As I sat comfortably on the big china chair this afternoon, with the china pens and highlighters within my hold, I started writing scriptures of your name. Unknowingly, at the end of work, I realised my notebook was filled with nothing but the damned old name.

These days the mind had been going through a long lazy rest, while the emotions remained awkwardly silent. Everything seemed so serene that even the dreams tasted bland to me. I prolly need something to stir up a little of this plain boring life, before I get my head back to school.

Such contradicting life, but who knows I might be lovin' it.

I miss your smile when you're sleeping