I think that you could be whatever you wanted to be
If you could realize, all the dreams you have inside.
Don't be afraid if you've got something to say,
Just open up your heart and let it show you the way.

This song popped into my head today while I was in the shower. It's a really old song - Stay the Same by Joey McIntyre. I still remember the first time I heard it. It was on the radio in my dad's car, and my cousin, who was with us, told me the title of the song. For some reason, it stuck with me. Just like Diana Ross' "If We Hold on Together". You know, that song from Land Before Time, the dinosaur movie. Yeah. I guess they're classics in their own right.

Hmmm, check Christian Bautista out. I quite like his songs and his singing style.

So I shan't spend too long online, although I've been here for nearly an hour. 9 more minutes, and it's back to the books. The sound system's finally back in my computer, so I can totally listen to music now.

I have concluded that studying consumes an insane amount of energy/calories. I mean, yesterday, I went for lunch with Ai Ling at J8, and I had the tori-q bento thingy. Okay, thereafter I proceeded to have an eclair, and shared an ice-cream toast with her. Oh man. (And I hadn't even studied that much before lunch. Siao.) The eclair and ice-cream toast were mediocre, but the thing is, it was the first time in a long time that I actually felt the way I did yesterday. There is no other word but "content" to describe the sublimal state I was in after ingesting all that food. I was full, but in a warm, comfortable way. Aiyah. You might get what I'm talking about. But I obviously can't make a habit of it. Although you know how food takes you to this higher plane... and whooo! The feeling's incredible. Like biting into a cold, chocolate-coated eclair, sinking your teeth past the light pastry, the bittersweet taste of chocolate in your mouth, and then the climax comes suddenly. The custard and whipped cream bursts into your mouth, and thereafter oozes very slowly but surely, down your throat, all velvety smooth and seductive. And your eyes are just irresistibly drawn shut, as all your senses succuumb (sp?) to this very private, very sexy experience.

Uh huh, uh huh.

Okay, I'm very hungry now. I adopt very weird eating habits when I'm alone at home. I had noodles and coffee for breakfast, skipped lunch because Il Duce was far too compelling to think about food, ate some Arnott's cracked-pepper crackers and had green tea with honey-lemon for uh, tea? Yes, and am now positively ravenous. I hope dinner will be ready soon. Muahahaha.

Okay I'm scramming off now. I'm nine minutes too late.