FLASH FLOODS.

AS I STUMBLED UP ELIZABETH STREET, I PEERED UP INTO THE SKY, AND WHAT DID I SEE, A HAND FULL OF PEOPLE WHO WERE POINTING A LAUGHING.

THAT WAS THE DAY I FOUND THEIR HIDE AWAY.

STREET ART. I LOVE YOU.

ghostpatrol, you amaze and inspire me.

GHOSTPATROL FLICKR.

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erm so it's back to school i go tomorrow.

holiday homework, i didn't even see you.

social life was dismal, but bearable.

and the thought of only one more term is out of this world.

i did however achieve a quite decent photo shoot with my brothers band.

hello band.

Gabe, Dave, Sam and Oliver.

white blank page.

Pouvez-vous coucher à côté d'elle
Et donnez-lui votre cœur, votre cœur
En plus de votre corps
Et pouvez-vous coucher à côté d'elle
Et avouer ton amour, ton amour
Ainsi que votre folie
Et pouvez-vous mettre à genoux devant le roi
Et dire que je suis propre, je suis propre

Mais dites-moi maintenant, où est ma faute
En vous aimer de tout mon coeur
Oh dis-moi maintenant, où est ma faute
En vous aimer de tout mon coeur

Une page blanche vierge
et un gonflement rage, la rage
Vous ne pensiez pas
quand tu m'as envoyé
au bord, au bord
Vous avez voulu mon attention
mais il a nié mes affections, mes affections

Alors dis-moi maintenant, où est ma faute
En vous aimer de tout mon coeur
Oh dis-moi maintenant, où est ma faute
En vous aimer de tout mon coeur

Aah, aah ...
Conduis-moi à la vérité et je
vous suivre avec toute mon mensonge
Conduis-moi à la vérité et je
vous suivre avec toute mon mensonge
Aah, aah ...

me and my stupidity.

album for a sunday morning: no angel DIDO or a bit of the old COLDPLAY. to be blatantly honest, i have never been a massive fan of DIDO, but ever since i raided my dad's burnt cd collection and found her cd i haven't been able to put it down. no angel, combined with a pot of freshly brewed tea all ways goes down well.

memory of my childhood: me; age 3 kidnapping my little brother; baby born seized, from his cot and mum going bizerk at the fact that her newly born has gone missing, in a two story house.

way to channel your inner dag: to be honest, i'm not too sure if this is daggy or not, but you can always find me in my bedroom in stockings and my brothers overly large jumpers, dancing to either jamiroquai or the corrs.

fictional character: cher horowitz in clueless, she owned so many god dam clothes.

chocolate product: i have been a nuttela addict for half my life. there is no such thing as 'too much nuttela'.