2007 (sigh)

Lo, it is a new year. And a sad state of affairs it is. I seem to be growing up.

All the adolescent resistance I can muster at my parents now seems to melt into a tranquil affection that, amazingly, manifests openly in random occasions. I think this is the first time I must have touched either of them for years (crossing the road doesn't count, we always hold hands). And they are spending ridiculous amounts of money on me. First books then now clothes. I don't know why my mum doesn't buy things for herself when we shop, because she enjoys it so much more than I do. Ahhh. When I grow up I think I shall need to make lots of money if we are all to live as we do now. Hopefully it won't be coming from a job of mind-destroying mundanity like the one I did in December.

I'm still planning on starting that damn Art Club. I'd better stop planning and start acting soon, because I've finished polishing that proposal yesterday. Hopefully it will work. Time to start chugging up that passion again, though: I'll need to infect other people with it.

A levels are looming up like the iceberg over a Titanic.

And it seems that Ylynn is leaving for Shanghai! OH NO. Last chance to see her tomorrow.