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Saturday, March 25, 2006

After being mocked unintentionally in Maths as a result of helping a friend with a question, I have come to the fact that I am gradually becoming sick of being treated this way in a class like this. I've had enough of being talked back at, without being looked at in the face. I've had enough of the smart ass comments being shot at me everytime I ask a simple, innocent question. I've had it all too much, and now I want to make the change.

I want to rise above those who choose to be too good for a class with me in it. I want to show them that I can be greater than what they think. I want to show them what I am capable of.

Oh, I have such great aspirations. Sometimes I tell myself I can't do it, but a small, tiny part of me knows I can.

I'm going to give them a fight. If not, I'm going for a struggle then :)

Cheers.

& turned on the lights; 17:53

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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