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I'm staring out into the night,
And trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
and feeling good don't ever cost a thing,
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
I'm going home to the place where I belong,
where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm running from you know I think you got me all wrong,
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
-Chris Daughtry
I'm staring out into the night,
And trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
and feeling good don't ever cost a thing,
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
I'm going home to the place where I belong,
where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm running from you know I think you got me all wrong,
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
-Chris Daughtry
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Dang tired.
Just got home not too long ago, the house feels strangely weird and silent without the rest of them. They should be halfway up by now I think, I miss the mystical joy of a midnight journey through the malaysian highways. There's something amazing about such a trip, about driving along the highway in the dead of the night.
We caught the omen at cathy, then headed to coffee club for some supper. Decided to forgo the alcohol 'cos a couple of us weren't feeling really well. Ig was still down with stomach flu and I was feeling the effects of a whole day without food and sleep - plus freezing your arse off in the cinema really didn't help matters and I ended up feeling damn off for the whole night but the hot choc and panadol actifast helped a teeny weeny bit. I've got to remember to go to cold storage tmrw, or else I'll end up starving for the next 3 days tsk.
O well.
Parking myself in my parent's room, they've got cable, the phone, a loo and now my laptop, so all I need is the fridge and I'll be happy to live in this room painted a pale sickly yellow. Shagged, but sleep won't come. But it's not suprising really, sleep hasn't been coming easily these few days - a few hours here, a few hours there - unless it's alcohol induced. Can't get my mind to stop working, the fragments of incoherent thoughts present in the day manifesting themselves into nonsensical dreams at night that keeps me up, in a sort of semi-conscious state and I find myself waking up in the morning more tired than when I went to bed the night before.
It's been one of my better days recently, so praying hard that I'll be able to get more rest tonight - I've got a busy day ahead tmrw.
So I'm going to grab a drink and maybe get started on my new nadine gordimer novel or surf the channels for a little bit before I head off to bed.
I'm off then, nights world.
the sweet escape
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jing charmaine che constance
criminals drew guanzhong gerry
jaslyn jeannette jiawen jinyan
karin laura mel melvin c
mr tbp oli puiyee ridhwan
sam shermaine shining sutrisno van
albums
pioneer
pre university seminar '06
towning
favourites
just jared
manchester united!
pink is the new blog.
ESPN soccernet
xiaxue
Jing
Eighteen+1
20.04.1988
Crescent Girls
Pioneer Junior College
NTU, School Of Biological Sciences
Capoeira; Hockey; Soccer
Camp Instructor
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Be open minded : not ignorant
Eighteen+1
20.04.1988
Crescent Girls
Pioneer Junior College
NTU, School Of Biological Sciences
Capoeira; Hockey; Soccer
Camp Instructor
Jinglez17@hotmail.com
Be open minded : not ignorant
