T'was just a garden in the rain. Close to a little leafy lane. A touch of color 'neath skies of gray. The raindrops kissed the flowerbeds. The blossoms raised their thirsty heads. A perfumed thank you. They seemed to say. Surely here was charm beyond compare to view. Maybe it was just that I was there with you. T'was just a garden in the rain. But then the sun came out again. And sent us happily on our way.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

:: A Russian Affair ::



A night at the Russian Stars Ballet


:: a blurred vision ::

:: Clydia the watch model, Joey the prop ::


Next stop: S'pore Dance Theatre's Swan Lake
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clyruth said...

gal, u're not a prop!! i like the photo, we look good... :) looking forward to swan lake... =D

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