AT THE END OF THE WORLD...

At the end of the world
I will be there with you
And we'll throw a party to celebrate
The things we used to do

Like living life, breathing air
Running your fingers through my hair
Oh, this isn't fair

At the end of the world
I will hold you so close
So we won't notice the destruction
Of all we used to know

We will close our eyes
As the waters rise
We'll float away and you will say
"Oh, isn't this nice?"

Ah, at the end of the world
We'll be together, be together
Ah, if I can spend it with you
Then the end of the world don't matter at all

At the end of the world
We will kiss for the last time
And we won't feel the earth collapse into
A mess of flood and fire

We'll be making love
As the sky above falls down over us
We'll be the luckiest ones

At the end of the world
I will be there with you
And we'll throw a party to celebrate
The things we used to do

At the end of the world
I will be there with you
And we'll throw a party to celebrate
The things we used to do

 

So strange. This song kept playing in my head all day.

 

(Lenka's "End Of The World". Lyrics from azlyrics.com.

A FORTNIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS DAY

I was supposed to write an entry sixteen days earlier today, exactly a month before Christmas Day. But fate unfortunately became uncooperative: I caught a viral infection that day, was confined in the hospital for two days, and was under the weather for barely two weeks; hence this late post, now just two weeks to go before the 25th of December.

As sad as my situation was, I believe I should not let it take away the enthusiasm that I felt toward what I really wanted to share -- that my father's absence on Christmas Day finally ended last year. Now that our family is complete, I'm sure our Christmas celebration every year will be as fulfilling as it should be. With that, I don't think I will be wishing for any Christmas gifts anymore.