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, March 28, 2008

Right, I have the ability to think rationally now.

Yes, I shall go for the faculty orientation camp. It won't be as bad as the all-Freshmen camp, now, will it? I mean... we're not going to do any pointless, crappy cheering now, are we? And it will be a shorter camp. 3pm on the 10th til 1pm on the 12th. And I'm sure if I whine enough to the person in charge, I don't have to stay overnight. There is only so much that I'd do.

Woke up today and felt awfully crappy, and was justified in that. Painters in, dry colourless skin, two zits - though they are healing, I am pleased to say, after two torturous days - dark eyebags, tired eyes that don't look like they should. And I'm starting to have a love-hate relationship with my fringe. It hides my face whenever I want, but I am sure it is to blame for the zits. Why else would I have zits on only the right side of my face, where my fringe is longest?

Slapped on a face mask and went zen. Thought about the poor people in the FOC who won't be going home til tomorrow. Dragged my arse to the neighbourhood library. It is rather poorly stocked. I keep seeing the same titles on the Vivian Vande Velde and Philippa Gregory shelves, and I don't see any Libba Bray. It was pretty sad. I wanted to read P.G's 'Wideacre' which people on Amazon said was pretty scandalous and shocking and poisonous with incest, and L.B's 'The Sweet Far Thing' which I hear has a kissing scene between two homos. I badly need some shocking on a quiet Friday afternoon. Ah well, my mind is twisted, and mon coeur est empoisonné.

I made do with four Gossip Girl titles - which I agree is like Sex & The City for teens - and also revised my French because I have skipped two consequent Tuesdays. Yeah, somehow I feel pretty bored and restless on Tuesdays and can't bear to sit still in a classroom for two hours and do French exercises. The first Tuesday I passed by Newton and swung by Kinokuniya at Orchard and read read read til 9pm. It was pretty fun and I should make it a habit. The second Tuesday night I stayed at home and watched 6 episodes of Lost Season 1.

It's not much of a life, now, is it? But I'm not too sad about it.

i thought the world of you
9:24 PM