'blackpolkadotts.blogspot -capturing the moment [v8] -red.shoes'

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why red shoes?
It was a ballet. A story but Hans Christian Andersen (don't tell me you don't know him). It was a story of a girl who wore a pair of red shoes that refused to come off. It made her dance all night and day.

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blackpolkadotts
A sixteen year old blogger with a passion for photography, fashion, web design, watercolor paints, good books and music. She would love to travel the world one day and take dozens of photos.

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reading: the wild sheep chase, haruki murakami
listening to: you owe me an iou, hot hot heat
events: art and design tech exhibition at empire. PROM!

I'll lay awake one more night...

Wednesday, September 26, 2007,10:04 PM

Caught in a vision i want to deny
As if floating on a lumpy pillow sky
Caught up in the whole illusion
That dreams never pass us by
Came to a tattoed conclusion
When I look in the mirror
Tracing lines with a pencil
----norah jones

go norah jones! =) at least my parents don't object to her jazzy tones!
(oops, random post)
its been a relatively okay week so far. Except that i don't think i can go to the Sydney trip, i have my ABRSM piano theory =( so no trip for me....
and also the art teacher has been moody again. my opinionated chinese teacher thinks that poets and authors and artists are extra sensitive people, they tend to get emo easily as they need it for their great works. being entirely non-emo is not exactly that good, because you have no inspiration, of somewhat. that is why when you are depressed, you tend to be able to write better. odd.

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