our hopes and expectations/black holes and revelations

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

Sunday, November 23, 2008

I was a bit on the amazed side when I walked into the kitchen and found an angry, very much alive, ginormous crab on the floor. Well, were we keeping crabs for pets now? But when I called for my mom after the crab made an alarming skitter at me, she just hoisted it up and put it rather roughly (there was a lot of clattering) in the freezer. So I suppose I'll be seeing it for dinner. But that was some Wonder Crab. It somehow managed to loose itself of its bindings, clamber out of the basin of water, fall over the kitchen table (slightly over 1m in height) and still live to make angry dashes at people. Or perhaps it didn't fall over. Maybe it has propellers or something... OK. Must stop obsessing about escaping crabs. I'm going to eat it soon anyway.

That reminds me. I'm about the same weight I was a year ago but certainly flabbier. I don't really have time for exercise anymore...not that I used to exercise a lot when I did have the time. And also it's been over a year since I finished my last O-level paper. It didn't really register until now. It doesn't feel that long ago, actually, when I put down my pen and waited impatiently for the teacher to collect my E-lit paper so I could run off and celebrate and enjoy my months-long break (even if I'd decided to head for JC it'd still be a pretty sweet break since I couldn't go for the first two months anyway). I knew I sorta screwed this last paper (somehow I couldn't care much for um, Much Ado About Nothing) but I didn't have a clue how badly. Nostalgia!

Also there's so much projects and homework to finish in so little time. At least I've made some headway with gracom. That counts for something, at least... I tried starting on mugging last night but I got pretty sleepy and went off to watch Wall-E instead. Don't know whether I can pass French test this time. I haven't been paying much attention in class and I'm not sure what JAR taught. Haha.

i thought the world of you
2:06 PM