Gibberish or is it Jibberish?

I’m in class now. No, the lesson hasn’t started yet so don’t tell me I should be concentrating.

Its sooooo bahloody early in the morning. My brain hasn’t woken up yet. I have no clue why I’m giving it an exercise on my blog now.

I love staying preoccupied nowadays. I wonder why? Well, actually no, I don’t wonder why ‘cause it’s pretty apparent to me lah. And it should be pretty apparent to you too… *coughESCAPISMcough*

Oh, I’m gonna watch 3 plays for free this month! Perks of being ASM without pay. It’s a fair deal and I am happy.

I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here anymore
But I can't seem to lift these fingertips from
Keys that lead me through these same doors.

- “Run”, Between the Trees.

Those lyrics stick out, vivid and almost grotesque. I haven’t been able to get those words out of my head. They mock me. I’m reminded of the million times I’ve done things I shouldn’t have, knowing full well that it’s doing me no good. I just don’t learn because again and again I hope against hope. I keep believing things will be different, each time I start again. I wish I could stop myself from repeating this cycle.

You know it too well;

This steady rhythm drums on,

Beating just for you.

I’m gonna go terrorize them early morning people on MSN now. Because I have no life. le sigh!