8th November 2001
Wise men say only fools rush in
But I can’t help falling in love
with you
Shall I stay?
would it be a sin?
If I can’t help falling in love
with you
Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand take my whole life too.
For I can’t help falling in love with you
Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can’t help falling in love
with you
For I can’t help falling in love with you
And so the late king of rock croons.
Put your head on my shoulder, hold me
in your arms baby
Squeeze me oh so tight
Show me that you love me too
Put your lips next to mine dear
Won’t you kiss me once , baby
Just a kiss goodnight , maybe
You and I will fall in love
People say that love’s a game
A game you just can’t win
If there’s a way
I’ll find it some day and then this
fool will rush in.
Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear, baby
Words I want to hear, baby
Tell me that you love me too
Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear, baby
Words I want to hear, baby
Put your head on my shoulder.
Was it that easy to make a big hit then?
To merely write about the heartache and the idealism created by the masses about
how love should be? Ok I'm rambling again and it's not even 3am yet.
Just got back from a session of kart
racing. Kids these days *sigh* can be mad ass roadsters just any
glorified license bearing ‘adult’ *shudders*.
Clocked a top speed of a crawling 34.6km/h. Wouldn’t have killed an ant
driving around in that speed.. ok ok so I am expecting too much outta a
chair attached to a lawn mover engine and yes, ants would’ve died.
Oh and I’ve finally pierced my ears!!!
*jumps around*.. ok so half the world has have them pierced.. But yeah
for those who have been growing old waiting for the day… well I did it!! And
it didn’t even hurt after the first hour *sticks nose proudly in air*
Ok so now I shall set out on a quest to get more piercings!! (Yeah, by the looks
of it a second stud on my ear will prolly be as hard core as it gets). And as I
put this down , I’m looking at a pair of earings I should really have disposed
of ages ago. It bears no meaning anymore so why can’t I seem to chuck it into
the bin? Besides it’s monetary worth of course. Why is it so hard to push away
simple things to make way for all that’s waiting?
I’ve been out of school for so long I’m afraid I’m losing my handwriting skills.. Not that I had much of it to start of with. Surely anyone who’s seen me write would agree I should employ someone to write for me. The best scenario being having rang Myra who was halfway across the world to ask if she got my pictures. Her reply? “Yeah of course, I looked at the handwriting and knew it couldn’t have been anyone else…. Woman, the handwriting… *gales of laughter* is just CLASSIC!”. Just the other day I tried to sign my name for a form and got writer’s cramp from it. Time to consider studying again Kat.
It’s over and done but the heartache lives on inside
And who’s the one you’re clinging
to instead of me tonight
And where are you now, now that I
need you
Tears on my pillow wherever you go
I’ve cried me a river that leads to
your ocean
You’ll never see me fall apart
In the words of the broken hearted
Its just emotions taking me over
Caught up in sorrow lost in a song
If u don’t come, come back to me
darling
Don’t u know there’s nobody left
in this world to hold me tight
Don’t u know there’s nobody left
in this world to kiss goodnight.
I just realised that nothing makes me
more lost than having absolutely nothing to do. Just a few weeks back someone
said they would’ve gladly have my days lazing around doing absolutely jack.
Isn’t it sheer mental torture to have all the time in the world and no way (or
cash) to spend it? Or maybe I just need some sort of rush that screams ‘Wake
up and stop whinging!!!’ Whadya think? Yeah I think so too.
Another question I find that keeps hovering the mind these days ..(next to all the other junk) What/Who justifies good and/or evil? And how is good or evil justified? How do you weigh the good and bad of something when you’re asked? And having done that.. who are you to justify that? Questions should really be kept outside the head to reduce headaches.
Note: Happy Birthday Myra!!!!!! You're 20 and graying even more like me!! >Þ
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