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If I could stop the world

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In the years to come will you think about these moments that we shared
In the years to come are you gonna think it over
And how we lived each day with no regrets
Nothing lasts forever though we want it to
The road ahead holds different dreams for me and you

In a year from now maybe there'll be things we'll wish we never said
In a year from now maybe we'll see each other
Standing on the same street corner
No regrets

Each and every end is always written in the stars
If only I could stop the world
I'd make this last

Sometimes goodbye
Though it hurts in you heart is the only way for destiny
Sometimes goodbye
Though it hurts is the only way now for you and me
Though it's the hardest thing to say
I'll miss your love in every way
So say goodbye but don't you cry cause true love never dies

- Say Goodbye, S Club



Pardon for the recent, random emotional posts, but ah well. Life's like that isn't it? We all each have our highs and lows. There are days when you just let your emotions take charge.

Just feel like posting the words above because it's true. No relevance to my life or whatsoever now, but it was probably relevant at one time or another a long time ago. But S Club 7 was great.

Anyway I'm loving University Hall's Spinelli branch. I've visited there, twice before genes lecture and today with fadiah to study. I don't understand how NUS cannot build more cafes with nice ambience around especially when all I want to do in such a competitive, stressful place is somewhere peaceful and lovely.

I am so itching to buy a darn good, quality headphone with excellent sound and base quality for myself so I can just groove to my music. I love how the songs are being played at random especially when the songs I haven't been listening much are being played. Oh and Existentialism on Prom Night is just awesomeeeee.

Sing like you think no one's listening,
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything.


This post is yet another random one. I have to muster the energy for french test, it's probably the one I'm rooting most to pull up my CAP. But first I need a good sleep.
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