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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


Sunday, November 04, 2007
My beautiful past. I was once a ballerina.

two-oh-oners y'all are the best
coz we won NET CARN oh my freak
anyway, i really love 20107 and it is really sad that we only bonded after exams ))))))))))):
gonna miss you loads guys.. but the last day of school didn't even feel like the last day of school
i thought i was going to cry buckets, but everyone kind of went out after getting back their oh-so-high gpas.
however, that is not the point.
i <3>
speaking of 201, this brings me back my niner memories. we were like super glued together (: i had lots of fun times with niners too!!

ballet on saturday was a killer
and there are two new people in my class now and one of them is an ex-gymnast (what the..?)
so she is flex-er than i am. yiikes
thank god we didn't do developpes or else i would have died, really
ms chiam did like 40 min of floorwork (without stretching, phew)
and the dance is just incredible
fiona! crazy girl, always poke my hand, slap my hand. i wanna go out with you!!
came home, watched tv

twilight rocks!! lin, you better not yellow it bcoz if you do i will like murder you kayy
new moon is o-kay. edward left bella!! i was so sad i almost cried. and bella was like..??

and the lion fell in love with the lamb. what a sick, masochistic lion.


i keep trying to tell myself that i'm just not meant to be one, and that i will never become one. sometimes, "it's ok" doesn't work when things really are not okay.

wanting too much is not a sin, no, it isn't. isn't it?
this ain't a fair world.