Bee

[Shoubidou shoubidou wap Cry-Babyyyyy]


[I'm burning inside to touch you baby.]






Cry Baby:
Well...
One for all, and all for one,
An' all we want to do is have some fun.
Squares beware of our property,
Coz if your looking to rumble,
then your looking at me.

[Chorous]

Cry Baby:
Coz I'm the King

All:
King Cry Baby

Cry Baby:
I'm the King

All:
King Cry Baby

Cry Baby:
I'm the King

All:
King Cry Baby

Cry Baby:
The King Cry Baby with a tear in my eye.
And if you mess with this King,
Your gonna cry baby, cry-a-baby, cry-a-baby,
cry-a-baby, Wooo!

Cry Baby:
Well...
I was born on the wrong side of the tracks,
Backseat behind the school in a Cadillac.
I had my first cigarette before I could walk,
And I was strummin' this guitar before I could talk.

[Chorus]

Cry Baby:
Well...
I'm a lonely King who needs a Queen,
Yeah, your sweetest lump of sugar that I've ever seen.
I aint got a ring or crown for you,
But if i had your love... I'd loose the Cry Baby blues.

All:
She's the Queen,
She's the Queen,
She's the Queen.

Allison:
Well...
Let people talk I don't care,
Let me prove to you daddy that I aint no Square.

Cry Baby:
You be my Queen and I'll be your King,
Yeah, but if you leave me hive,
your gonna feel my sting.

Cry Baby:
Coz your the Queen

All:
Queen Cry Baby

Allison:
Your the King

All:
King Cry Baby

Cry Baby + Allison:
The King and Queen

All:
Cry, Cry Babies

Cry Baby:
King Cry Baby with the Queen by my side.

Cry Baby + Allison:
But if you mess with this King,
Your gonna cry baby, cry-a-baby, cry-a-baby,
cry.
Cry baby, cry-a-baby, cry-a-baby,
cry.
Cry baby, cry-a-baby, cry-a-baby,
cry.

Cry Baby:
A King Cry Baby with the Queen by my side.

Cry Baby + Allison:
But if you mess with this King,
Your gonna cry baby, cry-a-baby, cry-a-baby,
cry.
Cry baby, cry-a-baby, cry-a-baby,
cry.
Cry baby, cry-a-baby, cry-a-baby,
cry.
Cry baby, cry-a-baby, cry-a-baby,
cry.

Grande découverte cinématographique :p

Dvd pretté par Ikeda (prof Coréen de Japonais) à Nikita (étudiante d'échange Indienne au Japon, repartie chez elle mnt :'( ), et qui me l'a pretté avant de repartir...

Original disons :D

Sceptique avant de le regarder, emballée pdt et folle après! J'adore! :D Excellent ce film! xD

Jhoom Barabar Jhoom

Ticket to hollywood

Kiss of love

Bol na halke halke

I think this is one of my favorites, but I have many more to read hihi (Quel truc d'associale hein? Je me suis levee a 5h30 du matin ajd pour avoir le temps d'en imprimer pour les lire dans le train...)


The little things, by Calli Thaala.


"Carl?" The voice was tentative, uncertain, causing me to turn towards him, frowning in concern. "How do you know if you're in love?"

Maybe it was because he knew it was not an easy question, or maybe he feared I wouldn't answer if he made a nuisance of himself, but Pete didn't push for an immediate answer, instead waiting in silence as I contemplated his question. Finally, after what must have felt like forever to poor impatient Peter, I cleared my throat and offered a weak, "You know because... It's just... you just do, you know?" He frowned and I immediately felt guilty for my inadequate cop-out answer. "Come on, Bilo, you know what I mean. You've been in love."

"I don't know if I have," he admitted, staring out the window, deep in thought. "I've had loads of girls, yeah, and several boys too," he ignored me as I fidgeted, suddenly uncomfortable with where this was going, "and I've loved every single one of them-"

"Well," I said, letting out a breath of relief. "there you go. You have-"

"You're not listening," he chastised, and I fell silent again. "I said I've loved them, but how do I know if I was in love with any of them?" He turned towards me, his eyes finally revealing just how much this was bothering him. "How do you know when you're in love with someone?"

"Well," I started, looking up thoughtfully. "I want to be around them all the time, even when we're fighting, and when I'm not, I'm thinking about them. But it's not like... It's not like your obsession with Morrissey. I... I think about their happiness, worrying all the time that there could be something I should be doing to make them happier, and I try to do all the little things I know they like, and stop doing all the little things I know they hate. It's in those little things, like buying their favourite biscuits even though they're twice as expensive as the others, just in case they stop by for tea, or giving them the seat away from the draughty window even though they've been inside all day and I've just come in from the rain. I'd let them have the last fag because they look like they could use one, even though I know I won't be able to get a new pack until tomorrow. I'd let them watch their stupid American soap drama even though my team's in the finals and playing at the same time it's on. I'd hold them while they cry, even if I didn't understand what was wrong. It's in the little things you find yourself knowing, like how they take their tea, what they're likely to order at a restaurant, and that the blue mug is their favourite because their great-grandfather made it. It's letting them pick the movie, even though you know they'll pick that new chick flick starring that actor you can't stand. It's inviting their mate you can't stand to a party because you know it'll make them smile. It's making them chicken soup when they're sick and saying you don't feel like going out when you do because they look knackered. It's putting up with silly scented soaps in the bathroom and kitchen towels that match the tiling. It's giving them your coat when they're cold even though you're cold too, because their comfort means more to you than your own. It's like... you remember when I loaned that one girl my favourite book and she returned it a week later, half-chewed by the dog and practically dripping tea and I didn't strangle her? Or the time I took that girl out to the country for a dinner picnic and stargazing and you teased me for a week later because I didn't try anything? I didn't because I didn't want her thinking that's all I was interested in, that I hadn't done it just because I knew she'd enjoy it. Or that time I- are you listening?"

"Yeah," he replied distractedly. "I was just thinking about making tea. You want some?"

"Yeah, sure. D'we have-"

"Earl Grey? Yeah, we do." He smiled suddenly. "You want that with a spot of milk and a sugar?"

"I don't take sugar," I said, shaking my head.

"Of course you do," he argued, baffled at my denial. "You always refuse the sugar, but you stir your milk in and take a sip from the spoon and grimace and take the sugar when you think I'm not looking." He stood, flashing me a smug grin, and pulled the blanket close around my shoulders before I could protest the removal of his body heat. He disappeared into the kitchen, emerging a few minutes later with two tea cups precariously perched on a plate, a tape held close under his arm and a tin of biscuits in his other hand.

"What's that?" I nodded in the direction of the tape as I took my thankfully unspilled tea.

"Mary Poppins," he replied cheerfully.

"Since when do we own Mary Poppins?" I asked, frowning in bewilderment as I tried to recall purchasing it.

"Since this afternoon," he shifted uneasily, obviously hiding something. I was about to question him when he noticed the look on my face and quickly clarified, "Oh, no, I didn't nick it! Promise. I traded Steve. He'd never seen The Aristocats, so I figured we'd swap for a bit, give him a chance to see it, yeah?"

"Pete," I pointed out slowly. "The Aristocats is your favourite movie. You watch it at least once a day and you know it'll take at least a week to get it back from Steve, if you ever do."

"Yeah," he agreed, not quite meeting my eyes as he reached over and grabbed the extra blanket before resuming his seat, "but this is your favourite, yeah? And I thought we could maybe watch it tonight. I mean," he hurriedly explained, "I know it's Friday and all, but you've been so tired lately, and I just thought that maybe-"

"No, Pete, it's good. That's exactly what I want to do tonight," I assured.

"Yeah?" he asked, suddenly grinning shyly.

"Yeah," I grinned back and popped in the tape.

~~~~~

I switched it off an hour later. I nudged Pete, but he just shifted in his sleep, curling closer, head lolling at a dangerous angle against my shoulder. I prodded him again, but he remained blissfully oblivious, dead to the world, so I resigned myself to a night spent on the sofa. The second blanket had found its way to the floor just out of my reach, so I spread the one he'd wrapped around me over the both of us. I had just stretched across him, reaching for the light switch, when I caught his sleepily mumbled words. I kissed his forehead, smiling at his contented sigh, and whispered, "Yeah, I'm in love with you too, Bilo."

You make me up when I feel down.