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Sunday, March 19, 2006

I thought that we were on a great track during yesterday's tennis match at Matraville against Tara. I thought about it so much, that in the last doubles matches on a 3-3 score, my mind went too far and we lost the match.

I felt disappointed in myself after the match. I scorned at myself for being careless in not focusing on the game. Never, ever should I take my mind off the game and onto some road of victory. However, I did enjoy myself that morning. I put up a good game. I lost my first doubles, tied my singles and then lost the next doubles.

I'd been opening my mind to many different and new occupation interests lately. Instead of keeping my mind on something I truly enjoy (as a pasttime), like photography, I have been thinking about other possible interests. Science was one of them. I wondered if I might do a good job in a science field. Maybe I could do a degree in biotechnology (seeing that I do Biology now), or some strange science thing. If I was reaaaaaally smart, I'd think about Medicine, or something in that field.

I figured I want to do something interesting. Something that would keep me at the edge of my seat in a lecture. I don't want to do something that would bore me after the second year, and then become the death of me in the last year. I want to keep interested in the subject/field for the whole period of time I study it.

This weekend's been all thoughtful and crap. I reminded myself that I am turning eighteen in less than a year's time. I wondered: what would that mean? That would mean, I would be able to walk into any liquor shop and purchase a bottle of beer after school. That would mean, I would have cigarettes right at my feet. That would mean, I can go into pubs and bars. That would mean, I am officially an adult. I think it's scary. I'll be like, like an adult.

Well, what is that supposed to mean?

Cheers.

& turned on the lights; 15:49

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.

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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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