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Saturday, May 12, 2007

Heathcliff is a fscking maniac.

Should it worry me that I'm not feeling incredibly stressed out as I usually am over an assessment task due on Monday, which I haven't actually completely prepared for?

PS. I'm actually glad I moved down a team in soccer. I counted all the goal saves I made today, and it turned out I saved about 10. We tied 1-1. The one goal was made by this girl in shiny, red boots and with the eyes of such great determination, it gave me shivers down my spine. The ball missed my block by an inch or two. Oh well :]

PPS. I wore my contact lenses to the game today. Took me 30 minutes in the morning though. I think my eyes were just tired. It turned out to be so fortunate of me. The first goal I saved was kicked in my face (again), only it didn't hurt as much and I could see perfectly fine after that. Wahahahaha!

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Note to self//
giving up is only for the weak.

& turned on the lights; 15:13

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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