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Friday, February 02, 2007

So here I am. Sitting on my new bed, in the Year 12 dorm, in Year 12 skin and in the course of my HSC. The feeling? Mmmmmmmeh. It feels the same, only you have this overpowering feeling of being the dominant year, and being at the top of the school, you feel like you've attained full power over everything and everyone. We've already been told not to feel this way, as if we'd turn to the dark side of the force as Yoda once said. I'll grow out of it. It's nothing. It's just a bunch of extra free periods, coffee breaks, cool dorms, a common room and awesome jerseys. I mean, could it get any more exciting than that?

Things, otherwise, have been all right. Besides the part where I can't seem to find my school shoes, so I had to wear my black Chucks to school twice. And, besides the part where I can't seem to find my lamp, too. Things have otherwise been all right. The school has a new additional building, the Isabel Hall Wing, which is all revamped into some high-tech and shiny looking glass house. I find myself travelling from one end of the school to the other, and it gets very very tiring. I just thank God that my tutorgroup isn't up on the top floor of the Isabel HW, otherwise I'd have to walk five flights of stairs, and all spread out in a wide distance.

I finally went to see Miss Potter, starring Renee Zellweger and none other than Mr Ewan McGregor ♥. This made my day. A beautiful movie, about the life story of Beatrix Potter (the author of Peter Rabbit) and how she made her little drawings and stories turn into something huge. If you haven't seen it yet, I suggest you do. Prepare yourself for one very heartwarming and beautiful story.

Norman Warne (Ewan McGregor ♥) [left], Beatrix Potter's (Renee Zellweger) [right]
publisher and love interest in Miss Potter.


Ugh. This weekend is going to be a very very very long one :((( I can't even go out to see mum, who's in town till the end of February (mainly for my birthday). Every first weekend of the year, the boarders have this boarders closed-in weekend, where we're supposed to stay in the boarding house to exercise our "bonding" skills with all the other girls. I know, it's great and stuff, but I'd really like to just settle in by myself - slowly. We're going to Jamberoo, anyway. It's this large water park, sort of thing. And it's supposed to be fun. Well, we went two years ago, but I was young and immature and new - now, I'm in Year 12 and I'm older and it should be fine. Sigh.

I'm so tired. Damn locus and parabola. Damn it to hell.
History Ext Major Project Proposal due this coming Wednesday. Got to get crackin'!

Cheers.
PS. I saw this advertisement showing before the movie started, and I had this idea - film advertising is interesting. Very interesting...

& turned on the lights; 19:20

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.
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