Whatever I do now, just seems wrong to them. The cups that are left lying around MUST have been mine. Well, even if I DON'T drink soft drinks. Oh, no, it has to be mine. So tell me, have I been wrongly accused or not? And just cause I locked my room door it has to be made a big deal. It's my room, my mess. And oh, my stuff.

Just didn't feel like going home straight, so went to Marina and the usual Esplanade to chill. Unfortunately, Esplanade was blocked everywhere due to the preparations for the IMF thingy, so we sat at the other end nearer to the merlion. With the winds blowing in our faces, I felt so serene and at peace. Totally diverted my messed up mind to somewhere between the stars and the skies. Sang Malay slow jiwang songs from the glorified 80s and early 90s, from the likes of Blackrose, Mega, Medicine, wat have u. Surprised I can still remember some of the lyrics!

This is good therapy for the mind. For me at least.

Ok now back to work. Urgh.

And she waves goodbye...

5:04 am