Mother's Day is tomorrow. Anyway, I would like to take this opportunity to wish her a happy mother's day. I'm really grateful for what she had done for the past 20 years. Since young, she let me attend many classes such as ballet, swimming, speech and drama, arts and abacus classes. Also, i started tuition since my primary school days even though i entered the top class in primary two. Overall, this grooms me to be an all-rounder. Till today, I believed that one must not just be academically inclined but also excel in other areas such as sports and arts. And one for thing, I loved to doll up myself in my younger days. Yeah, I'm a vainpot but i followed my mum's genes. She's a vainpot too. She was the one who helped me to put on the makeup. The photo that me and my mum in our makeup is being displayed in my room. Maybe i will uplaod it here soon. Though i will quarrel with her over trival things at times, my velvety cheeks will be wet after each quarrels. But, I'm blessed to have her as a mother. Thanks mummy for everything=)
There was once a little ballerina girl
Wearing the sweet pink ballet shoes
Dancing in her little crystal world
She loved dancing
She sometimes though
It was her life
Moving to the slow rhythm of a beautiful piano song
But then again the same dance the same song
It was beautiful yes but at the same time it was all the same
But how was she supposed to feel?
Her heart was covered by a cape of ice
She bottle up her feelings
She was used to being safe in her little crystal world
She smiled but she wasn't happy
She felt empty and alone
She start feeling a weird tinkle in her heart
Her smile turned upside down
She tried but she couldn't smile anymore
Little ballet dancer who dances in her little crystal world
She felt dancing wasn't the same anymore
She felt alone she wanted a hand enlaced whit hers
She wanted someone to teach her a new step
She wanted that if she stumbled
And fell someone will be there to lift her up again
The weird tickle became something she felt everyday
She didn't smiled anymore
Dancing hadn't the same magic it had before
She felt hollow and her velvety cheek is wet
And when she cried she cried crystal tears
They falled of her faced and in many pieces they broke
Little ballet dancer who cries in her little crystal world
She wanted so bad just for once to get out of her little crystal world
She was tired of being scared and was tired of hiding in her little crystal world
The crystal that covered her heart finally broke
For the first time she felt free
The crystal world that had trapped finally broken
Since then she smiled and was happy,finally she was free
She wasn't trapped anymore
She wasn't scared of showing what she felt
Little ballet dancer who now dances freely Dance and be what you want to be
Adapt from the poem entitled "Little Ballet Dancer" but with some modifications.
The DIVA ♥
Dionne Chua Li Ting 20 |Mayflower Primary School| |Presbyterian High School| |Ngee Ann Polytechnic| 20 September 1988 dionne_chua@yahoo.com.sg
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