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Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Here's a bit of a rambly/recounty post.

Monday was one of the longest days I have ever had to live through. It felt like it really wasn't going to end. First of all, I hadn't had enough sleep the night before and I played tennis from 8 to 10 in the morning. After that, I loaded myself up like a pig with a local breakfast, thosai and chapati with an assortment of curries, and a french toast brekkie at Marmalade after that. During these events, Carol, mum's friend hung out with us. Upon discussing what to do next at Marmalade, Carol decided to take Ri and I to get our haircuts at her salon and get them done by her stylist, Eugene at A Cut Above.

We went home for a while after that very long and filling breakfast. I had planned to fall asleep on my bed and then curl my doona around me as a result of being cold from the fan, when I realised Lost S02E22 was finally complete! Instead of taking the nap I needed very much, I watched the newly downloaded episode of Lost. Shortly after that, we went straight to A Cut Above. I had remembered mum saying, a very long time ago, that the hairdressers at this salon were amateurs who "were still learning how to cut hair". It's one of those memories you remember, no matter how irrelevant it actually is.


I trusted Eugene to do whatever he felt was best for me. I don't look much different if I haven't styled my hair up. I look different in actual fact. Or maybe that's just me. After our haircuts, we spent the rest of the afternoon, evening and night at Carol's place. We played endless games of pool, listened to the soulful music of Carlos Santana, ate Heavenly chocolate, drank an overdose of softdrinks and had a very, very healthy, cow-ish dinner. It was simply fun, yet very very tiring. Going to bed was like a dream in itself.

Oh, it didn't stop there though. I woke up at 9 in the morning to the call of my cousin, Ji-Shen, who was going to town with me. I didn't get out of bed till about 10. I have learnt from my cousin that it is simple to get around KL. I spent 200 ringgit at Low Yat Plaza, KL's IT hub. I bought myself a very handy and cheap 1GB flash drive, a 256MB CF Memory card (extra memory for my camera, which I will bring to Italy) and some DVDs. After Low Yat, we hopped on the KL Monorail (my first ever time!) and went to Petaling Street, the Thai's Chatuchak market of Malaysia. For what felt like a whole week, I searched for the perfect, bargained price and good quality Germany soccer jersey. Gegege I finally own a jersey of my own. I like bargaining. It's so much fun!

I spent the rest of the afternoon with friends from AISM. We watched a very frightening, yet stupid movie Stay Alive. I was really shitting in my pants. I swear I will never touch Fatal Frame, Resident Evil or Silent Hill EVER!!! Shaza practically teared! Anyway. Ahem. Came back home after that for dins.

On Sunday, we had lunch with dad's family, our cousins. My youngest cousin, Ji-Han is leaving home to study in Geelong Grammar with Ji-Shen. He's starting this following term. Oh, my little cousin is growing up *sob* ... I introduced him to Singstar and helped stretch his vocals to greater limits. Poor boy's voice is breaking broken!

After that, I went to meet up with some old primary school mates. It was some sort of small reunion, and it was great. It was fantastic to see the faces of my past classmates today. I did so much catching up with everyone.

I'm off to Italy in less than 24 hours now. Ohh how I can't wait! I'm impatiently waiting to go and I haven't even started packing my bag! Hell, I haven't even unpacked my suitcase from the flight from Sydney!! That's how not bothered I am when it comes to packing. I'll do it tomorrow. Sure.

If I don't update tomorrow (maybe because I'm too busy packing, or some lame excuse like that), then this will be goodbye for the next 10 days. Unless I find some internet access somewhere, where I can quickly update you on my trip.

Cheers.
PS. When you feel down, or as if you'd just fallen down, what do you do? ... I listen to J-rock music. God bless
the pillows, ELLEGARDEN and AKFG ♥. Let's burn sad music together.

& turned on the lights; 01:13

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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