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Friday, April 20, 2007

I wonder what's it's like to try something after years of not having any contact with the activity or thing. Like, swimming. The last time I swam was at Shaza's place, and I think it was her birthday in 2003 or 2004. That was 3-4 years ago. And I spontaneously jumped in with some friends. It still feels like I haven't been swimming in what feels like a lifetime. I remember swimming heaps though, when I was much younger. But the feeling of being under water, holding your breath, pushing yourself through beneath - it's all gone.

I haven't cycled in years, too. We used to own bicycles, back in the days when we lived in Damansara Heights in a house. My sister and I would go cycling around the neighbourhood. Up the super steep hill, and straight down hill, top speed around the corner and it'd be a slow rise up another hill. We'd remember all the houses with the noisy, loud dogs and the houses that looked creepy enough to be haunted. And the houses that our friends lived in. Somedays, my friends from other parts of the suburb would ride by, and we'd all go up to the shops to buy cheap Shandy (the lowest form of beer ever made. Heck, it doesn't even taste like beer!) - which we would all "sneak" to the nearby playground and drink it all. We thought it was so "rebellious" that we went to hide at the playground. I was in Year 8, thanks.

You know, memories. They just come back every now and again. I was thinking about the things I haven't done in a very long time, like swimming and cycling. And just wondered what it would be like to do them again - do I still have the experience and skill, or has it totally disappeared? I guess I'll never know till I try them again, right?

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Catch's hard disk, in the end, had a problem. :(( So our IT dude offered me a 120GB harddisk (YAYZ!), together with the restoration of all the information on my old hard disk (DOUBLE YAYZ!), transferred to this new one. Phew. Fortunately for me, technology is absolutely amazing.

Bought heaps of DVDs today. I'm so glad. Now I won't have to go searching for Ugly Betty or Heroes episodes over the internet ever again! Let alone, WAIT an hour for every episode to completely download.

Oh, my skin doctor said what I thought was the weirdest thing to me today. He asked me how much I weighed, and well:

Dr : You don't remember if the meds were the 10g or 20g ones?! Ok, how much do you weight?
Me : Errrrrr...
Dr : 'Bout 47? 50?
Me : HUH? SERIOUSLY? HAHAHAHHA! (I was almost seen rolling on the floor, but I refrained)
Dr : *the most confused look on his face* ??
Me : Noooooo! I WISH!
Dr : Oh, really? You look like it though.

I felt very good after that. :) Hey, muscle is heavy, ok?

Cheers.

PS. Ugly Betty is so inspiring.

PPS. My belief is that, if I don't get my history essay done before school starts, it'll be all right. Because I can always do it when I'm back there anyway, when I'm completely focused. I mean, yeah, what is Ms Watkins going to do about my own "responsibility"? Punish me by giving me a detention (what good would that be to me? Will I really change?)? Send me to see Ms Powell, or even Mrs Stone (headmistress)? HAHA. I'm just going to say I didn't have the time. Oh, and maybe slip in the fact that as a teacher, MS WATKINS SUCKS.

& turned on the lights; 00:04

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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