it's 1.30am. and my eyelids are beginning to fail me. got another pw meeting tmrw. (i mean today) but thank God i don't need to wake up at that unearthly hour. 6am. eesh. i hate gettin up at 6am. not that no other kid in Singapore doesn't like gettin up at 6am. why must we get up at 6am? what abt those kids who wake up at 5am?! can't imagine. groggy lookin zombies. my mom keeps complainin i don't get up. cos she has to bother to wack me out of bed. and mainly cos she gets nervous jitters when she thinks i'm gonna be late for school. well, i sometimes am. can't help it when the bus drives off without me.

anyway. why am i talkin abt that? back to me being insufferably sleepy.

actually i'm awake on my own accord. i don't actually have much to do. i'm just taking advantage of the time that i have to myself. with my parents and my sister tucked away nicely in bed. i own the moment. but it's kinda creepy when you start to hear creaky noises from the corners of the house. you look into the darkness of the livingroom. and expect some headless monster with no toes to come tiptoeing out of the darkness(how, i don't know). but nothing comes out. and it's just the same calm, serenity of the night. the blackness, caressing the furniture and walls with its fingertips. gracing the floor with silent footsteps.

okay. enough of scaring myself. i've better be gettin to bed. lest i be sleeping through PW later. i don't want that happening do i? my group members certainly won't.