our hopes and expectations/black holes and revelations

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

Friday, November 16, 2007

Ho hum. I am free from Olevels. When I finished my last paper on the 6th I thought I'd feel a rush of liberation. But then I was like, "Okay, whatever. So what?"

I am freaking bored!!! So bored that I'm even blogging now... I can't even get a job yet. I have to wait until I'm done with my holiday in early December. I'm supposed to be going to Turkey, but what the hell, the outbreaks of fighting have put my mother on jumpy-mode and we may not be going. Instead we may be heading to America and bunk in with our relatives in Washington or New Jersey.

There's the Graduation ceromony thingolingo later on. I don't feel like going there, bored as I am. I'll be even boreder there. Okay, more bored. And it lasts until like 8pm. Alarm bells are already ringing in my head.

So...what have I been up to these days? Like, about nothing. Just messing up Sims' lives in Sims 2, facebooking, roleplaying... Yup all done on the computer. There was the outing on Tuesday. Kbox and then clubbing at Attica.

Kbox was overpriced. Clubbing is not my thing. My feet were getting murdered by 5 inch heels and I could barely walk, let alone dance!!! And the dancefloor wasn't too big and we were all packed like sweaty sardines and I kept thinking, 'Right, when I go home I'm going to run screaming into the showers' or 'Hell, I'm gonna get flu with all this body contact with strangers'.

I was a bit amazed when Naomi's dress and mine looked quite similar. How coincidental! Not only were they both black and sparkly and the same V shaped top, they were also bubble dresses. Perhaps Dorothy Perkins and Isetan lifted the design from another designer dress and interpreted slightly differently. That is what brands like Forever21 do, anyway.

I'm getting nervy and worried. When people tell me that everything's gonna be okay, I just smile and pretend I believe them and pretend to calm down. Because I know better and I don't worry for nothing. Or perhaps I'm just paranoid. I don't think everybody checks and rechecks and rechecks that their handphone, wallet and ipod are with them along the way. Maybe I'm suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder huh. I used to count while I walked and it was rather calming because when you count, you have to keep going on forward.

Everything's going to be okay.

i thought the world of you
1:25 PM