I was digging through some of our old posts today. There's always something comforting about this.. it just reminded me of all the good, bad, ugly and FKN LOL times of the past.



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Extract: January 2007.

Four more days till school starts ! I don`t know about you guys but I can tell you now that ..
I`M NOT FREAKING READY TO GO BACK, TO BE A YEAR EIGHT-ER.

It just feels like that we`re gonna get alot more work and stuff, and everything will be harder, and I`m just not ready for that. I haven`t studied at all in the hols, and now I can`t remember anything I learnt last year. >< And just .. I don`t know .. paranoid ? Oh well, no point fretting about it when I can do nothing about it. ==

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And that was exactly what I was feeling around 2 hrs ago. Just this state of sudden stress about everything. Of how I'm going to cope with the year ahead. But then I came across the above entry & it was as if history was replaying itself over again like a broken record. I laughed at how NAIIVE I was, growing white hairs over such insignificant matters. But then it hit me, that maybe 5 years from now, I'll sit in front of this good ol' HP laptop, sipping from the same pink mug, sieving through these pages of memories from my high school years & laugh at how I made such a big deal out of nothing. Chill out Baulko kids! Sometmies you just gotta step back to tak in the bigger picture.

Aha, & check this out.

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Extract: May, 2007 (year 8)

MOVING ON. We got Science back today. And I promised Anna THAT:

- If I beat Liang in Maths one day, I`ll buy her lotto tickets.
- If I beat Nishy in Science one day, I`ll take her to a holiday in Mexico. ( LOL don't ask why Mexico. It's just a spur-of-moment thing)
- If I beat Maybeth in English one day, I`ll take her on a cruise on the Thames River IN A DINGHY! (However you spell it)


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This was a promise I made with Fred during English in year 8 (my stupid year), when Kevin Liang was the reigning King of Maths, Nishy the Einstein of the grade & eh .. "Maybeth" (*massive cringe* it was our nickname for someone else) was a female embodiment of Shakespeare. Those goals seemed impossible, an unattainable, faraway dream. Looking back now, I realised that we often build barriers to our goals by telling ourselves that we're simply not good enough. When I made that promise, and trust me, it was written on a piece of paper and signed by both parties with witnesses, never for a moment did I believed that I would accomplish even one of those amazing feats listed above. But hey, miracles DO happen. :) Guess I'm in debt to Fred.

IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING.


Whoa, I've just written the cliche-est post ever. Oh wellllls.


xx
Betty.