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2007, a great year?
Saturday, December 29, 2007 2:33 PM
Okay I couldn't resist.

2007 will be over in a few days' time. It has been a very eventful year, bad in terms of luck, good in terms of growth. Leaving the sheltered environment of a girls' school and entering JC, separated from the friends I had relied on for the past four years. Again, I guessed I have matured considerably; being more independent and more in control of my emotions.

2007 didn't start off well. It sucked being abandoned by a friend whom you thought would be your friend forever and being left to fend for yourself. It still sucks. Well, life sucks. Going through this made me realise who my true friends are though. Friends who stick by your side through thick and thin, lending you a shoulder to cry on when you are feeling damnit downtrodden, pulling you out through the pitch dark tunnel into the light, tolerating all your moodswings. Especially Yizhen! (: Shan't start listing all the names coz even though there are horrendous backstabbers and hypocrites around me, there are still quite a number of friends who actually cared. Then my grandfather passed away. It was right after the release of O levels results and the jubilation at having aced the exam refused to come. Moving house, leaving the cosy little kampong in Hougang where there are "memories", as said by Xinru. Those memories don't merely belong to me alone, but to all my friends who had been there, playing, studying, baking cookies, hanging out. Then a series of misfortunes that threatened to tear my family apart. But I can proudly say that my family survived it all and we all came out of these ordeals stronger than before.

A few mistakes and wrong decisions along the way. I am still not sure whether choosing to stay in band is the right thing to do, with my saxophoning skills plunging down the valley like it never did, and with my interest heading the same way. I suppose joining band again has its merits? Taekwondo! Never did I imagine myself in the Gi before I stepped into VJ. It was an impulse that didn't let me down. Interact has proved to be satisfying too.

Moving on to happier times, including the new and good friends that I have made! Kilimanjaro (can we please change the name?)for instance. They are the reason I get out of bed everyday and go to school. And reunions whenever holidays arrived with the 4C gang.

I have changed too. Tougher, meaner, bitchier. But sadly, not much smarter.

2008 will be different. The year I will be 18. A new environment, a new home, a new life. With expected and unseen challenges ahead. It's rather intimidating. But ah, I will survive. (:

Resolutions for 2008
1. Do ALL my tutorials. Even all those Econs essay questions.
2. Save $15 every week.
3. Be less bitchy.
4. Talk lesser. Unless in special situations.

Happy New Year.

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