If destiny decides that I should look the other way.

Oliver James - Greatest Story Ever Told

Thank you for this moment
I've gotta say how beautiful you are
Of all the hopes and dreams I could pray for
Here you are

If I could have one dance forever
I would take you by the hand
Tonight is you and I together
I'm so glad I'm your man

And if I lived a thousand years
You know I never could explain
The way I lost my heart to you
that day
But if destiny decided I should look the other way
Then the world would never know
The greatest story ever told
and did I tell you that I love you
Tonight

I don't hear the music
When I'm looking in your eyes
But I feel the rhythm of your body
Close to mine
It's the way we touch that sends me
It's the way we'll always be
Your kiss your pretty smile you know I'd die for
Oh baby, you're all I need


And if I lived a thousand years
You know I never could explain
The way I lost my heart to you
that day
But if destiny decided I should look the other way
Then the world would never know
The greatest story ever told
and did I tell you that I love you
Tonight Tonight

And if I lived a thousand years
You know I never could explain
The way I lost my heart to you
that day
But if destiny decided I should look the other way
Then the world would never know
The greatest story ever told
and did I tell you that I love you tonight

Caught red-handed.

Sneaky?

I could hear her screaming, and shouting, her voice wavering with anger, or maybe, tears. My dad would say a word or two every now and then. And although my sister didn't say a thing, her satisfaction from everything was deafening. Everything is in a horrendous mess, now that I've been caught red-handed for indulging in pure bliss.

Maybe, but I may have learnt it from you.

Godamnit, I'm sixteen?

Tis the season to be studying...

Been a strange but pretty memoriable day in fact. To wake up coughing my lungs out, was shit. But I enjoyed the 26 messages that awaited me. After the visit to the doctors, I had a great lunch with The Greatest. A short hour of sneaking around can make my day. Thanks, everyone, for the various text messages, spam mail, various [wake up] calls.

Thanks for making today more then a day of literature.

Delete it.

I think I just haven't deleted all the math yet, that's all.

And it's clogging up my head like how hair clogs up a drain and doesn't let any water flow. I always had a problem getting rid of stuff in my head; retain them for life as if it'd do any good. And, wham bam, suddenly out of the blue some darn math equation pops in and blocks everything else that needs to get in.

Don't even know what I'm saying no more.

Puffy eyes and heavy eye bags.

They were gaining land. Or was it it?




No, wait. What was gaining land?

My only mug.

Tigger.

I'm sitting at the dining table doing work and Ida's standing opposite me, my mug in her hand (probably clearing after me), casually disturbing Tigger as swats back at her hands in annoyance. Suddenly a sick ceramic sound rings and my favourite giant mug's wobbling on the edge of the table... Thank Goodness Ida caught it in time.

Tigger, Goddamnit, break my Tigger Mug and I'll break your neck.

Something to look forward to.

Your words always touch my heart, you know...





Gets tears rolling down my cheeks even.