望着你突然一阵心痛

Feeling | Distracted
Listening | Jacky Cheung 张学友 - 失眠夜
Thinking | "What to do during the mid-semester break?"

Argh. Don't you hate it when your printer just runs out of paper? Well, I absolutely hate it. I'm so going to buy a new ream soon. Let's hope the Double A paper in Superbarn is in stock. So without paper, I had to take some from Amelia (thanks girl!). Walking down to my room, I stared at the side-door that opens to the Burgmann side of our college. Images and scenes flashed past. Holding on to the thought, I decided to write this entry.

Looking out of that door, I thought about a lot of things...

I remember years ago when I was at ECP taking photos for Iris' farewell gift. I'd bought a scrapbook from Bookbinders Design and intended to stick black and white photos of the places that we'd shared together with CGLC as well as privately. I can still remember, I actually walked to the very same breakwater and took a deep breath, inhaling all the memories that the place held. My memory's a bit blurry but I can remember that on a separate occasion, I actually retraced the path we took that stormy night from MacDonalds to the main road. I will never forget that night. But it isn't until today that this precious memory re-surfaced.

Back to the present.

For some reason which I do not plan to state, I slept at 7 (in the morning, mind you) today. The sunlight seeping through the curtains, the calling of the birds, the smell of my moisturiser, the warmth of my quilt, the stupid wall that I face every night whilst falling asleep, and the very same thought that I'd have... It must have been months that I'd been sleeping like this. And I tell you what's worse, waking up not remembering your dream but to the same thought that you had hours ago. On some days, I felt like I didn't even have enough sleep when I probably slept for more than 8 hours.

Yesterday's tennis with Erina and Hans was cancelled due to the rain. To think that I was looking forward to playing with Hans. I left my Head racket at the gym for re-stringing but until today, the bugger still haven't call me. Argh. Can't wait to test out the racket which by the way, was bought from Mr Yeo who's probably enjoying himself in Singapore. Damn, I'm so jealous.

There's more than 50 pages of notes waiting for me to read. God, grant me the strength and the perseverance. I need it.