'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!

they paved paradise, put up a parking lot

Friday, September 7, 2007,7:45 PM

Don’t it always seem to go
That you don't know what you’ve got
‘Til it's gone
-Joni Mitchell, Big Yellow Taxi

these are one of the oldie songs i listen to. I heard this in a supermarket just today, so i thought i'd post these lyrics. Honestly, i didn't think i'd be able to get through this week with all the things we needed to do - english speech, dt stuff and art stuff, and several others. But wait- here i am, sitting down, typing away.

A few classic oldies:
Raindrops keep falling on my head
rhythm of the rain
*errr. when i think of more i'll post =)

Labels: music