The first time I saw your face
I was blown away without a trace
I felt so alone on a busy street
when you passed me by
I felt my feet melt away
Melt away

I pray to God I could meet
Someone like the boy I'd just seen
Someone that could stop me dead
Someone that could spin around in my head all day
In my head all day

Someday I will fly with you
Someday I will fly with you

That night I saw him again
It was the first time I touched his hand
He made me feel so warm
We talked all night 'til the dawn came our way
Til the dawn came our way

But the timing was all wrong
When I met the one I should've known
Instead I walked away leaving behind my destiny on that day
My destiny on that day

Someday I will fly with you
Someday I will fly with you

But I still see his face
In my mind it's the only place
And we will meet again
And I will touch your hand again on that day
Your hand again on that day

Sunday, July 30, 2006

I just had a haircut today.I told the hairstylist to just trim it thinner (my hair was so thick that when i tied my ponytail high,it was so heavy it'd just somehow become on the low side) without changing the length. He proceeded to take some scissors and shear off both volume and length. And it was painful.I don't know what he did or what he really used, but it seemed like he was using a sharp razor to get rid of hanks of hair. I thought my scalp might bleed. And then after the whole thing, I went to the toilet and scrutinised my fringe and I nearly puked. It is very very short now.I look foolish. I look like one of those girls in school who think that scraggly hair and surfbrands are the norm.Like the fashion impaired.Like one of those constantly happy,annoying types. Yeah,they do get on my nerves somedays.

And did i mention my hair has lost some inches? Oh,yeah,okay now it looks all right.It has some volume still and the bottom curls a little, but give it a few days and the blowdriedness will go away and it'd look terrible.terrible!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!

i am never going back to that hairstylist.never.

i just had another look-see through the photos taken in Europe. I mentioned sort of casually to my mother,'Is it true that the Swiss can go study servicing after secondary school?' 'Yes,'she said and she asked me the question i knew she would ask and was waiting for her to ask,'Why,do you want to go there?' So I said,'I don't mind.' and she laughed and said,'We'll see,next time.' which is what she said when I told her I'd like to go study in Melbourne.

i thought the world of you
8:24 PM