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Thursday, March 29, 2007

:DDD BOOYEAH! Only 3 exams left - a speech for English, roleplay and report for Japanese and Modern History! And then, I'm out of here! I felt so excited that I didn't want to study at all today, after having a three hour Japanese writing exam in the morning. Also due to the fact that I've got a three days grace before my next exam on Monday, and subconsciously I'm thinking, "GREAT, I can study up later. Let's party now!"

It's going to be one very busy weekend though. I've got the English speech to write, and a Japanese report to do too. Plus, completion of notes on India (which I am struggling to do, because of all the politics involved and thanks to our great History teacher who has taught us SO MUCH). Other than study, I've got soccer grading trials this Saturday morning, a Jazz band performance later that afternoon and a lunch with Ew-Jun on Sunday afternoon (I miss chapel, mwehehe)! I'm praying that I'll find time to study inbetween all of these things.

Earth Hour is this Saturday. Our school was the first school in NSW to sign up for the program, so the boarding house is participating big time. That means no electricity for one hour, from 7.30 to 8.30pm. Our boarding house has decided to take a walk down to the beach at night, which should be lots of fun.

Due to the soccer grading session this Saturday morning, I've got to get myself all the way back to our apartment just to get my boots and shinguards. I hate doing this myself, and with public transport. It takes ages, and sometimes I don't even know where to go!

So I wrote out a little memo to myself as to what I need to do.

Train from Bondi Junction Interchange to Town Hall or Central
Train from Town Hall or Central to Circular Quay
Bus L20 (Limited stops) from Stand C, Circular Quay at either 10.32, 11.02 or 11.32am.

I read that it'll take me a good 40 minutes to get from Circular Quay to the bus stop outside the apartment. I'm hoping I read it wrongly. *facepalm* I don't think anyone is bothered to come along with me.

DAMNIT
. Why do I still struggle at this kind of independence!

Cheers!

& turned on the lights; 16:42

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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