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"we all want to die like movie stars you said
as you jumped from the height of our cutting room floor
while above us glowing, exploding,,
our dreams burst forth in light in death
hold me and tell me we'll burn like stars,
we'll burn as we fall
watch as city lights dance for us"



Name: Jasmine
Birthdate: 15-01
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Monday, June 30, 2008

"my scars spell out your name" ♥ 1:24 AM


okay. seeing as the only thing i've written was a post that blogspot had decided to delete, i thought i should write again in hope that it does not get deleted. firstly to start things off, i actually don't think this blog will stay for very long. in about a months time- it would probably be roaming in the realms of the trash of cyberspace. so here goes nothing.
mondayy. everything is usually longer on a monday. however,, today was a special monday as i did not have tafe. yaya. in the morning came the all beloved economics assessment which- like all of my other assessments -- i spent a maximum of 10 minutes studying for it. i hope i didnt do too bad--but then again,, i dont think i did awefully bad. aish. well that was economics for me. nextzors. english. short story writing,, probably the only time i actually did something that was related to english in an english period. i wrote the intro to my short story which i shall enclose here:

"The newspaper flew and danced across the empty, discoloured garden that had once been full of fun, laughter. Love even. It had gone just like it always had this time of year. From the dead of the park, a girl dressed in a full-length grey coat that could’ve blended in perfectly with the dullness of the sky, glided across the skeleton path, hands in pocket, head down. Reflecting, yearning. She thought about the time that she just had, the time that had slipped through her hands like dust. She thought about him and the laughter that they had shared. Their love that only lasts a few days each year."

yes. it is cliche. all that jazz. it was exciting. ms foster even liked it. yaya. hmm we had maths which was probably as unproductive as ever- however- i made my post-it notes transexual which was pretty exciting. hmm lunchies.-- src style. well. varuni and her src buddies came over and we got to dress up in random little outfits and take photos. awesome stuff. and legal. mr farrell has got to be the funniest teacher that can put on an asian accent. we spent most of the lesson talking about anna's and mel's managing director for yaa whilst watching videos about women.
awesome-ish day. just wish someone knew.


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