LADY IN RED
is dancing with me, cheek to cheek
there's nobody here, it's just you and me
that's where i wanna be.
i came home, showered, turned on the telly and see chris de burgh "live".
to think i could forget this beautiful song...
as he crooned those words, i just...well, i just felt.
perhaps one day, someone would sing it to me.
and ask me to dance. =)
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About Me
- shiyin
- A lotta people perceive me as "unapproachable". How I ever got that tag, I haven't got a clue. Perhaps it's how they usually see me poring over my sheet music, scribbling incessantly in my book, or simply hearing how I'd make a good journalist that keeps them away. Whichever the case, perceptions don't mean shit to me. I try not to judge people, and I hope they don't judge me just because I'm proud of the person I am today.
7 comments:
& i hardly know...
this beauty by my side....
i'll never forget, the way you look... tonite
sorry that you got stepped on :(... but it was great dancing with u tonight..hope my basic steps was ok with u...:)
hey...=)
how'd you get my blogsite?
basic steps with a wide smile's always appreciated.
friendster
->search
->music
->salsa
->hey who do we have
here...?
click click view view link link and *tada!* grin
yea smiles are good :) eye contacts rather impt too like u said. i always felt salsa's like a rollar coaster ride where the controller of the ride's the lead and the partner's just there to enjoy the ride. Used to be so stress... but now i kinda join in the ride as well :P
wow.
how much more "resourceful" can a person get? haha.
nice to meet you.
we'll dance again. =)
i was a scout too...:)
i'll look fwd to it.. :)
hey i heard the blog's song on 933 today.. ard 8pm.. may i ask if u compose &/or sang the song?
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