RAEVILLE

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

More than a week ago, I submitted my application form to nominate myself as prefect. It didn't take me much time to think about whether I was doing the right thing, and whether applying really was what I wanted. I decided at the very last minute, that if I didn't nominate myself, I'd never know if I would be elected as prefect. I'd regret it for the rest of what's left of my school years (year and a few months, to be more exact) if I didn't put it in. I'd be constantly wondering, "What happened if I did put my form in, and I did get prefectship?" All those what ifs would haunt me for a very long time. So I did - I handed the form in. On time. At the right place. Filled the spaces up. The end. Now that wasn't too difficult.

Yesterday, we voted. My name stood out amongst the 50+ nominations on the election form. Of course, I nominated myself. Every vote counts, does it not? I voted for my two girls from my House, and then 8 others from elsewhere. And then, it was all over. I wondered off to class, absentmindedly while everyone was talking about who voted for who.

Today, the verdict. Between 6-8pm tonight, Mrs Stone, our headmistress will call every girl who was elected as prefect. Am I worrying? Um, a bit. I mean, who wouldn't be? I'm more anxious to know. However, I won't start to break down crying if I don't get elected.

'Sides, even if I don't get elected, I will continue to be the good person that I am at school and in the boarding house. Why should it?

Cheersssss.
(Maybe I should stop using "Cheers". It's sounds so... cheesy when I end an entry such as this. Don't you think so?)
(But, I've been using "Cheers" as my endnote for years! ... Ahh, confused.)

& turned on the lights; 13:19

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.

ps. raeville is best viewed on mozilla firefox. just because it's better :)

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