This week's been really... tiring for me. Exam period, as I am typing now, my econ prelim's tomorrow... 

Thus, when i'm stressed... i play the guitar.

This is me with my latest guitar, an SX Custom Handmade Semi-Acoustic with cutaway. Plays like a dream, low, LOW action... hahaz, intending to sell it.

Anyway, this song, I dedicate to SIM Students' Christian Fellowship (CF), for all the support, all the love and friendships, all the fun we have together ^^ God bless for the UOL peeps taking their prelims, the RMIT peeps and their never-ending projects, and UB peeps for whatever you have ^^ take care guys!

Jason Mraz - A Beautiful Mess

You’ve got the best of both worlds
You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you’re needy,
Humble but you’re greedy
Based on your body language,
your shouted cursive I’ve been reading
You’re style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is

Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you can call it fiction
‘Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
‘Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they’re quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There’s no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words that paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging

And it’s a beautiful mess, yes it is
It’s like, we are picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And the kind and courteous is a life I’ve heard
But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt
Cause here, here we are, Here we are

Here we are x7

We're still here

And what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes

And through timeless words in priceless pictures
We’ll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it’s nice today, oh the wait was so worth it