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sing it out loud
So she said what's the problem, baby?.what's the problem, I don't know well maybe, I'm in love love. makes me wanna turn around and face it but I don't know nothin' 'bout love, woah~ |
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about this blog
This blog was opened by Anne Ng to accomodate her mind's silly musings and her daily rantings.Do enjoy your stay here, and don't take what's not yours! tagboard
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Nanyang.Past VERA! Laura/yabulollygabah Grace Shannon Baboonz.Present Rei's dead Ben's "coolness" Seth's Ego Eugene's Writing Raju.Past Nikki! Heidi Nurul Amanda Christina Princess Renee YiMin Dora RGS.Present Nadia Deepa Alch Charmaine Kimberley Heng Yeng! OMlettes.Forever Leti Ashlynna WINNIE!!! Jiao Odds and Ends KAM TING! Mirabel JTan Victoria(AVPA) Church.Forever Edna Melissa from Catechism CHEESEEEEEE Links to Happier Places the FAV site of FANFIC the official site of HAPLAND archives
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POEMS (whoop) on dance (as inspired by rei) the music drifts around me i reach out to touch it but it evades and moves on the dancer needs that music to paint her picture to write her story the music stays with you for a while so you dance beautifully but only for that short time the music leaves you the energy fails you the once effortless movements are leaden and tiring the beauty of the dance is when the dancer melds with her music when she moves not to the music but with it that rhythm that melody the dancer moves across the floors she dances not because of choreography but because the dance that has been danced for eternity has embedded itself within her the dance chooses the music the music chooses the dancer the dancer entrusted to carry on the dance of eternity for me the dance has ended the shoes hung up the music is but a wisp i reach out to it but as if trapped in a bubble i miss it by inches i'm leaving it behind everything i've put in everything i've done eight years the music has left me and i can't bring it back AHHHHH!!! i hate myself for giving up dance i'll kill myself someday i would have gone on to pointe this year ahhhhhh I HATE MYSELF -anne |