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

Monday, March 31, 2008

Soooo, it's premiere avril tomorrow. Aprils' Fool.

Who cares? The only place I'll be going tomorrow is Alliance Francaise and I don't think my teacher is the type who throws frogs down somebody's shirt. Hahah... Frogs... French... geddit?

So I got my arse down to my new school again this early afternoony, to install stuff on my new macbook, my lovely spanking new clean whitey Macbook (!). Yeah baby yeah, I've got Adobe Photoshop now. For freeee. Probably I have other editing programmes but I haven't really gone over my Mac again.

Had the luck to have a trio of loud, giggling girls sit down next to me at the install-stuff place. They also had Macbooks and I wondered idly if they were from MCM. I sure as hell hope not but I think they are.

On the bus home this ugly dude of about fifteen years old kept looking. Eew, perv much? And I was maybe twenty centimetres taller than him. I think he really liked my feet; perhaps he has a fetish. I ignored him because sometimes there really isn't much you can do about idiots.

i thought the world of you
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