I don't know why, but i'm always blogging late at night. Its 1.30am. Its standard, i'll have my cornflakes with milk, munch abit here and there while online. Then when i feel the need to blog, i'll be here. I guess everything just comes to me at night, when i'm alone, when i take time off to think about stuffs, when i just stone and dream, hence, the impulse to rant. Or maybe the night gives me the inspiration and motivation. heh. I study best at night. I'll sleep the whole afternoon away and start mugging after midnight. *sheesh* i kind of miss studying, miss sitting at my table with the table light on plus a cup of hot chocolate sometimes mocha, miss flipping thru my thick stacks of physics notes, miss staring at that dumb step-by-step chemistry guide book which makes no sense to me, miss pressing my calculator to get the right numbers when i'm doing my maths. *frowns* I'll be schooling in 2 months time anyway. ok that sounds dumb. I can't wait for school to start. New school, new faces. But, no new uniform, no new school song. Guess campus life is going to be different from my cj days and my stc days. *roars*

Stayed at home on a friday, thought of going to cheng's place, but my laziness got the better of me. The road from the bus-stop to his place is a BIG turn-off. Hence, i stayed at home. Cabbed to Ikea with my mum, cabbed back home. Went down to the gym, then went ntuc-ing with my mum. *grins* i'm sucha mummy's girl. yeah right. haha. I love ntuc-ing cos i get to buy all my munch munch at the expense of my dearest mum. Though she always make a big fuss out of the amount she have to spend when i tag along and nags at the amount of junk food i eat, i'm used to it already. lalalaa.

Anyway, our song, all about you is playing on nineeightseven and you just appeared in my mind. Like that. Just like that. As much as i try very hard to forget you.

you called me.
and you asked, can i have my baby back?

W H Y.

as much as i really want you back, i dare not. i just don't want another episode of *that*
i need you to make up your mind. quit pushing me to *** thinking that i'll be better off with *** just because *** really like me alot. I'm not buying that. Simply because, she's not you. and she's no you.

will you ever be back in my arms again.