Starbucks

I’m at Starbucks, Clarke Quay and I refuse to budge my flat ass elsewhere although I should be leaving, because this is the first time I’ve gotten a seat with those power plugs. I don’t want to give up my seat to some poor student who needs it for their laptops, where the important documents that would save their asses in school need attenton. I SIMPLY REFUSE!!!

Ok, I wasn’t serious about the last part cos I don’t see any students. Even if I do, I might not give them my seat cos I want to busk in my ever first SOFA SEAT WITH POWER PLUG triumph.

Time to go, bye y’all! Mug hard for examssssss.

Tugging at my heart strings, I’m your Pinocchio.
Your causal, my effect.

Felt like this some time before,
this palpitation had never gone away.

Every eyelid that needs to shut, it opens me up again,
Where is my lover?

“Wait, they don’t love you like I love you.”
Familiar, I say the same now. Today. Tomorrow.

Skips a beat, every beat, and it’s all for you.
I’m your fool.

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Fantastic weekend

Good fun with my siblings and Rock Band, not much studying done (screw you, 201 & 203), quality time with my favouritestest boy in the whole wide world, tight hugs and goodbyes until we see each other again.

I could live my life like this every day.

To cut or not to cut?

To cut… or not to cut? That is the question.