Life: It's a love-hate relationship.

A-level results: Maths=A (I'd weep if it were anything else)
Physics=B (oooo... I actually did well for Physics)
Chem=B (I'm sure it was because I lost marks for SPA... well, okay, so the written wasn't all that great)
GP=A2 (about time I got this right!!)


It was mean of me, I know, but I just loved laughing at all the army cuts.


Loved the barbeque... did I spell that right?...


Love my class. Love Bananarama... I mean, Mr Rama (sorry... my hand must've slid across the keyboard)


Love our poor, poor, poor host... I think it's high time we kept truth or dare games far away from any party.


Hated the lecher whistling at me in the bus. A**h*** followed me off and on to another bus when I switched at McRitchie. I dunno about him, but I know MY fingers were getting itchy... and I hadn't cut my nails then...


Hate myself when I pick up the wrong signals. What does the current CCS see in me?


Hate myself for hurting a person who was once my best friend, and who still considers me to be hers.


Love my new fringe.


Love my new potential lovelife. Don't ask. I'm still pretty irritated with myself for this. Okay, well, a lot less irritated.


Love my prototype bead snowflake!! Looks like my bead business might actually go somewhere.


Love mantas, whaleshark and the sea. By the way, during that trip my thumbprint was making a quick recovery. That recovery has been on standstill since I came back. Nature does wonders.


Love the way I've been feeling lately. Let's hope it doesn't go to my head. It probably already has.