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Goodbye goodbye
Here i am. My very last hateful minutes before this horrible year ends. Im gonna make this post as read-able as possible. Looking back, i still can remember clearly what happened exactly one year ago. In words, Boyfriend, friends, late night, money, fireworks... memories. Well, this year, im sitting in my bedroom blogging about my 2008. Nothing close to a boyfriend, not even a friend, money nor a sparkle (apart from the cigarettes im smoking). Pretty pathetic, but come to think bout it, im rather contented with what ever that happened this year. Yes, ive lived many heartbreaking days crying slashing and gassing, but ive came this far. I can only think back with a smile. Its officially 2009.HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY. Im wishing dearly for world peace.  Sadly, This boy beside me didnt even wish me. It makes me wanna creep one corner to cry. What an interesting start to my 2009. Pffffft.
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Coma
 Now that i have nothing, i resolve to being nothing. Nothing to to harm me, nothing to gain. I resolve to being nothing. DOT:See it, need it, dream it, Do you want it?Call me and then meet me..Listen baby, I got something to say. Listen closely, I ain't saying again.I got your shirt and I'm so not sure. Are you coming back for it or should I expect the worse?You come around and say hello & I don't know what to do.You look at me & see right through,who the hell are you?Baby, baby, I don't know, but I want you.Whenever I look at you, I don't know what to do.Whenever you talk to me, I don't know what is true.Tell me what to believe..
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Bedshaped
 What do i know? Seems like nothing. Maybe a little too much at times. Maybe a little nothing at times. You making me think otherwise.
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Absolute Wonderment
 I understand how she feels. Study this picture and let your corrupted imagination run free. I have so much to tell you but ill leave it to this picture to explain. Now, are you being expressive enough to understand me? Surely not.
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Goodbye goodbye
Here i am. My very last hateful minutes before this horrible year ends. Im gonna make this post as read-able as possible. Looking back, i still can remember clearly what happened exactly one year ago. In words, Boyfriend, friends, late night, money, fireworks... memories. Well, this year, im sitting in my bedroom blogging about my 2008. Nothing close to a boyfriend, not even a friend, money nor a sparkle (apart from the cigarettes im smoking). Pretty pathetic, but come to think bout it, im rather contented with what ever that happened this year. Yes, ive lived many heartbreaking days crying slashing and gassing, but ive came this far. I can only think back with a smile. Its officially 2009.HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY. Im wishing dearly for world peace. Sadly, This boy beside me didnt even wish me. It makes me wanna creep one corner to cry. What an interesting start to my 2009. Pffffft.
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Coma
Now that i have nothing, i resolve to being nothing. Nothing to to harm me, nothing to gain. I resolve to being nothing. DOT:See it, need it, dream it, Do you want it?Call me and then meet me..Listen baby, I got something to say. Listen closely, I ain't saying again.I got your shirt and I'm so not sure. Are you coming back for it or should I expect the worse?You come around and say hello & I don't know what to do.You look at me & see right through,who the hell are you?Baby, baby, I don't know, but I want you.Whenever I look at you, I don't know what to do.Whenever you talk to me, I don't know what is true.Tell me what to believe..
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Bedshaped
What do i know? Seems like nothing. Maybe a little too much at times. Maybe a little nothing at times. You making me think otherwise.
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Absolute Wonderment
I understand how she feels. Study this picture and let your corrupted imagination run free. I have so much to tell you but ill leave it to this picture to explain. Now, are you being expressive enough to understand me? Surely not.
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LYNETTE ALEXANDRA D'CRUZ - Artist in a box
TO ME...
If only it was as easy as shoving pretty powery substances up your nose
or falling down an imaginary stair to accomplish avoiding the game of being sweet.
When all you want to do is get past the bullshit frontiers
because games bore you to tears and whoever wanted to wait while he or she sorts out their compartments like colour coordinating their tshirts?
Just say it so i can either play with your pretty self and
shimmering smart sort rash you for another.
have regrettable run out of... Imagination
Also...
My portfolio is me, everything i am and its everything I'm not.
Its my weakness and my strength
My self-confidence, my self esteem.
My past, present, and most definitely my future.
My portfolio is where I'm going, where I've been.
Places i shouldn't have been, gone and shouldn't go.
Its everything and just like a book.
It's my inspiration, my generation and it's never finished.
Never done, always a work in progress.
Its everything I've ever seen, heard, touched, smelled, sensed and believed
and my worse fears and all my hopes at the same time.
Its the beginning and the end of an era
and so much more than just a phrase.
Its my portfolio,
and describing it is describing me.
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