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.

It was not as it was used to be

To look back in time.
To look deep into the past.
Not only had I found myself trapped inside dilemmas
I found myself the key to the one living inside me.

2 feet tall and my mom showed me the way.
The way most walk-men cripple to get there.
Pride and generous in space provide a sense of being.
To only those who managed to leave others behind.

It was back then when I said to myself,
‘I will someday trim the shrub and sleep inside the place’.
It was not just a dream for me,
It was a game.

That was approximately 10 years ago.

Now, looking back without regret.
I now see myself contradicting with my former past.
The place I long for is no longer in my check-list.
The game I once wished to enter will never be applied.

Can it be more obvious.

Being a failure to a repetitive exposure of stress and ugliness is not something new that I have to chew.

I've let you down by being cold.

It was never part of my plan and will never be.

Almost There.

Where to when you are safe here.

Affections Attacks!

It is no rocket science to figure out how those damn arrows could easily pierce your heart.
No pleasant feeling can make the thought better.
No sir, it wasn’t what I wanted.
Certainly I’ve been long waiting for it arrival
But can’t it arrive in a well manner.

Undesirable is a message to let us know it is exactly what we will desire for.

Every words have tricks up on its’ sleeve.
It is palpable how we have all been tricked.
They’re cunning, witty but charming.
They’re fast, slow and warm.

Affection has taken its’ toll on me.
How much more could I ever asked?

It is hard to believe I am destined to be walking under the brisk dark cloud.

For a while I though I would be dancing with corals and daisies,
But clearly I was wrong.
If I could go back to where I would have avoid bumping into an unwelcome luck,
This might not be written at the moment.

It was unfair to come to think of it.
I could do well in failing everything but it never stops there.
It clings on my back to make sure I would have let my limbs hangs in the air,
It would have applause to the joy of my vision of tears.

Over the past few months,
All I did was only creating a dramatic waiting, a short but an ingenious story.
Was a bit of laughter and red cheeks as the story passed to one another.
Accident, kayaking flip flops and the brave bungee jumper phone.

I could have sworn on the fact that I had never caused as much troubles to those around me.
Can’t be too sure, can we?
Fake cries and laughter can replace my expression easily,
But bad luck sewn onto my silhouette is far too hard for me to try to detach.

Turn ON Your Lights Today If You Care

I am proud to state that I will not be following billions of people in the Earth Hour program today.

To begin with, I don’t believe in this idea.
In a short momentum, it’ll works.
For the long run, it will be defeated by the mass-consumption of electricity and others that have been primary contributors to the wreckage of Mother Nature.
I have my own beliefs and ideas on ways to slowly save our environment.
Does it make me a selfish individual for not listening to the ‘Environmental-Friendly’ idea?

I turn on the machine that gives me a cold breeze because of your bright ideas.
I want green, you want grey.
I yearn for strong tranquillity; you earn prides from your tall steels.

If you think this symbolic idea will wipe the tears of our ancestors,
Then I must’ve fallen long before it surfaces.

The Bakery

I wish you would've smiled in the bakery

Or sat on a tetty settee

At a mutual friend's gathering and

The more you keep on looking

The more it's hard to take

Love, we're in stalemate

To never meet is surely where we're bound

There's one in every town

It's there to grind you down

I wish I would've seen you in the post office

Well maybe I did and I missed it

Too busy with the mind on clever lines

Why not the rounders pitch or the canteen,

You're slacking, love, where have you been?

Just had to go and wait until tonight

So give me the invite

Don't worry it's alright

I wish I would've seen you down in the arcade

Sipping on a lemonade

In a paper cup, and chewing on the straw

And I wish I'd seen you in the bakery,

But if I'd seen you in the bakery

You probably wouldn't've seen me

Arctic Monkeys

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This is absolutely my favourite song.
I chew on the straw almost everytime I catch the presence of it.
Hee and that's what makes the song even better.

I adore this song because,
It always occur to me that half of the people around me have crossed my path in the past.
Maybe I might have bump into the person who is always in the class with me,
and maybe I might have laughed at the clumsy kid who is now my roommate.
Interesting enough to puzzle your mind.

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I wish I had seen you before.

Then it might have ended better than this.

While you are slurring on the line,

I hope you would've thought about it too.

Then maybe you would pick up the phone,

And start it all over again

Absolute Farewell.

I did not notice you leaving the room as I walk in.
Could we have exchange glances between it?
When I plaster all the thoughts into a picture,
I realise how short of an interval we had given to meet each others’ eyes again.
But that wasn’t the case.

It’s almost a season past since we had change expression.
It is obvious as I stand next to the mirror of your image,
Relentlessly imagining the same prospect of action you would have sent to me.
That you have long reached yourself.

I must admit I have never broken any bones for you
Or left puzzled by your words
Though it has pushed my feelings into the cave of fear.
Fear of missing you.

Daft Much?

I stumble onto a funny website.
I am not quite sure of the purpose, but it made my day.
It is actually http://www.whoohoo.co.uk/
A website that translates (funnily) english words into english dialects.
The scouse was a bit weird since I don't remember listening to some of them talking like that.
A pleasure to go and check the site though.
It's entertaining but even better if you have someone who can make fun out of it.

Moving on, I have important tasks for the next 2 weeks.
Tomorrow I will be presenting on the topic of Transboundary Pollution and on Monday, I will be debating (the final assessment).
It's a bit daunting just thinkng about it but I must pray for myself and my team, of course.
The week after next, exactly on Wednesday it will be the day of my speech.
Can't you tell how nervous I am even by reading this.
Then finally in 4 weeks time, the demon in everyone will comes out to eat us all.
Okay it's only my final exams.
Though I need to get 3.4 and above to make my inner self happy.
I have already waved my hands to Sheffield since I didnt do so well last semester.
Oh well.

I detests shopping in malls.
Well I am not too fond of shopping in the first place but malls flame the hatred even more.
I do adore vintage and rare stuffs but again there are always slags (celebrities/models) making it hard for me to admit my love for those perky fun stuffs.

I do though love strolling through shops in market.
Not the fish market but stuffs market.
Hee I am not sure if there’s some here.
Bicester Village has a lot to cater my preferences on clothing and such.
Oh and the market in Liverpool Street.
But nothing beats Camden market.
Oh how I wished I could build a place next to it.
It’s pretty eccentric plus spooky.

I want this house!

It's in Essex but who cares.

Hello little dreams and goodbye multi-cooperation suckers.

Haha

People always say ‘everybody change’
but no one does it better than you.
It’s not the matter of you taking your eyes off me.
It is the fact that you’ve vacant the lot I once stayed for someone new.

You were scared to move away from the spot I have always glued myself to.
You were trembling when I invited your warm self into my haven.
You deny my words while accepting others deceits.
But now you’ve move along the road far better than me.

I have once swim into those two cold eyes.
To catch a view of you looking at me.

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It is sad to see how one can influence others.

I hate you for telling me how I should throw myself into a pile of plastic tramp.

I hate you for letting me believe I wasn't as vain as you are.

I hate you for making me hate the fact that I was right all along.

I hate the fact you always tell people I lied to make myself special.

I hate you because only now you make me hate you.