R a i n b o w :  Y E L L O W

The colour yellow makes me smile, even before Coldplay penned their song.

Perhaps it's over exposure to all those yellow 'smiley' faces you see on message boards and the emoticons you use in the various instant messenger services. What would we do without them though? :) and :lol: just doesn't have the same effect as and now do they?

Sunflowers also happen to be my favourite flowers, seeing those vibrant yellow petals never fails to cheer me up. I got a bunch of 16 for my 16th birthday. 18 for my 18th birthday. 21 of them my 21st birthday…I can't wait til I turn 50.

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow

Loyalty

Instead of having dancing backpacks, or drawstring bags, we used to use those sewing boxes to put all our dancing stuff in. It was so much easier to throw stuff into this box than fold everything nice and neatly, I've never been one to keep things orderly.Everyone else had pink and blue boxes, and not wanting to be a lemming, I hunted around for a different colour. At least I wouldn't get my pretty pastel yellow box confused with someone else's.

I still have the box, and even though the yellow has faded and the stickers I put on it are long gone, it makes me realise that even though everything eventually becomes obsolete, it doesn't mean they're loved any less.

I came along,
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

Rewards

I get embarrassed so easily when people give me compliments, I blush and get all self conscious. But deep down I do like seeing something come out of the hard work I put in. I always got a kick out of getting given those star stickers on my school work when I was younger. Man, I was such a dork. That's probably why I've kept all my trophies and medals. The top shelf of our bookshelf is getting weighed down, and you can see it slightly curve due to the weight.

The shiny, imitation gold plated trophies are starting to loose their shine now, but the sense of satisfaction I felt when winning them hasn't. Narcissistic much? Maybe it's time to put them away.

I swam across,
I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
'Cos you were all yellow

Faith

Our parish church used to be painted a hideous yellow and purple, with equally hideous green carpet. Despite going to mass every week I never got over just how, well, ugly, the church was. I spent more time looking at the walls rather than listening to what the Priest was saying.

Luckily they've built a new church and so I pay attention now.

I drew a line,
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

Caring

When I was little my dad was the one who stayed home and looked after me, which probably explains the close relationship we have. I resented him for a while when he went back to work and I was shafted to a babysitter.

He hates it when I talk about moving out of home and having a life of my own. I pity the poor guy who I end up with because he'll have a mammoth task convincing my dad that his little girl is not running away with some 'punk'.

Anyway, my dad used to have a yellow polo shirt he wore around the house. I still remember the times when he would read to me wearing the shirt, the times when we'd watch cartoons together and the times when he'd give me hugs and soothe away my tears in that yellow shirt. The shirt he'd then have to wash afterwards because it got all snotty. Heh. Apparently when we used to eat and the meat was really tough he'd have to chew it a bit and then give it to me because I couldn't do it on my own. I nearly died when my mum mentioned that in her speech at my 21st. But it's nice to have childhood memories like that.

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do