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

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Achhh I can barely walk upright. My dog is looking at me, all groggy and weirded out.

I was going for French and I missed my shuttle bus to the terminal and I was gonna be late, so what the heck, I walked to the central. Ooh bad decision. Turns out my new pair of shoes are a pain in the, well, not arse, but foot. The backs of the flats were digging into my ankle. Hey look peeps, I have feet piercing! Woohooo!!! Okay I am going a little bonkers.

It was gross. The pain was so bad and the back of my flats were drenched in blood. Drenched! I wanted to turn back when I was midway there. On the other hand I didn't want to look like a prat next week when everyone is saying, Quelle belle sache! and I'm just looking at the teacher and going very loudly in my head - Quoi?

When I got the chance to look at my feet, the wounds had already started to dry out. But it was one huge patch on each foot and on my left, it was red and raw. Yuckadoodle.

I had to make my ma fetch me from Alliance Francaise. In true fashion she missed a couple of turns while on the way home.

Then I had to ask my maid to wash the blood off my shoes. When she saw them she said an obscenity. She wasn't really insulting me, it's just something she says when she's not happy. I mean seriously, all my maids have the same habit!

I once asked her what it meant, years ago, when I was 9, I think.

Now she denies ever telling me. Even though obviously it has to be her. I mean, my previous maid left when I was 7 years old! Would you tell a 5, 6 year old what an obscenity means? Let alone believe she would understand what is a poulet. In English.

Mon mere just asked me about going to Mass Comm. "Are you happy?" she asked. Hell, no, I'm not. I don't know what I'm going to work as with that diploma and I can bet you, with the type of luck I have, I'm gonna be pushed into a class of bitches! And you'll be whining to me for years and years later about the money you spent on the Macbook I'm gonna need for my course. As if I want it!

But you don't say that to my mother. I mumbled out something about being all OK with it. And that was that.

i thought the world of you
9:35 PM