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

Monday, December 01, 2008

Ah it's falalalala month. Whip out your white-trimmed red slouchy caps and bushy white beards, 'tis the season.

So why are we all working our perky arses off? The workload is inhumane... we are not house-elves, not even reindeer. Some of us are near tears, some of us already in hysterical laughter.

Gracom - the main cause of our stress - is due on Friday. and I've done less than half of what needs to be done. But I can't give it up 'cos it's like 60% of the accursed module, bugger it. Ohmygawd I can't wait to be done with it at last. Then I can take a really well-deserved break. Xmas parties and exclass gatherings and jet-setting off to Tokyo.

I am very sick of wearing ballet flats. I have men's feet! Long, bony, very narrow. It's very hard to keep shoes on, and they're tight in the wrong places. I have had countless blisters since poly started, and the last few toenails of my right foot periodically fall off. Yes, extremely gross. I shuddered for days the first time it happened but guess what! I'm used to it now. But because my school campus is built on billions and thrillions of hills and we have to do a lot of scampering around, nothing with heels. Flip-flops, slippers and sport shoes? Oh, please. How unglam. Especially flip-flops. Not only do they look unglam, after being caught in the rain, some of them start to smell. Damn it's making me sick even thinking about it. The only viable option is sneakers and boots and sneakerboots but they don't go well with skirts and dresses. Also boots are hotttt. They're meant for stomping through slush and ice and stupid people who refuse to stop bothering you and think they're sooo funny... So what's the solution? No solution. Nice. Oh, wait, men's shoes... But wait a mo, Immagirl.

I miss The O.C. Random, I know. But I was listening to Finley Quaye's Dice and it was ohsoMarissa&Ryan. I didn't like Marissa much because she was suchadramaqueen and well, Mischa Barton is no fine actress and even while she was screaming and crying on-camera she looked strangely, weirdly, poker-faced. Funny. But I liked their luuuurve story. Teenage love at its most romantic. Phwoar.

i thought the world of you
11:51 PM