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Thursday, February 08, 2007

HEY you're turning eighteen, one year gone by - BIG DEAL.

WOW you'll be able to drink and smoke and all of that legally! RAHRAHRAH.

OH COOL You're growing up and stuff, it only feels like you were 8 just yesterday! KTHXWATEVA.

Honestly, I'm not entirely excited about me turning eighteen. I mean, yeah I'm going to have all kinds of responsibilities put upon me, and I'll have the ability to legally purchase alcohol, cigarettes and go to bars and clubs and rahrahrah. But at the moment, I couldn't reallyreallyreallyREALLY care less about me stepping into this big number, this big age, this big me. I'm swamped with work, and thoughts about it - you know, all I want to do during my free time is work. Workworkwork. Oh, rest? Mm, maybe for 10 minutes. After that, work.

Anyway, I'm rambling and I have tennis training tomorrow morning at 7am and I need to get up in time. I got back my very first English and Modern History assessment tasks back this week, big you know HSC stuff. I ranked 7th (out of 19) in that Mod. History task, with 75% (WHICH IS A FIRST) and 23rd (out of 46) for English with 65%. Sure, happy sad whatever.

I am going to bed.
Thank GOD we don't have History tomorrow!
Ramblerambleramble!

Cheers! :))))

& turned on the lights; 14:50

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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