Summer days in Paris are long and warm, where the metros can get hot and sweaty (not unlike the cramped up LRT's in Malaysia).. which btw boys.. if u clean-shave your armpits, makes you the most beautiful thing on earth. :). But despite the heat Paris is as always, magical as it has always have been. This time i guess i got to visit a bit more of of this city then my first visit here 6 years ago. True to its name, Paris is the epitome of romance...
Im in Colchester at the moment, enjoying a bit of outside-London air. Suprisingly what I noticed first thing about this pretty little town is that its full of mat salleh's, you know.. oraeng putaehh, which is so different compared to London which is just filled with foreigners.
You know what? when i first stepped into London, I realised that I have missed it to bits. You cant even fathom the feelings of longing i have for this city. Like a lover, I dont miss it only for its beauty and charms but its little insecurities.. its tiny imperfections. I miss running, scampering for the red busses, trying not to be late to class. I miss the pushing and shoving in the tube during peak hours. I miss the busy Oxford Street and its multi coloured people. I miss the parks and little markets full of interesting trinkets. And i miss the ananomity of being nobody.. and not having a care in the world. I miss just being here and just being me.
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Have u ever wondered why white noise is called white noise? Why isnt it called black noise? or brown noise for that matter? Ahhh... scientists are soo rascists.
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