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

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

This is going to be a pretty long, bitter post so get your gummies and suck on 'em if you're gonna read.

So there was one thought that kept running through my head today and that was,

No, seriously, people. How could you do this?

There are my two crazaye parents who are uprooting us for the 4th time in 6 years in only a couple of months. Do the math, do the math, people. An average of 1.5 years is not exactly the norm, is it? Today they rambled on and on about how I should take up more tennis and swimming lessons so that I can fully use the condo's facilities and I looked at them like they were nuts. Hey wait, maybe it's because they ARE nuts! I don't get why we need to move. Again. I went to Summer Hill and had a look-see. It isn't bad. It looks pretty new and sort of resort-style. But nothing that makes me desperately want to live there.

And also I'd appreciate it if my mom starts remembering how old I am (and also that I look the way I am without makeup. She always goes on and on about how I don't need mascara being only 17 and then I have to tell her that I DON'T ever wear mascara, but she always conveniently forgets it so she has something to rant at me afterward because she's too afraid to confront the real sources of her frustration). I told the parents at dinner that I'd been celebrating someone's bday and they tried to test me with their ages and my dog's. Of course I remembered perfectly, but I was pretty peeved because when I got up from the table I heard my mom ask my dad, 'And how old is she?' I mean, really! She taught at a junior college for years and years. Shouldn't the fact that I'm as old as the year ones in her school register in her mind? Or does she think only of the future, when I'm going to be her money-making machine when she's old and disabled?


Oh and yes, speaking of that birthday celebration. Well I am disappointed in some people. I am angry too but I don't know what for, 'cos I guess I understand if someone has a nervy b then you can't abandon her. Maybe I'm pissed with the situation. But still. Effort? I'd give a F grade. Don't they care about her? Huh? Huh? But that's 'some people' for you, I suppose. Not everyone is sane. Maybe I shouldn't get a rage blackout and have pity on them instead because their wits are not exactly with them.


I may glower for awhile.

Just as well though because it may cut down on electricity since they won't exactly need lights while I'm around.

i thought the world of you
8:00 PM