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Sunday, September 03, 2006

Ugh. Spring. I don't like Spring very much. "But it's lovely! The weather is absolutely gorgeous!" Hmph. I don't like it very much. I don't like the heat.

I'm going to miss winter, as strange as that may sound. I'll miss curling up in bed from some kind of frostbite, wrapping my numb, blue hands around a mug of hot chocolate, wearing layers upon layers in order to keep myself warm... Winter does this to me. Now I need time to settle back into my shirts. Goodbye sweaters. Goodbye knee-length socks. Goodbye hot chocolate on cold, winter nights.

The Spring Fair at school had come and gone (sob just like winter). The day was filled with stalls selling stuffs from cakes to alcohol (only for adults) to heatbags, performances by the many bands at school, tours around the campus, pony rides, face painting and giant balloon castles. The weather - well, it was perfect many had said. I, of course, didn't really agree because 1) I don't appreciate hot weather and 2) I had to wear stockings during my performances later in the day.

Nevertheless, it was a fun day. I spent most of the time wandering around with SALLY ;) and I kept moving in and out of the boarding house, always practicing my guitar solo for the Jazz band performance, which turned out very very good! We performed Birdland and House of the Rising Sun (Again!!), both very heavy parts for the guitars. I had my guitar solo (again!) for House, which I didn't mess up this time. I soooo nailed that solo >,< . The orchestra combined up with concert band and performed selections from Moulin Rouge and Pirates of The Carribbean. Eversince then, the songs have been stuck in my head all weekend. Oh the obsession!

Few pictures to end this post. All taken by SALLY ;)



Cheers.
Welcome, Spring :)

& turned on the lights; 22:01

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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