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July 15, 1998

Ooooh, people signed the guestbook! (More remarkably, people actually still come here! Counter: 2000 -- finally!) And talk about a lot of exclamation marks.

Speaking of uttering "finally!", I have a friend who has earned a well-deserved "finally!" herself. For the past two and a half weeks, she's been eyeing the annual ball, but of course, no sane woman would go by herself. (Please don't ask me why.) Furthermore, bookings for the ball is by table which seats eight. Now, convincing seven other girls to part with 38 bucks is no small feat... and I have to admit I did feel sorry for her whenever she asked if we wanted to go which would always start off a series of everyone turning to everyone else and asking if they wanted to go. The "if you go, I go" scenario. Still, it's thirty-eight bucks! <sighs>

Still, the argument she continued to make was that we shouldn't let events like this slip by. The prospect of being old and grey and looking back, wishing, does not sit well with me. I've already let one too many opportunities stare at me and walk off. Which reminds of the things I'd like to do, no matter how outrageous, that I should just go out and do! Living life to the fullest...Even if it means reaching out and only managing to hold on for just a little while.

I remember a story of a person (I honestly can't remember if it was a man or woman) who reached a similar conclusion at some point in his/her life. S/he wrote down, I believe, 101 things s/he wanted to do before leaving this earth. At last count, I think 80 things were completed. Hot-dog, you've just got to admire people like that...and glean a personal lesson or two. Whatever yours is, I hope you hold true to it. As for me, I'm hauling myself to that ball... regardless of the question that's nagging me now: what the heck am I suppose to wear?

But, <whine> thirty-eight bucks...!

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