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Monday, May 21, 2007

I'm alive and well. Now the question is, are you?

I've been wondering everytime I come by to check my tagbox, where has everybody gone to? Raeville feels frighteningly dormant. I blog. I do blog. Does anyone ever come here anymore, or did I miss out on a big party elsewhere? Or am I just boring everybody out with my stupid graphics and unexplained feelings?

Say something. I don't care who you are. I mean, I just want to know if there are people who still come here - otherwise I might as well just shut this whole place down. I mean, what's the point, right - if I have no readers. It'd be like talking to a wall. I mean, I intend to inform my friends on what has been happening in my life away from home. That is the purpose of my blog.

This is hopeless. Just leave a message on my cbox if you still read. Otherwise I have wasted 10 minutes of precious study time on this stupid post of nothing.

& turned on the lights; 19:53

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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There's a hole in the sky
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I'm tired already.

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