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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, April 11, 2008
My beautiful past. I was once a ballerina.

hello you happy people reading my blog!
(it's ok, you can just pretend to be happy if you're not)

anyway, kyung tae feels loved (:
thanks to the people around me :D
i should never ever take them for granted

i started blogging alr, to find that i have nothing to blog about. all the fun will start tomorrow, where i will be having 2 ballet classes (one in the morning, one in the afternoon) and ORA and sisterhood time :D which i'm obviously looking forward to very much (:

ok since i have nothing to blog about, i shall blog about boring stuffs. so get ready to sit back and yawn.

BTW, happy international friendship day! i will give all of you a hug when i see you :D
the performances were all by the scholars, not that i have any kind of problem with that. it's just that, how can they only make the scholars perform? i'm not saying this because i'm deprived of a chance to perform (rolls eyes) but why weren't there any non-scholar performances? everybody was equally busy, no? well, for all i know, not a single non-scholar group wanted to perform, although i doubt it.

anyway, it was ok i guess for most parts. although half the time i didn't know what was going on. people speaking in chinese, vietnamese and indonesian. I FORGOT INDONESIAN. LIKE THAT. how how how? and by how how how, only fiona will get what i mean (:

oh, and we had math which was totally fun. ms sim is so cute! (: and it's a good thing too

during english we read this really hilarious passage about a guy training a girl to meet up to his standards. like, stupid much?! you love the person for who they are, and don't expect them to be qualified for you. why fall in love, then?

i will never ever do that. i swear. lol, i'm writing a reflection here (x


Friday, April 04, 2008
My beautiful past. I was once a ballerina.

sports fest.
well done richard! second place! (again)
first place for cheer! (again)

technically, i should be happy. or jumping up and down cos richard did really well.
but again, i am not normal. (in fact, somebody who's name i can't remember told me that i'm a very very weird person.) and i can't disagree.

very short post. but i can't be bothered.