my reality: i'll be home for christmas.

Tuesday 18 December 2007

i'll be home for christmas.

i just re-realized that christmas is a week away!

"i'm dreaming tonight of a place i love
even more than i usually do
and although i know it's a long road back
i promise you

i'll be home for christmas
you can count on me
please have white curry and black mutton
and presents by the tree

christmas eve will find me
where the love light gleams
i'll be home for christmas
if only in my dreams."

- i'll be home for christmas, slightly edited by me.
it's been sung by so many people i don't know who the original artiste is.

2 comments:

melissa chen said...: Have yourself a MERRY Christmas babe! I miss you loads. Okay, I'm just trying my luck here now - if I made 'white curry' and 'black mutton', would you weeally be home for Christmas? >.<

XOXO, Mel.; 18 December 2007 at 21:12
delle. said...: in mind, heart, spirit and soul babe... though i'm not sure i would be brave enough to try your cooking. =P muuah! you have a good one too.; 24 December 2007 at 06:22

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"the greatest hazard of all, losing the self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. no other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.

thus possibility seems greater and greater to the self; more and more it becomes possible because nothing becomes actual. eventually everything seems possible, but this is exactly the point at which the abyss swallows up the self. it takes time for each little possibility to become an actuality. eventually, however, the time that should be used for actuality grows shorter and shorter; everything becomes more and more momentary. possibility becomes more and more intensive - but in the sense of possibility, not in the sense of actuality, for the intensive in the sense of actuality means to actualize some of what is possible. the instant something appears to be possible, a new possibility appears, and finally these phantasmagoria follow one another in such rapid succession that it seems as if everything were possible, and this is exactly the final moment, the point at which the individual himself becomes a mirage."

- the sickness unto death, soren kierkegaard

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Tuesday 18 December 2007

i'll be home for christmas.

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