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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


Tuesday, February 27, 2007
My beautiful past. I was once a ballerina.

ok i got booked today for being late for class like what the ___
[ok if you see underlines, it means its censored. you can fill in with whatever words you want to use]
its that ____ teacher who booked like the half of 201 for being late for p.e. when we were standing barely 3 metres away from the netball court?
can he like just excuse us or something? as in like, yes we are late A BIT. but we weren't so late that its bookable or what
and then when we were q-ing up to get BOOKED, (goshh it sounds wrong mannn. i would LOVE to Q for food, not to get booked.) there were some sec 1s who went past us and i am SURE they did NOT go to the toilet or what. they were even later than us. i think its that teacher's students. no wonder they weren't booked. SO OBVIOUS LAHH
_______________
sheriously, my mind is like thrown to somewhere in MARS that i am so blur. the ten reason that supports what i just said...
first, i got booked when i could just ran that ____ 3 metres away from netball court
second, i missed my learning lab replacements and wasted my money like that. ______(fyi, 54 bucks. ahhh i can't get my monthly allowance!)
third, i just screwed up my chinese homework
fourth, i can't concentrate for studying history AND french
fifth, i didn't know that we had a lit fa then totally flunked it
sixth, i was stoning during history
seventh, i just got scolded from my dad for not learning new vocabs (deaddeadboring)
eighth (did i even spell that correctly?) i can't even spell eighth, if its wrong
nineth, i didn't write to my mortal
tenth, i'm here blogging like an idiot when i'm supposed to be revising

sighhh, i'm so SCREWED UP
life sucks at the moment