I wanted to blog about Singapore Idol. About how it made Singaporeans of different races more conncected than before and about how unfair this whole competition is and its racist nature and its original purpose and objective. But now, scrape this whole idea.
Because you came to my mind.
This morning, you were there.
You were just standing there, in your usual flamboyant make-up but I just walked past.
I pretended to be chatting with val very enthusiastically.
I pretended to not notice you.
