somehow i feel like im losing interest in rugby. for a couple'a questions keep hitting me and i'm telling myself, yeah, i should stop. but the other half of my conscience wants me to be in the game..so i shall forget bout all the miserable stuff and put on them headbangers.skip, skip, ah, Hands Down!My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me,So won't you kill me, so I die happy?My heart is yours, to fill or burst,To break or bury, or wear as jewelry.Whichever you prefer.Hands down, this is the best day I can ever remember.I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,The dim of the soft lights, the scent of your hair,That you twirled in your fingers.And the time on the clock when we realized it's so late.And this walk that we shared together.The streets were wet and the gate was locked,So I jumped it and I let you in,And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist,And you kissed me like you meant it, Like You Meant It
and i kneeew, that yoooooooo meant itthat yooooo meant it..ryan you've got me hooked now. aha.oh yes, my uncle wants me to play at his wedding. some sappy lovey dovey song thing. no way im gonna do that. imma write something with josh and we'll play that. (hopefully he comes back in time) i only agreed cos we're performing infront of a live audience. it'll be a chance for publicity for us. heh.so i guess its sleep now, and a rugby camp after school tomorrow. wow wee.
Danj
made with glue
9:48 PM
I have a thing for rockets and flying away. Magic. Stars and how beautiful they are. Your eyes. They shine brighter. And light.
Daniel Joshua
Saints rugby
future professional drummer
The greatest tragedy of modern life is that we live our days in quiet desperation.
All our little bottled insecurities are the real issues tormenting us. It is these personal issues, together with our minor everyday problems, that fills a little vaccum in ourselves; a vaccum that determines the goals we set in our lives. How we seperate ourselves from the mainstream fodder.
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