| Falling leaves like a blanket at my feet
There's a canopy of stars
And I just miss you like crazy
Suddenly the world's too big
And the hours move too slow
And I just wish that you were holding me near
Seven days, it feels like a year
You whisper through the line
You know I miss you like crazy
So baby can you steal a plane
A boat, the fastest train
You know it just don't feel the same when you're gone
I won't sleep until you're finally next to me
Can't wait to breahe you in
Don't wanna waste my time dreaming
I just wanna treat your name like
A whisper on my skin
And never have to say goodbye again
'Cause everytime you go away
The sunshine starts to fade
Frozen by the hands of time into a
Permanent Monday
Take me back into your arms
And don't ever let me go
'Cause when I see you walk through that door
I'm not lost anymore
I'm home
'Cause when I feel you right here close to me
Everything is where it's supposed to be, baby
'Cause everytime you go away
The sunshine starts to fade
Frozen by the hands of time into a
Permanent Monday
Take me back into your arms
And don't ever let me go
'Cause when I see you walk through that door
I'm not lost anymore
I'm home
I'm home
Yes I am
And I miss you like crazy
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| What's done cannot be undone.Yup...I definitely know what that means.
I can't believe I made such a stupid crazy MISTAKE.
I miss my original hair colour.
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| Not so part of the group.I figured out it's not the question of "fitting-in"...but the question of "belonging-in" in the group.
From experience....I understand friendship needs time to build up and deepen...
To fee like "part of" something is important...
You can't try too hard if it's just different.
It's not the same.
thoughts @ International Summer School
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| As long as it takes.Home for a week.
...and still readjusting.
Is it just me?
Or does everyone who has been on exchange feel the same way?
So many "I wish I was...", so many "if only I could..."
The past seems to haunt me every single day.
Not a day goes by that I don't miss San Diego, California.
I hate the way how things have changed.
I hate the way how everything seems familiar yet so different.
I hate the way how things seem no longer within my grasp.
As small as an issue of laundry cleaning...was enough to bring up tears of nostalgia.
The tiny voice in my heart screams out loud just how much I miss the past.
Hong Kong should be home
but I feel out of place.
Hong Kong should be home
but I feel this is not the place I want to be.
Why can't life proceed the way I want it?
Why can't I be where I want to be?
Life is moving on for everyone...
but I feel like I've stopped moving.
Monkey is right...
No one can understand.
It's a feeling I have to process on my own.
I wonder just how long it takes for me re-embrace Hong Kong again.
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