A Few Short Breathe Can Ruin Your Emotion.

This was not meant for you.
Though it would save a few aching pain if you believed it was.

Never have I failed in reminding myself.
Always I forget in retrieving my path.

Softly you mouth the words to my ear.
Hardly does it mean anything to you and me.

Slowly the presence of your charm and wits greet me.
Rapidly my heart beats exposing my feelings.

Eloquent writings you produced infected her.
Dull voice of the past and I sunk between it.

They convinced me,
As you stand in there with a smirk painted behind the smile,
The mirror image of myself,
Will reflects me to you.

The vicinity of your existence invited my fears.
How much more am I obliged to hear.
Preferences and specifications.
Am I allowed to rephrase my words?

<3

Evig Pint

Yes I have listening to a lot of foreign bands now.

I couldn't really understand it but hey that is when google saves you.

The conversation between me and Davit Mitchell would be fun since we both have no clue on popular music.

Old and new.

:(

La Nuit!

Je respire l'air doux de la cite
Cité, cité ah-ah

On circule aux couleurs des néons
Néons, néons ah-ah
Je m'imagine dans un film Français
Français, Français ah-ah
Dans cette foutue mercedes blanche
Dans cette foutue mercede ess


La nuit cette nuit, oh nuit oh la nuit sans fin

Minuit j'suis si high à la party
Party, party ah-ah
Le mix de gel-vodka et le beat
Le beat, le beat ah-ah
Tu flashes sur ce balcon de Paris
Paris, Paris ah-ah
Et m'excites avec ton look risqué
Tu m'excites avec ton look


La nuit cette nuit, oh nuit oh la nuit sans fin


Cherche la tombe de Gainsbourg à six heures
Six heures, six heures ah-ah
Nos coeurs cocaine à Montparnasse
Coca, coca ah-ah
On assassine un de ses airs
ses airs, ses airs ah-ah
Joue à cache cache avec le matin
Jouons à cache cache


La nuit cette nuit, oh nuit oh la nuit sans fin

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It's french obviously.

And as thick as I feel at the moment,

I can make up few words on what they are singing.

Oh Thanks _ for introducing this pretty interesting duo.

I have no knowledge in french so Atiqah help me out!

HAha

Shit or Yay?

I was watching The Boosh last night.
My eyes apparently were too caught up with what's under Vince's sleeve.
I let them roam around until they decided to glued it back to the actual show.
Then, I realized the thing under his sleeve is the exact same thing that I have been wearing for the last couple of years.
EXACTLY THE SAME ARM BAND.
It was... I don't know if I liked the fact that we're own the same thing but it was just too weird.
It was the same fucking shit.
I couldn't remember where I got that but we shop at almost the same place so there could be a possibility of me bumping into him some time ago where I might called him a twat.

There's always a possibility.
I never had plan on marrying him so there's no need to make a shrine for it.
;p

Ace!

It has only been not more than 72 hours but he managed to make me take him to my conscience.

The special alarm system and constant checking and re-checking will not do this effect.

Probably the chubby cheeks and Hitlers' haircut.

What an ace...

Couldn't it be more obvious that _ is almost the person I have always think about being with.
He's fantastic because he's in a lot of way similar to my own self.
Well obviously he's different than me in many ways too.

If you could find a person who's exactly what you wanted, you are either
1) Completely mad
or
2) Delusional

The flip flap I bought wasn't as cute as I thought it would be.
It's irratating quite a bit since it doesn't really flap.


'Punctuation would love to be your friend but you didn't allow it'

'They would say it like "Get over it, sir....... Fuck off, sir".'

- That made my day. Thank you youtube viewer commenting on a silly arse and _ ;p

If You Were There.

The arrival was greeted by both familiar and unfamiliar faces.
Stepping out of the car was the first step into realizing something new.
If you were there before the moment,
You would have understood that it wasn’t new.

The sun was not paying much attention to the sweats that was pretending to cleanse my body.
Nor has it showed some mercy on the small mourning child.
I was too ignorant to acknowledge his or her being.
It would have been different if I wasn’t standing between the dead.

Somber and darkness were absence during the procession.
Our homecoming might have replaced the tears with cheers.
I glanced to my surrounding with thoughts of those 6 feet under
Would the exchange of emotion be accepted by them?

They said she looked as appealing as a bride waiting to be given off by her family.
Their words uttered didn’t make sense to me as I was never a visitor to their world.
If you were there before the moment,
You would have understood that it wasn’t what you had wanted in the first place.

Now that the living has long left your memory.

I'll keep you in mine.

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This was supposed to be something remotely serious but you left me doing this shit for a while.
But I'll carry on ;p
He's in Daventry now (If you know what I'm talking about)
;p

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Note: Those above are not related to each other

ThisMay

Just when the thought of me being able to do something without an indefinite pause pass.
I realized it is impossible for me to not be distracted by the littlest things.
Hey I enjoy the sound of heavy machinery more than crazy birds chirping.
I hate birds and they hate me.
Consensus between us is as strong as the world strongest man.

I am currently trying to focus on completing my statement of application.
Not that I am aware of the fact that t is unlikely that I will be accepted.
Well I don't believe my results will qualifies my own self of their attention.
It's quite hard to explain yourself by just narrating your words behind the canvas.
Challenging it is, but that is what life is about eh?

I know for a fact that there will always be something else that comes up once I am in the privilage of enjoying the company of the one I have yearn for.
It's like when I could finally indulge myself with the image of a fit undercover agent on tv, Noel comes in the form of another interesting show.
Ah life will always be that way.
You'll get tons of it when you already have one, but there's not even a dust when you need one.
Like Alex said 'They always offer when there's loads of love around, when you're short of some there's no where to be found'

I hope Alex will not turn into some prick since he had just move with his fit lady to The City.

Noel Fielding

Is a genius.

Comically that is.
He is funny and I must say quite attractive.
Ahh too much of NMTB will do this type of damage to your head.

I miss too many people until I can't even make up any name.

Garfield is a prick.

This current entry will never shove away the prospect of being the only one who clearly accepts the fact that you can never love something.

It’s no rocket science.
There is no room to claim that the idea is vague.

A crystallize difference between love and like is that loving something is socially acceptable as it creates a whole new idea on marketing products. On the other hand liking something is described as an excuse to socially isolate yourself from the indignified norms of everyday culture. Who coined these anyway?

I have recently taught myself that it is easy to forget something. However, it is no easy-bake oven when it comes to releasing the memory of how the parallel objects come about.

Why do I bother wasting the power of my fingers in tapping these magical buttons as it spell words I could never say? Honestly, I myself have yet to unveil the answer.

I like many things but I don’t have a broad and audience-impressive knowledge on it.
I dislike a lot of things because it is palpable I have not learned about others yet.

The Beast

Is My New Favourite Show.

:p

Mickey Mouse Has Giant Ears.

You can never be too careful.
No matter how precise your plan is,
It will always crumbles up when your eyes weren’t glued to it.
Perhaps a line of ingenious clarity might have worked.

More than once have I told myself, and others.
So not to be blamed for when it goes wrong.
Never once could I see it coming.
But dear how does feeling signals its’ homecoming.

I could wash the emotions off my face.
Join the circus to hide the despair.
Make up lies to replace the clingy-dreams.
Or play the puppet they’ve long keen on seeing.

In turmoil or fear,
Can I ever survive?
Without the familiar beeping noise,
And the constant surprise.

No Mitchell or Webb,
Can outwit the trap.
But perhaps, perhaps.
It might have worth a crack.

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I have when the telly lied on how olive oil will make you look good.
Damn imaginative tramps!

Greetings from 12th storey bookshelf

Okay it wasn't that tall of a bookshelf.

I got two new seemingly brilliant books.
No clue on how famous the writers are but doesn't seem to interest me.
The two lovely covered materials are 'Never Trust A Rabbit' By Jeremy Dyson and 'The Colour Of Memory' By Geoff Dyer.
I wonder if Geoff is related to Danny Dyer.
;p

I know it's going to be a relatively interesting course of reading them both.
It is sad though they are not my favourite writers.
Not that because they're poor in writing but I just don't like picking up favourite writers.
Anticipation always has its' way of beating you up.

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A regular trip from Bayswater to Richmond makes more sense to me than an unusual and relentless trip to the bathroom.
I hate how ideas always pop up at a wrong time of the day.

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Oh the guy from _____ store owes me a pair of shoes.
Of course that was 4 years ago.
Damn moving pins of the clock!

Practice! Practice! Practice!

Flourescent adolescent...

Greets You Like A Naughty Mate

The Monkeys has suggested that it is temptation.
Though, I think temptation greets you like a fat mate.
I mean, at the moment I feel the temptation has been calling me like his fat mate.
Devouring any kind of good and bad food for 2 weeks now.

Wait, who are they to label whether it is a good or bad food?!

Classify me as a lazy-bum playing songs no one would ever want to hear.
Truth is, no one could give a damn about it since no man really know I could actually placed bassie on my lap or even hang it around my neck.
The thought of it might frighten them since the heavy bassie could break my neck.
Even Liam was puzzled when I asked for it.

It does hurt sometimes,
Since my small frame often lose to it.
It is a bit of an adventure I reckon.

I have been on break for 2weeks now.
Nothing fun.
Watching re-runs on the net and bow down to temptation.
It is fun to not do anything but it bores you after 20 seconds of enjoying it.

I do though, miss all the people I have hang around with.
A call or texts won't feel like a real meet-up.
Ahhh...

It's coooooool

Older, wiser, feeling glee?
None of these were in the feel list.

Bummer it is as I spend the first hour of (D)B-Day eating chips, chocolate in a hotel room watching two funky kids getting married (How I met Your Mother).
It was flattering to have received texts wishing me but those I wanted to open failed to be delivered.

A fact it is since I have plastered the image of ‘no celebration/party’ onto myself but the least of acknowledgement should do.

Ah at least a new downloaded records are playing.