Bringing back 1994/1995

Over the weekend, I was doing some packing and I found my 1994/1995 diary entries. I started to read through it and it was quite funny.

My thinking was so simple back then. It seemed like my life revolved around what to bring for lunch, my mum and dad, who's my best friend at school, how long I was allowed to talk on the phone for, my curfews, which group to hang around with and the boys that surrounded me.

Reading back, I wasn't sure if I was to laugh or to cry.

I read back when I first dated my very first boyfriend. Somehow, he had a connection with some girls at Kalee's high school. When he and I broke up after 3 months, he called Kalee and told her off for telling me gossip about him. Apparently my reason back then for breaking up with him was that he called me to much and I was scared one day he would break up with me because he was too bored and we would have nothing to talk about.

Sitting there yesterday reading my diary was so funny. Coincidently, his surname was Yau.

I read about who to invite to my Year 10 formal, and the guys who I had crushes on, who had to ask another girl to call to say he couldn't be my partner. (This was a hot aussie dude who taught me Hap Ki Do). The dilemmas on who to choose and reasons why i'm choosing this guy and not another. I was bursting with giggles and tears.

I'm so glad that I've had a history of diary writing. It's these moments and we cherish and we smile at, and ones that we'll never forget :)