Wazzzzzaaaaaa? In the wee hours in the morning. 04:23hrs; sleeping time? Poster is not done yet. My eyes are giving way.

Good night (for me.) And of course good morning to the rest. Wish me luck for exams tomorrow.

Fuck school already!

No one ever really care about how I feel, what I need, what I am thinking, how I am. Nobody. What is it that separates me and the rest of them? What privileges are they entitled to? Is it possible to even buy them? Sometimes, I can be undeniably egoistic as fuck. Cold and heartless. But guess what.. Surprisingly I do have a thing… an object… just something…

called HEART.

!

I would love to lick their backs while having mine done.

(I am secretly harbouring a fantasy of scarification aka skin carving)

Ahhhhhh… Lovely.

You only see what your eyes want to see How can life be what you want it to be You’re frozen When your heart’s not open

You’re so consumed with how much you get You waste your time with hate and regret You’re broken When your heart’s not open

[Chorus:]

Mmmmmm, if I could melt your heart Mmmmmm, we’d never be apart Mmmmmm, give yourself to me Mmmmmm, you hold the key

Now there’s no point in placing the blame And you should know I suffer the same If I lose you My heart will be broken

Love is a bird, she needs to fly Let all the hurt inside of you die You’re frozen When your heart’s not open

[chorus] [verse] [chorus, repeat]

If I could melt your heart

Is there any cool place to hang out in Singapore that includes Jamiroquai as part of the play-list? Seriously?