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

Friday, December 05, 2008

Dying from gracom.

Well not really but I think I'm gna pass out soon. I slept four hours the previous night. I was up til 3am putting the finishing touches to the logo designs and then I woke up at 7 plus for school. And I've been up and running the whole day, doing the bloody effing brochure and then got it printed and man I am so freaking tired and stressed out I could scream. In fact I think I will, if I don't pass gracom and have to retake it. Not only will I scream I will drag my sorry arse to a junior college. I don't think I can tolerate another semester of a pretentiously artsy-fartsy module 'taught' by pretentiously artsy-fartsy 'teachers' who do not teach at all and enjoy failing students and don't bother to turn up for consultations their students have booked with them. They do practically nothing and enjoy their fat double-digit monthly paycheques.

I'm pretty relieved I have the stuff printed but I still have a ton of work to do. There's the paperwork for brochure and then cutting and mounting and pasting... Fugit.

And after gracom, two more days of intensive filming. My weekend. :( Oh and I haven't studied finish for common tests. And there's still medsoc debate, media update, webgraph dreamweaver page to make and shopping for xmas presents for gazillions of people. And we're in the midst of moving: I haven't packed anything.

i thought the world of you
12:04 AM