Jetlag (I'm thinking of you again)
Yawn.
I'm thinking of you again.
It's pretty damn horrible to be unable to sleep. The weird part is that I thought I've escape from jet lag days ago. The past few days were like pretty normal, then today, BAM. 3 AM in the morning and I'm scribbling away at a piece of paper. In a desperate bid to sleep, I ended up mugging history notes. The greatest irony of life, to spend the day stoning and playing DotA and then study in the middle of the night because sleep just won't claim me.
You're still in my mind. I thought I got over this a long long time ago. It feels so strange, like welcoming back an old customer. Welcome? I thought that was scarce for you in my mind. I tried so hard to forget you. Not that there's anything wrong with you, no. It's just that I can't go on living like this. Waiting, hoping for your smile, beating myself up for your silence. It just isn't healthy for me to be so obssessed with you. I know I'm the one in the err, but all that I can do is to chase you out of my mind, and try to move on with life.
The history notes are actually quite... interesting. Who'd have thought that I would be finding interest in studying, and IH of all subjects. Edmund Kwok about killed off all my interest in the subject. And sian, Mr. Kung is leaving... We're going to get some girl teacher from NJ, and I've heard that she's capable, but Mr. Kung really was something, and I don't think anyone can replace him.
I'd rather think about anything than think about you. Thinking about your smile that makes my insides clench, thinking about your eyes that just scoops my soul right out, thinking about your touch that burns my skin and gives me strength at the same time, thinking about the way I'm head over heels for you. I'd really rather not think about that.
I've decided that I could do with some mugging. The whole holiday just went by like a breeze, and on the whole it's been quite, okay, I guess. For once I'm not just stoning the days away. (haha well playing DotA for hours on end isn't the best use of time, but I've been doing mugging and PT k!) Looking forward to frisbee tomorrow, and some good old stoning in Yixuan's house after that.
Anything other than the memory of you will do. How did you appear in my heart again? I thought I had walled you in, locked the door, and threw away the key (such cliche, tut tut). Burn down the house, whatever. I can spam metaphors all day. But when you were gone, the hollow in my heart just yearns for you, but I fool myself into thinking that I can manipulate my own emotions and just forget about you. I'm learning the lesson now. I now know there's no escaping.
I think that sleep is catching up with me.
I'm still thinking about you.
I'm thinking of you again.
It's pretty damn horrible to be unable to sleep. The weird part is that I thought I've escape from jet lag days ago. The past few days were like pretty normal, then today, BAM. 3 AM in the morning and I'm scribbling away at a piece of paper. In a desperate bid to sleep, I ended up mugging history notes. The greatest irony of life, to spend the day stoning and playing DotA and then study in the middle of the night because sleep just won't claim me.
You're still in my mind. I thought I got over this a long long time ago. It feels so strange, like welcoming back an old customer. Welcome? I thought that was scarce for you in my mind. I tried so hard to forget you. Not that there's anything wrong with you, no. It's just that I can't go on living like this. Waiting, hoping for your smile, beating myself up for your silence. It just isn't healthy for me to be so obssessed with you. I know I'm the one in the err, but all that I can do is to chase you out of my mind, and try to move on with life.
The history notes are actually quite... interesting. Who'd have thought that I would be finding interest in studying, and IH of all subjects. Edmund Kwok about killed off all my interest in the subject. And sian, Mr. Kung is leaving... We're going to get some girl teacher from NJ, and I've heard that she's capable, but Mr. Kung really was something, and I don't think anyone can replace him.
I'd rather think about anything than think about you. Thinking about your smile that makes my insides clench, thinking about your eyes that just scoops my soul right out, thinking about your touch that burns my skin and gives me strength at the same time, thinking about the way I'm head over heels for you. I'd really rather not think about that.
I've decided that I could do with some mugging. The whole holiday just went by like a breeze, and on the whole it's been quite, okay, I guess. For once I'm not just stoning the days away. (haha well playing DotA for hours on end isn't the best use of time, but I've been doing mugging and PT k!) Looking forward to frisbee tomorrow, and some good old stoning in Yixuan's house after that.
Anything other than the memory of you will do. How did you appear in my heart again? I thought I had walled you in, locked the door, and threw away the key (such cliche, tut tut). Burn down the house, whatever. I can spam metaphors all day. But when you were gone, the hollow in my heart just yearns for you, but I fool myself into thinking that I can manipulate my own emotions and just forget about you. I'm learning the lesson now. I now know there's no escaping.
I think that sleep is catching up with me.
I'm still thinking about you.