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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


Friday, February 15, 2008
My beautiful past. I was once a ballerina.

ZOMG NEXT WEEK IS E LEARNING
WHICH MEANS I CAN GO OUT WITH MAANS AFTER SCHOOL AND WATCH A MOVIE
AND THEN GO J8 WITH MAANS ANNI AND LESTER AND WE CAN ALL GO FOR RJDRAMAFESTE WHICH I HARDLY CAN WAIT :D

(:

life has been quite ok i guess. marco luly workshop was fun :D

ok let me tell you about my chinese new year :D

thursday,
had barbeque at sj's condo with everybody! (ok, i mean, the korean families :D) was really lotsa fun. i ate truckloads of food and then we went up to the condo to sj's house, and we watched korean shows. fun fun!! except for the fact that sj fell asleep when the clock hit 11 pm. -,-
reached home at 1 am

friday,
seafood at ah yat seafood centre or something. :DDDDDDDDDDDDD ate lobster, king crab, and what not. coz ys did a hole in one. he did a HOLE IN ONE. ok, for those who don't know, it is when you play golf, you hit the ball once, and it somehow miraculously end up in the hole in one shot. so it's called hole in one. it does not happen frequently. but he did it. like, he's 18. and he did a hole in one. so we had dinner together, again, with the same crowd from the day before. the total amt of the ten ppl's dinner was $770++ like ZOMGGGGG but it was niceeeeee :DDDDDDDD

saturday,
dance!!!!! for 3 hours. super damn tiring. and i went for violin. even more tiring

sunday,
chinese, dance (super funny!!! i love ms chiam), then violin.

i realised that my life is boring. pretty much anyway

ok, that's about it

WARNING: please do not read the next part if you are feeling very high. it will spoil your mood and i don't want that to happen. on the other hand, it can be a source of comfort if you feel rathers shitty today because you think you are a loser for many reasons. and one of them could be the absence of meritocracy.
i'm never going to be good enough for you.
back to what i was going to say. yes. meritocracy.
hmm, i really don't think meritoracy exist, what with the intelligent human mind. well, it doesn't exist in rgs for sure. i mean, come on. people get their desires not through their talents, but their connections, impressions and what not. and some people, have EVERYTHING. and they don't give others a chance. others, who will kill for something they just get without much difficulty, like they are picking up a socks on the floor.
you may disagree with me. coz this is coming from a person who's experienced all the pain of not being able to get a quarter of the things i wanted in this school. or maybe i'm just so unsatisfied all the time.
but you might want to think about those who want what you have, but couldn't because they didn't have the connections that you did, or the first impression you tend to give to others. because the world doesn't revolve around you. and God does not belong to you alone.
psl, cheerleader, they used to be dreams. now, they are just memories.
woah, i can be emo. (x
have you ever had a best friend, who you thought was your best friend, but was not your best friend because she didn't like you in the first place?
i was so stupid
why did i live my life that way, my precious year, believing that you liked me as a "best" friend? why couldn't i realise the false truth? because i never was your friend in the first place, it was what i just liked to believe to be true. but it became clear ever since we became sec 3
do you even have the slightest idea of my feelings? you wouldn't know, coz you don't care in the first place. i mean, why would you need to care about me when you have nice people around you?
you hardly ever glance in my direction. and all you try to do, is eliminate me out of your oh-so-wonderful life. you wouldn't even care if i get run down by a car, or get eaten up by cannibals. no matter how brutally i may die. you would probably continue talking to your friends.
and i'm not even going to try. why should i?


people say i look like a psl, a cheerleader. and i'm neither. but why does it even matter to me anyway? why do i even get bothered by it?

i really can be emo (x

you can learn from staring at blank pages. :)

i wish i could have somebody cry for me when i die.