Tuesday, January 02, 2007
"Last days" @ 11:49 PM
Good-bye to the holidays. Welcome back school, welcome to 2007. More stupid stuff, projects, setbacks are gonna come my way. But I know I'm gonna face'em and complete them all.
Today there's nothing much but the EEOs hanged out at Changi for dinner. Me, Hazim and Ilias ate nasi lemak together whereas the others, on the other table, ate their stuffs. I was full! And to my amazement, I saw a 'pirate' shop. Pirate, if you know what I mean!
The bus-stop; are you? No, I never knew your name, nor your number, but when I saw you, you'll light up the whole blue sky. This song, East Side Story by Bryan Adams exactly explains how I feel.
There was this girl I used to see - down on 42nd street
She'd walk by on her way to work - n' make the air smell so sweet
I used to sit in a coffee shop - sometimes I'd have a cup
And when she'd go by - she'd light up the sky
Like the sun coming up
She be standin' by the bus stop - driver opened up the door
I'd just sit n' watch her - getting on the 104
I wanna give her my number - I wanna tell her my name
Wanna climb on board that cross-town bus
Take a chance she feels the same
It's just another east side story
Everybody's got a tale to tell
And like a hundred guys before me
I fell under her spell
Some things you hold on to - some you just let go
Seems like the ones that you can't have
Are the ones that you want most
I think about her sometimes - I wonder if she was real
And if I ever find her I'm gonna tell her how I feel
It's just another east side story
Everybody's got a tale to tell
And like a hundred guys before me
I fell under her spell
It's still the same old story - it's still the same old game
Up there on the eastside - life goes on the same
She never knew my number - never even knew my name
She climbed on board that cross-town bus I never saw her again
It's just another east side story
Everybody's got a tale to tell
And like a hundred guys before me
I fell under her spell
It's the song related to my previous blog layout, but still it explains exactly what I'm feeling, even until now. I saw you in the bus often, and then suddenly we never saw each other again. Awwww
When will the day we took the same bus come again?
