You're the colour, you're the movement and the spin. Could it stay with me the whole day long. fail with consequence, lose with elequence and smile. I'm not in this movie I'm not in this song. never leave me paralyzed, love. leave me hypnotized, love.


VEEEE SO PRETTY ! <3>And the diligent, plaited haired girl clambered up the tall steps of the stage, beaming in pride at the straight A’s achieved throughout the year. With sweating palms, she shook the principal’s calloused hands and groped for the polished golden tro-

Huh WHAT?? An A4 piece of reflex paper? Oh come on even my FOOD ON THE MOVE title page looks better than the principal’s award. Like last year they were lenient enough to let us keep the plastic sleeve that they were stored in before behind presented to us, and now… “oh sorry. The plastic sleeve will be tem cents thanks” (lol in primary old school there was chinese lessons and the bloody asian teacher told us that we had to have a plasitc sleeve to keep all our work together and she said that if we didn’t have one we could buy one off her for 10 cents- so fucking typically cheap)

WHAT IS WITH THE SCHOOL THESE DAYS? What happened to banners and medals you get for topping subjects? I think last year the awards were actually cardboard. Not some flimsy piece of paper which makes those fugly green merit things look like OSCARS. Humph.

and...
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 CONTROL ACTIVATE DAMIAN MODE!

MISSION SUCCESSFUL! ohh ohh sorly demeeenn mole? dominian moe? mole? MOLE I SED KIF STORP TOKKING!!

which reminds me of the errmm HEM exciting encaptivating musical performance at rec addembly today >__> yes so entertaining that by the time they did the weird pointing guns at eachother thing at the end my sides were going to burst from laughing my arse off.

Now this may seem really random, but let me ask you: WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME IF I SAID I CUT THIS PICTURE OUT OF THE "AUSTRALIAN BALLET 2007"?

Feel the uncondtitional grace in those lines, feel the pride encompassed in her face alone. Experience the perseverance, the sacrifices, the pain behind that smile. 6 days a week. Homeschooling. Bleeding toes. Blisters.

On wednesday night i carpooled frantically with Jolene and Sandra to get hair and makeup done for the concert. And it was that night I realized the vastness of dedication of some people in the world to achieve their dream futures. Seeing her dance made me cry (nearly). And it just made me think about how diverted our lives are at the moment when in the end, it's not the essay on "characterisitcs in the 'power of one'" or the maths yearly exam paper that ends up counting in later life. In what ways does the textbook enrich your relationship with those around you, enlighten the way you interact with them, which is what life is about? Isn't it about the pursuit of happiness? Doing what you want?

Why is it that no other person in the ballet academy can dance like that? Because these days external committments are forced upon the young people of today, soley because "they are expected to know these things when you grow up". (psh, approximately 200 hours wasted on english and i still haven't learnt anything except for the meaning of hyperbole)

Compare that ^ to errr =.=''

LOL THAT PIC MAKES ME LAUGH. What a retard wtf seriously --''

LMFAO!!!