Do you remember me? I sat upon your knee. I wrote to you with childhood fantasy.
Well I'm all grown up now, can you still help somehow? I'm not a child but my heart still can dream.
So here's my life-long wish, my grown-up christmas list, not for myself but for a world in need.
No more lives torn apart,
that wars would never start,
and time will heal all hearts.
Every man would have a friend,
that right would always win,
and love would never end.
This is my grown-up christmas list.
What is this illusion called the innocence of youth? Maybe only in that blind belief can we ever find the truth.
Michael Buble -- My Grown-Up Christmas List
Sunday, July 16, 2006
tired.
it's 1.14 am. I just startled awake when I realised that I haven't finished my chinese. that isn't a good feeling i tell you.
and i've taken far too long for my book review. 3 hours has been burnt. shit, why am i so not on task?
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