Hyperactive interactivity.

Hyperactive interactivity.
feeling: hyperactive
music: teriyaki boyz - tokyo drift / andrea bocelli ft. kenny g - mi manchi

It's just past one in the morning, and I'm not feeling the least bit sleepy. Might be the combination of coffee and panadol. Overdose of caffeine, though that was a good twelve hours ago. I should be making full use of this energy hike to do some last minute 102 cramming, but... I think my brain deserves a break.

My choice of music's on differing ends of the energy spectrum. The irritatingly catch Teriyaki Boyz match my mood, but I am trying to let Andrea Bocelli's vocals calm me enough for sleep.

Mi Manchi. I had it on my ipod as I took the quiet route back home from school. I didn't know what Andrea Bocelli was singing about then, but the bittersweetness seeped through his voice and moved me so. Here, I present to you the English translation - I Miss You.

I miss you -
When the sun touches the horizon
When darkness covers the sounds
of the people,
The listlessness no longer
goes away
Like the shadow of something
that's still mine

I miss you -
In your look
In that thoughtless smile
In those excuses of yours,
You're the lump in my throat
that doesn't go away
It's you, it's you

I miss you, I miss you
I can pretend to be okay but I miss you
Now I know what I need to say -
To have you near before going to sleep
While I stand undisguised
within my soul

I miss you and I could
find another woman
but I'd be cheating myself
You're my regret without an end and
The chill of my mornings,
When I look inside myself
And know that I miss you.

Now that I can give you a little more -
It's you, it's you

I miss you and I could
have another woman
but I'd only be cheating myself,
You're my regret without an end and
The chill of my mornings,
When I look inside myself
And know that I miss you.

Beautiful lyrics, no? Night world.

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