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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


Monday, August 17, 2009
My beautiful past. I was once a ballerina.

and she is BACK

hello dear dormant/nonexistent readers! from today on, 17th August 2009 9:48 pm GMT (i'm not sure what), la-petite-fille is back in business

today was also the day, the dreaded, loathed SS PT was submitted. goodbye life satisfaction in Singapore. i don't really give a damn about non-economic indicators. you can kiss my ass good bye too.
and they lived happily ever after

i wish the story, or my day, rather, ended that way. it would have been blissful enough, but nope

so other than being jolted awake by an unpleasant surprise (that's my mum tapping my foot), i have a mini-epiphany in the morning. it was the sheer bitter realisation that my ez-link card lacked money for my rides to school. fumbling, i digged out for 60 cents. that 5 cent coin i always yearn for was nowhere in sight.

during physical education (n. a lesson conducted in learning institutions, where adolescent girls gather and sweat out their stress, emotions, etc.), i watched people follow the ACES (All Children Exercise Simultaneously, if i'm not wrong) routine video that was done by a very familiar person. a person so familiar to me, that it could only be myself. the experience of sitting at the veryback of the hall is quite an interesting one. when these people of various races and ages do the torso turn, to face this very familiar looking girl, their eyes suddenly fill with this look of doubt as they open their eyes to try and see me clearly in the dark. they then turn back to face front, where they see the same girl they just saw 0.1 second ago, and then..! they turn back to face me yet again, and now this time, their eyes fill with a different emotion: that of realisation, that the girl in the video, and the girl at the back of the hall, sitting down, with no pe attire, is the same. then 0.001 seconds later, their eyes cloud with doubt again! "why is she not doing that dumbass routine?!?!?!"

that's alright. you see, i've done it 28345 times already. that's a lot of time you know?

i've decided that, i should go and do chem now (cue to go AWWWWWWWWWWWWW)
as mugger and mugger-esque as this sounds? i do like chem

I GOT PHARM CHEM AND LOVE AND MADNESS
who said i have no life, huh? xD

you know you love me,
XOXO
k

countdown to gossip girl season 3: a month - 3 days. you do the math, seriously