Sorry Mum I Won't Do It Again

I'm not really a morning person. Ask any one of the dozen or so friends who have ever been on my Wake Up Call Squad.

I have this lovely addiction to staying up late. There's just something about the peacefulness you get at night, during which you can really delve into whatever fixation has currently gripped you. Of course, there's a downside, and it's that late nights mean I sleep extra deep in the mornings.

And sometimes it can be dangerous. Like when you sleep through a fire alarm.

Yeap. On my way home today my flatmates were talking about the 'horrendous', 'ear-piercing' fire-alarm which woke up the whole block. I said, oh, when was that. They said, my god, Hanting, it was this morning at 7am.

So therefore I am now living on borrowed time. True, there wasn't any fire, but if there were I might just have died and woke up in Hell (I've not been a good boy, I think) where there are tons of exams, no motivation to study, friends abandoning you because you are fat, and your well-honed charms somehow failing to work on overseas chicks.

Wait a minute.