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

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Fifteen years and one month. I'm alive!I'm alive! Wow. I haven't been bowled over by a Dorito-eating, Good Charlotte-listening idiot who thinks he can drive, or succumbed to asthma or murdered by a frustrated math tutor.Wow!

But some people disappoint me. I looked at them today and I thought,'Oh,so this is how supposedly smart people behave.This is what they do.'

I do not like cheaters.

Firstly it is not fair on those who work their arses off studying.Secondly, it just proves some of you are the most despicable, laziest bums around.Thirdly, none of you like the truth. That without cheating, you would do even worse than me. If I confronted you straight to your face,point-blank, you shall not be able to find the right answer. You may utter swear words, you may raise your voice,you may protest, but it's all empty. That is utterly childish. And you think so highly of yourself,still. Distasteful.



Well,anyway. Us EDS members who didnt do CCA CIP had to go for some today. Denise, Felicia, Amoz, Yinghui and myself. A few others didnt turn up. I regret not doing the same as them. We had to help out the instructor in her theatre thing. It was freaky, i tell you. I had a sense of forbiding the moment I stepped into the place. I thought it was quite likely the people were going to attempt strange chinese rituals for the 7th month or something on us poor innocent kids.The fact that I saw a very traditional,spooky, black and red silk chinese dress thing hanging from the wall didn't help.And the fact that the show they were doing was 'Celebration Song of Death'.

And the instructor actually wants us to come back on Sat and Sunday. I'd rather tell her to stuff it up her arse.

This isn't CIP,Yinghui said.CIP is helping the poor and needy. These people in capris and red underwear can't be poor and needy.Sure, one of them wasn't wearing a bra but we all chose to think that she didn't want to wear one rather than she couldn't afford one.This is called, taking advantage of people.When the others did their CIP, it lasted for only a few hours, not a few DAYS. And it was really helping.They had a second Flag Day, which is SO MUCH funner and interesting and slackier than helping out at a spooky old theatre.

i thought the world of you
8:13 PM