All i can ask for.

Second week of school, left me confused with a smile.
Mahjong, a game i'll never learn; sounds i can never run from.
Cooking mee goreng at 4am, lessons on how to hold chopsticks.
Wolverine is hot, mall cop is not.
Yet they sit infront of me talking about genetics and somehow my heart hurts.
But its too late now, never look back.
No spilt milk, just unspilt everything else.
A couple hours of sleep, movie marathon with full attendence,
and one by one they fall off to sleep, leaving the insomnia-ns to talk about everything on the earth, to try to attempt to explain love and girls and everybody's whacked up emotions but ending up with a simple i don't know.
Java chip with the best catching up session in the whole wide world, missed eye candy.
This sem is starting to be slack but we all know at the back of our heads, we gotta pull those socks up.
Priorities have changed, for once.
Its not about other people, not about me or you.
Its about time;
we realised.

I hope its not about you,
yet my thoughts wander every single moment alone.
I shouldn't take long bus rides by myself,
It can't be about you.

Stolen labtops, unbroken smiles, broken hearts, never-ending laughter, secret languages, hidden smiles, a hell lot of randomness.

The world might just be covered in tissue, who knows?