When the sun comes down
When the rain wash away
All the hopes I can bring
To another day, another day

When your trees start to sway
And the wind makes them move

I can tell that
You don't know

i borrowed the Salwar Kameez (or Panjabi, dont know how to spell) from SueAnn, just for tomorrow's Racial Harmony Day's celebration. im gonna be an all-pink-arse tomorrow manz. rrrrrr.
i looked like some neh neh belly dancer when i tried it on just now because of my cross-neck undergarment i was wearing. the top is like, totally, damn, frikin translucent can? lol. so imma wear a pink spag inside tomorrow. WARRGH, PINK.

i had a phobia of the colour Pink ever since i was traumatised by a group of fugly ah-lians and minahs walking down Orchard Road clad in pink tops or mini skirts along with pink hairbands or clips. not that im good-looking, i had to say they are fugly as they are neither not-good-looking nor ugly so yeah.
not to mention nice.

i liked the colour.
used to be one of my faves.
too bad, sad case.

the costume is kinda big, so yeah.
prepare to see Fiona in a baggy Indian costume.


noigiler emas eht morf ro loohcs morf enoemos esoohc ot retteb ti si
hgis em rof tluciffid lla ti gnikam sti


im lazy to do homework.
argh.