Music Camp was all right, I suppose. Nom reckoned it was way better than school, as she said it was soooo boring and completely pointless. I had to go for Jazz Band practice for the upcoming Family Evening on the 2nd of December. Most of the time I found myself sitting on my bed listening to podcasts and fiddling with my guitar.


I fiddled with my guitar so much to the point where I just couldn't hold onto a simple C chord properly. My fingers were literally suffering. The skin on the tips of my fingers were peeling off and my left hand kept going into locks. It really hurt, but I kept playing. I think music camp has really opened up my musical interest into a broader perspective. I was thinking about music and my interests that lie in the field, and I realised that I really enjoyed playing music. I really did. I'm even considering starting the alto saxaphone again.

Jude had to leave us on Tuesday morning, for reasons I will not mention because I know how much it means to her and I just don't want to fsck it up. So I won't see her till next year. I miss her so much. Too much. I just cried when I came back from camp and saw her room all packed up and empty. I sneaked a blog entry on Jude's blog. Heads up for "Dear Jude".

I have learnt to accept people for who they are, and to find good in them. When Jude cut her hair, I felt quite unhappy. Mainly because she didn't look good in a guy's haircut. But then I realised, I shouldn't look at negative points. I should look at good points! And so, I thought, 'If she looks like that, then I wouldn't look twice as ridiculous wearing guy clothes.' Obviously, to match her haircut she would have to wear guys clothes, right?

I might have been too hooked on that Follow Your Heart book that Jude borrowed/lent to me.

I think this entry has been too chin chai bo cha, so I'm going to stop now and continue reading my book.

Cheers.

& turned on the lights; 19:24

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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