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The Ballerina
The Ballerina
About me

In a place, where it was bordered on both ends by hedge.Suddenly, I could feel something glinting on the corner of my left eye. I rolled my eyes to the left. Then, I found an ornate mirror. Looking into the mirror, I saw my reflections. Into my eyes, I saw my past. My beautiful past.


My speech
Don't complain with what i blog about, cuz it's my blog, not yours. If you don't want to read this, don't waste time, click the red X button at the top right corner of the internet explorer.

My Loves
The things I truly adore

dance; ballet, on ice
gossip girl
music
my violin Rumy
ipod kpod
couture, cosmetics, heels
the bffaes, you know you love me
I am the lily of the valley <3

Cries
Things which makes me indignant.

Insects
Shitty people & things

Talkings
Talk here.





Archives
My footsteps

♥January 2007
♥February 2007
♥March 2007
♥April 2007
♥May 2007
♥July 2007
♥August 2007
♥September 2007
♥October 2007
♥November 2007
♥December 2007
♥January 2008
♥February 2008
♥March 2008
♥April 2008
♥May 2008
♥June 2008
♥July 2008
♥August 2008
♥September 2008
♥October 2008
♥November 2008
♥August 2009
♥September 2009

Affiliates
BYEBYE

Fiona Linn Donoven Eenette Eunice C Chloe Anni Kathy Amanda Tai tell me if you wanna be linked

Music
Lalalala




Credits
Don't delete this part.

x o x o


Thursday, April 26, 2007
My beautiful past. I was once a ballerina.

i'm blogging after more than a month! that is faaaascinating ehmm quote zann (x
they finally changed seats! although i miss natalie and her drawing as well as anqi with her lameness but i'm glad that i am sitting with zann and zhiqi or namely, the Zs (:
i am super extra cuz my name doesn't start with a z (: what a pity ):

got back chem results which i do not want to talk about. but thank god i got at least a borderline 3.6 which seriously needs improvement. and graded assignment was just nonsensical.

had health check up and realised that my forward bend gave me a stupid positive 2 degrees and got scolded for not sitting properly for the past few months. right now, i'm sitting with my chest stuck out and i look like ____ who i shall not mention. those who know, you know. those who don't... well... you don't
thankfully, they didn't take height and weight. so all the water that i drank before it just came out as nothing. lin's hairband didn't really help but its ok (:

henry park kids are naughty! haha i guess i was worse than them when i was in p6 too. but they don't listen to us! there is this boy who licks paper according to liting, and another boy who ended up crying because he wanted to go home so badly and i realised that girls were the only sane beings around here in earth. sighh

commonwealth essay. oh dear. let's not talk abourrit

i have a headache. must be from 4 days of no breakfast and no sleep.
everyday, you piss me off like that and it seriously annoys me a lot. will you just shut up for once and keep some things to yourself coz other people don't need to know it? will you please quit whining and complaining? for once? it's seriously for your own good
god i realised that i have to do a plan for a short story. but wo mei you inspiration. for once, don't correct me even if i'm wrong cuz i'm just screwed up.
we are so screwed up. asshole lahh