RAEVILLE

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

I most probably will not be back at the boarding house and school till next week. I've still got spots, but all of them have died and are not flaking off, and I don't think there's much point in going back anyway. From Wednesday to Friday, all the Year 10s will be doing Community Service, which I should be doing, but some ignorant bitch thought one week of pox therapy would do it and came back to the BH to spread the love. Spread the love.

I'm really disappointed that I can't do anything now. I'm not supposed to go out. I'm not supposed to meet anyone because they're all too afraid they'll get the fucking pox. I can't go back to school yet, incase I spread the remainder of this disease. I can't go for community service, tennis training, gym training and band practice. I feel like some kind of sick patient.

I'm not sick, you see. I'm not! I'm better than you think I might be. I'm more than better. However, I've been sitting here, pigging out on movies, couches and internet, waiting for my pox to dry out. And quite honestly, I'm sick of this sickly attitude. I really wish I could go back to the gym. I feel like some obese pig now. Just sitting here. Practically doing nothing.

I sat down watching the first season of Lost yesterday. I didn't finish it, but I probably will today, seeing that I won't be going out because I've got the fucking pox. Right? Well. It's a great series. Lost. I'm enjoying it. It's interesting, frightening and mind-eboogling. Whatever that meant. It's pretty damn sad too, what with all the people's past lives.

By the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO RIANA! My sister turned 14-years-old yesterday, on the (hey what do you know!) 14th of November. We went out for dinner (yes, I actually went out) at an Italian restaurant. We had lovely profiterolls (spelling?) to top the celebration off. It was probably the only time I sang HAPPY BIRTHDAY this term, semester and probably this year.

My dear friends,
do me a favour? Go out
to St Catherine's School Waverley Australia
and hunt this person down:
RUBY RANDALL.

I'm counting on all of you :)
Cheers.
PS. She's the sodding face who gave me chicken pox. You see, it was her first time getting chicken pox, and she only left for one week, which in my medical opinion, is too short for recuberation! She should've been away for at least two weeks. She deserves to dieeeeee!!

& turned on the lights; 09:28

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.

ps. raeville is best viewed on mozilla firefox. just because it's better :)

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