Woke up, rushed to Indian Music. Played with all my might. I can definetely say that today I kicked santoor. Highlight of the day- planning Fayza's wedding. Orange dress, orange cheesecake, orange headphones. And I GOT MY FIRST DEMERIT (because i didn't bring my book to class). Oh well. I will let my hair grow (as it is said in English, M. Chimney), go watch the games and be amazing and cheer for Woodstock, and love Hastika till my very last breath. And I will not let Gultaj bully me. And you, my MR. MIGNON will always take my breath away..
xoxo rj
6 comments:
n who is tht.......
who are YOU talking about??
oh man.. ORANGE!!! AWESUM... haha.. well.. wat can i say.. my wedding is gonna be orange.. yes... HELLL YA!!!!!!!
damn orange man......
screw this orange thing....
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