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Sunday, July 15, 2007

I've come to a conclusion. In a previous post, I recall talking about my mum thinking my father's absence from a big chunk of my life had affected my confidence to ask for and ability to deserve things. I'm a considerate person. I really am. I put others before myself, and sometimes I go to terribly far lengths. I'm forever thinking about other people before myself, and forever wondering if what I do is enough to please them. I suppose it's like my weakness. I can be too much of a pushover, and most of the time I don't feel the need to do something about it. When it comes to family, I rarely ask for things I want unless it's my birthday or Christmas - why? I care about my family, financially. I get so worried about how much they spend on these little things like a new guitar or a new mobile phone, and this worry turns into a feeling of guilt. As if, I feel bad for asking. Take my grandparents for example. They are forever asking me if I want anything. If I rang up now and asked for a new phone, my grandmum would take me out tomorrow and we'd both go mobile phone hunting. I would be back, blogging about my new phone to you, and telling you how nice my grandmum was.

No, I'm not like that. Everytime they ask me if I want anything, I tell them nothing. I'm being considerate. Perhaps considerate isn't even the right word. Perhaps it's more of my nature of being a pushover. I guess this weakness has it's good points and bad.

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Oh, Christ.
You can actually see me in the reflection.
*facepalm*

Mum and I got up early to head up to Low Yat Plaza for graphic tablet hunting. I'd done my research on Wacom tablets and I kept my eyes on their Graphire series. Mum insisted that we got a bigger drawing area, rather than a small 5x4. So we ended up with this, the Wacom Graphire4 6x8. It's such good fun to use! It'll take some time to get used to. I'm hoping to improve my drawing skills with this sleek baby.

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I purposely picked silver over white,
to match my future Macbook Pro.

My Biology tutoring is finally over. All done. I feel so relieved. On the other hand, looking at my wall of homework/study plan, I still have a ton of things to do!
  1. English -- Wuthering Heights essay, Frontline essay, Area of Study essay, related texts collecting.
  2. Biology -- type out notes for all topics.
  3. Japanese -- do homework sheets, write speech for HSC prep.
  4. Mod History -- complete homework pack, write practice essay on WW1 source analysis, Jinnah essay, India essay, Cold War revision, notes.
As you can see, I still have so much to do in so little time. I'm not going to get everything done by Wednesday, that's for sure. I'll just leave it for the weekend, I think. All these holidays, I've been focusing on so much Maths and soon after, Biology, that I totally left everything else for later. I'm a fool.

Miami Ink is on now! :D

Cheers!

& turned on the lights; 22:31

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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