Saturday, March 17, 2007

Finley Quaye & WIlliam Orbit - DICE

I was crying over you
I am smiling I think of you
Where your gardens have no walls

Breathe in the air if you care, you compare, don't say farewell
Nothing can compare
To when you roll the dice and you swear your love's for me
Nothing can compare
To when you roll the dice and you swear your love's for me

I was crying over you
I am smiling I think of you
Misty mornings and water fall

Breathe in the air if you care, you compare, don't say farewell
Nothing can compare
To when you roll the dice and you swear your love's for me
Nothing can compare
To when you roll the dice and you swear your love's for me
Nothing can compare
To when you roll the dice and you swear your love's for me

Virtuous sensibility
Escape velocity
Nothing can compare

To when you roll the dice and you swear your love's for me
Nothing can compare
To when you roll the dice and you swear your love's for me
Nothing can compare
To when you roll the dice and you swear your love's for me
Breathe in the air if you care, you compare, don't say farewell
Nothing.

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Mawia got me hooked since she asked about this song.

I love it too.

For some weird reason I dreamt I saw VJ.
When there's VJ, there'll be Angel.


And he was... gonna... rap... to some... R&B... uhh... song. Haha.
And we were his, supports O_O Along with alot of other, Indian boys.

Then I dreamt of Fai (???) He was working at this Catholic Church (?!)
He showed me a picture of this beautiful church (jaded-emerald-gold facade),
I asked where it is, he mentioned some weird place
and the name of the Catholic church was San Diego.

It happened to be his email add. For real. -_-

So yeah, he was working as some sorta orhanage volunteer at the church.
I remember Diyar & some other Malay dudes I used to see at poly were there too.
Helping out. Watching them play with the kids, making them laugh.
It was music to the ears.

I felt this awefully sweet warmth...

Thinking about it now... and I'm melting.

300 was, 2 hours of romance for me.

Sword strike of elegance...
The thrust of his spear...
The grace of blood...
Strong wield of shield...
His cocky humour reminded me...
And all over again.

Good luck to me.

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