RAEVILLE

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

The people living above us, on the 39th floor - or to be more exact, unit 39-04 have been real bitches lately. Seriously, who could be so clumsy enough to drop things on the floor continually for 10 minutes? And who the hell has the right mind to slam their doors in the early hours of the morning? The walls are thinner that one thinks, and people do sleep! It's been driving mum and I insane. We'd be watching TV in the evening, and all of a sudden there'd be this loud running and jumping noise coming from above - and it goes on for at least 5 minutes non-stop, and then it ceases. It comes back, every once in a while. Mum thinks they're punishing us because we've just recently bought the unit from their landlords. What babies.

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I'm so tired of people telling me I'm so fortunate to be back home. I've heard that story before, could you think of something else to make this small talk less painful? Alot of my mum's friends are always saying to me, "Wow, so lucky! You get to come home every holidays!" They start talking about money, too. "Expensive, you know! To fly home from Australia!" Some even have the nerve to discuss actual figures - "I think it's about - eh, Debbie, xxxx ringgit right? Yea yea, I think so lah!" Christ. There's this lady who plays tennis before mum's session in the morning every day, and she was doing this exact same thing to me. Telling me what I already knew - "Wahhhhhh soooo lucky to come home, hor? Even my own daughter comes home! Too expensive! I told her you just stay there lah!" She even had the nerve to compare me to her own daughter. "You know what she said to me? She'll pay off all the flights I've paid for her in the future!" - at this point, I was on the verge of giving her a backhanded slap with my racket. POINT IS?

To me, what it all says is that my mum loves me more than she loves her daughter - and she obviously misses me terribly, hence she doesn't think it's that much of a deal to bring me home as often. Selfish? No. Selfish is the fact that that very same woman had the nerve to ask me to buy her children expensive ang moh (white person) lollies from Australia. The money comes out of my own pocket money, which I have been saving up for the future. What a twat.

Cheers.

PS. Frou Frou rings of Grey's Anatomy.

PPS. Catch has gone away with our IT dude, who wanted to run tests on him to look for the problem. I'm praying hard that there's nothing wrong with the harddisk, and that it's just a virus affecting the computer which can be dealt with using an anti-virus program. Sigh.

& turned on the lights; 11:34

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.

ps. raeville is best viewed on mozilla firefox. just because it's better :)

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