Tragic Hair Day

Hey dere! Finally got my hair coloured today. Results unsatisfactory. My current hair colour is more of copper than light golden brown. Not exactly the way I wanted it to be. Whatever. Life goes on. Haha...Anyway, there's a huge bunch of friends just sitting around looking Weizhen & me getting our hairdo. There's Doreen[Weizhen's ex-colleague], Doreen's BF-to-be, Ian[Dragon Ball Boy] & Dinesh[My BF...haha]. Both Ian & Dinesh are my new friends from the FOC camp.

Speaking of the camp, I think it's pretty enjoyable. It's just the bathing part which irks me. Four girls share one cubicle. Imagine how embarrasing the situation is. But this isin't the worst part. The worst part is that we have to finish bathing within 10mins or even lesser. & the GLs keep on banging the door, hurrying us once we get into the bathroom. The toilet is so noisy, as if the whole place is being teared down.

However, the games are rather interesting, its just the butter hill that's too dirty. Made quite a number of new friends from the camp. I guess I didn't regret joining the camp. But I think someone did...

Listening to some love songs while I'm getting this blog done. Feeling quite emotional right now. But failed to remind me bout anything. Just enjoying ''Don't Walk Away'' now...

But this song really appeals a lot to me...

***Ghost Of You***

I will wait until the end...
When the pendulum will swing back
to the darker side of our hearts bleeding...
I will save this empty space
next to me like its a grave
where I lay a place for us to sleep eternally together...

I have been
Searching for
Traces of
What we were...

A ghost of you
is all that I have left
is all that I have left of you to hold...
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
and nothing of what we were at all...

So here I am pacing around this house again...
With pictures of us living on these walls...
I see my breathe in the cold of the air that I breathe and I'm wondering...
I'm wondering if its you that I feel
if its you that I feel here haunting me forever...

I have been
Searching for
Traces of
What we were

A ghost of you is all that I have left
is all that I have left of you to hold...
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
and nothing of what we were at all...

And I'm not looking for anything but us
anything but what we were...
And I'm not asking for painted memories...
I only want to know you're here...

A ghost of you
is all that I have left
is all that I have left of you to hold...
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
and nothing of what we were at all...

A ghost of you
is all that I have left
is all that I have left of you to hold ...
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
and nothing left of what we were at all...

***Good Charlotte***