Limbo Rock i decided that the left column looked boring so i copied and pasted the about me section on friendster. i wrote that soo long ago and i'm surprised nothing much has changed. :) angie's cravings for hard rock cafe's ribs brought her, eve and i there today. considering we finished every single rib on the plate, PLUS a monstrous dessert with yummy stuff like cheesecake bits, brownie bits and ice cream, i really need to exercise. hanging out with these girls never fail to make me feel like a character out of a drama serial like Sex and the City. :) i'm like stuck in limbo - neither here nor there. i spend 3/4 mths in singapore and 8/9 months here. just when i get started on something somewhere, i got to go back. when i start getting acquainted with people, i have to go away. when i start to plan something (yes i'm a sucker for planning my future. you could ask me about my wedding), i stop myself not knowing where exactly i'll be (guess what! when i turn 21, i have the option of msia. that makes 3 places then). right now, i'm sitting here wondering what i'll be doing this summer. i'm dreading going back. i'm mad (throw rocks at me pls!). i've got nothing planned and it urks me to say that i'm doomed to rot the 3 mths away. (i can see more rocks coming my way). and i know it's only half true when i say that i'm feeling this way because i want my break to be productive. i'm truly running away from fear. a fear that it's going to be the same again. i cannot afford any more now. i ran. but it's coming back to haunt me. i dread. and the fact that we might be moving again is unsettling. when i say i can't wait to work, pls humour me and don't tell me "enjoy school, you have your whole life to work" because at least when i get out of uni i'll be out of that irritating i-dont-know-what-im-going-to-do phase. oo one more thing, i do not think guys should carry their gfs' handbags. and, i love the radio.