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, July 09, 2008

I went to Orchard Rd after school yesterday, because I wanted to look for the American 17 magazine and a couple of books. You know, it was supposed to be a good day - writcom and radio lectures were cancelled.

Then these two middle-aged women stopped me outside Takashimaya. It was pretty freaky because they started cooing at first ('oh, your bag is soo nice. What does it say? Con...Converse!', 'Gorgeous skin...so young [I guess they think older women can't have nice skin, then. I WILL have gorgeous skin when I am 40, mark my words.]', 'Are you Indonesian? No? Oh, Eurasian... No? You're Chinese?!') and they said, "We're doing a health survey on teens. It'll take just 5 minutes." And I thought, hey, why not. Besides it could come in useful in my stupid speech on Love Your Body.

Yeah, right. Basically they measured my height, weight and everything. How on earth do I get myself into these things? I could've said, "Oy aunties, you said five minutes!" I could've said,"Are you fucking kidding me? What are you doing?" But I didn't. I have a fear of confrontation, I think. They measured my wrist and informed me I have small bones and I could feel my eyebrows shooting up to the top of my head. Then they shook their heads gravely and informed me I had a high body-fat ratio thing. Ah, I could see where this was heading.

As I said, I have a fear of confrontation, and I had to sit through ten excruciating minutes of them showing me photo albums of before and after photos of OLD women. "Don't you want to help and change yourself?" one of them said. I looked at her in an angry way and she sort of backed off. I was pissed because they were trying to entrap me with Yes-no answers (the latest speechcom lecture leapt to my mind) and I knew what'd happen if I said yes. Being angry makes me feel...stronger. Ruder, definitely. I'm glad I don't turn into a green monster. It'd suck to have to lumber around in just a pair of pants.

Anyway to complete my day, my sucky day, 17 was sold out at Kinokuniya and they didn't carry the books I wanted!

I have not completed my writcom outline. Nor any speechcom. Just bits and pieces. Sigh.

Well, I could sleep forever
But it's of him I dream
If I could sleep forever
I could forget about everything
If I could sleep forever
If I could sleep forever
If I could sleep forever

i thought the world of you
3:35 PM