Oh she'd lie on her bed
And stare into harsh white light
And think that her heart's not right
'Cause love took her hand like a thief
Took her heart like a robber
And the feelings that scare her
Become her relief
And stare into harsh white light
And think that her heart's not right
'Cause love took her hand like a thief
Took her heart like a robber
And the feelings that scare her
Become her relief
Woke late after watching TV 'til 3am ): Now I'm stuck with only the afternoon and evening left to shop for my Prom Dress.
The Internet is useless when it comes to giving tips. Or, maybe, I just don't know where to find 'em. Ah well. BFF and I have decided to go to some ulu place and find nice outfits. I certainly don't want to turn up looking like someone else in the SAME Daniel Yam piece. Fashion faux pas, major.
My brother is funny. He seems to always experience "wardrobe malfunctions", or so he puts it [: But, at least, he was quite a charm 2 years back during his Grad Night. Hah.
Oh, and this is so random but: I LOVE CHRYS MANY ♥!
Expect a double post today.