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Tuesday, June 20, 2006

I've got sooooo many things to do. So many things on my mind right now. Too many. Too many for the last week at school! Let's see, tomorrow and Thursday evening is dedicated to Secondary School Music Evening which won't finish till 9.30pm. Hmm, I haven't started packing up my room before Friday (need to pack everything up because we change rooms again next term). I need to go shopping for chocolates to bring home. I need to practice my guitar part (especially that House Of The Rising Sun solo!) for the Jazz Band's performance for Wed and Thurs night. Ahh, I need to go to Bondi Junction Westfield to freeze my gym account before I leave Sydney. Gahhh I haven't even started that stream of consciousness that Ms Knorr is dying to mark. OhdearGod I have a Biology field trip report due this Thursday and I'm barely close to the "suggested" length of 20 pages!

I shouldn't even be here blogging about what's going on. I haven't had the time to call mum to talk to her about my week or, just talk to her. I haven't had any time to sit and really just relax.

End of terms are always bad. End of semesters, I have concluded, are worse.

Cheers.

i found i'm scared to know i'm always on your mind,
even the best fall down sometimes
even the wrong words seem to rhyme
out of the doubt that fills my mind
i somehow find you and i collide.

howie day- collide.

& turned on the lights; 21:31

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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