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Saturday, January 21, 2006

I think I've been too bored lately. I've been given so much time to waste on wondering what life would be like if I died from a disease. Ever since I learnt that my dad's mother had breast cancer and died from it, I wondered what would happen if I was diagnosed with it too. How would I tell my friends? And if I died from it, I imagine my mum or sister calling everyone close to me on my phone number list and tell them the bad news.

What's going to happen to my stuff? Are they going to give it all away to the church? I keep telling myself to write a rough will, which I can always add to, but I never get to it. It is my business to know where my stuff goes to, and it is my business to know where I'm going to be buried (I'd prefer to get my ashes scattered).

When they hold my funeral, what music are they going to play? What clothes am I going to wear? Who will be invited? What kind of coffin would I be put in - one with soft bedding or one with soft bedding and a pillow for my head?

All this seems somewhat, pointless - when you're alive and breathing. Then again, you never know, hey?

Cheers.
PS. Maybe I should stop with the
cheers at the end. I feel as if I've grown out of signing off. It's just been a tradition of mine during the years that I've been blogging.

& turned on the lights; 01:44

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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