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CROSSES.

Jolene Crosses
25 May .
Dancer
crosses25@hotmail.com


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Feel free to contact me.

Glorify

Friends.
Performing.
Dance.
Guitar;
Bands.
Visual Kei.
Gigs.
Jamming.
Jrock.
Cosmetic.
Goth.
Beyonce.
Sweet Treats.
Fashion.
Food.
Sports.
Blogging.
Travelling.
Photoshoots.

The beauty of death

Lust

Fabulousity.
A band.
Money.
Flying V.
Guitar/Drum lesson.
Givenchy Phenomen mascara.
Fabric paints.
Camera.
Perfomances.

Life’s like a performance. With every chance, Do your very best or fail it.


WHISPER.I DO BITE.


You can talk about me,
Cuz I'm a hot topic.


J is..
GET OUT

xanga BoltsofCrosses
Credits:
PrinceC




Everytime - Lincoln Hawk
THOSE DAYS I REGRETTED.

March 2005
April 2005
July 2005
December 2005
January 2006
February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
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October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009



Tuesday, September 18, 2007





when you're gone; dfzy.


i always needed time on my own
i never thought i'd need you there when i cry
and the days feel like years when i'm alone
and the bed where you lie is made up on your side

when you walk away i count the steps that you take
do you see how much i need you right now

(chorus)
when you're gone
the pieces of my heart are missing you
when you're gone
the face i came to know is missing too
when you're gone
the words i need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok
i miss you

i've never felt this way before
everything that i do reminds me of you
and the clothes you left, they lie on the floor
and they smell just like you, i love the things that you do

when you walk away i count the steps that you take
do you see how much i need you right now

(chorus)

we were made for each other
out here forever
i know we were, yeah
all i ever wanted was for you to know
everything i'd do, i'd give my heart and soul
i can hardly breathe i need to feel you here with me, yeah

(chorus)

this song is heartfelt.






the pain was so much, last night and this morning.


ii couldnt explain why, but it was there. the feeling of losing frens, is definately unbearable. ii was damn terrible.


ii tried to put up with a false front and masked myself behind a happy :) .


but ii guess it wasnt a good mask, tored, and known.


thanks people for asking me to cheer up . ii dint want to appear sad. ii tot ii had a happyy face enough today.






during recess, ii went to the counselling room ,with the initaite thought of just slacking there.


ii couldnt smile much.


ii told mr surjuno ii wanted counselling. & for the first time he talked to me.






thinking through all that had happened, tears flowed out. this time round, OUT. not backwards anymore. it was so damn uncontrollable. still, ii still couldnt tell anyone about whad had happened. ii cant.


though ii dint tokk much with mr NONO. ii felt so much alrights after crying.


joy , oh , ii hoped.






the rest of the day was quite fine, however, with my emotions unsettled.


my breathing pace abnormal, ii feel so much like dying.




ii'm sorryys bre & fzy.


bredon, happyys birthday. ii noe you wunt see this.






ii ran around the garden today, 3 abject rounds.


but was kinda fast (:


1-3.39min


2-2.++min


3-3.14min


it's a much better way to relieve my stress ii guess.

*

oblivious chumminess made us dead.
collapsed in the throe of agony.
ignorance aint bliss.
dimunitive contact,
made my day a bad.


i died.
9/18/2007 09:39:00 PM

Monday, September 17, 2007


and ii'm feeling pain, mentally and right in there.
breath was stopped.

i died.
9/17/2007 09:18:00 PM





this is how ii'm feeling right now.
it's like perhaps, you guys may think that ii've been such a bitch , such a slut.
whaddever, sometimes, ii think so too.
ii cant change your mentality of me .
but hell yae, i cant even remb stuffs that ii did.
ii've been terrible ii noe.
call me names, and yae, I CARE.

ii'm damn screwed. ii noe.
ii'm alone. yes ii'm.
ii shall retreat . ii will.
tears flowing backwards,
and ii'm sure.
not in a clear state, ii was.

death penalty was sentenced.
to silence me as a killer.



debris sustained right in there.
memory ii tried to held back.
ii care,
but the above was unfair.

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i died.
9/17/2007 09:02:00 PM

Friday, September 07, 2007



WASTED LIFE;


ii'm still confused. lmaos.


whad's with me recently, idk whad i'm doin. LOLs.


ii reallyys hate me. lack of self control. damnit.






i died.
9/07/2007 05:32:00 PM

Monday, September 03, 2007


I saw YOUR TONGUES IN her MOUTH; she's BITCH.
; AMANDA :: THANKS GAL!
; WI :: you're?
; SHER :: thanks! :D hahs.
; ZACSON :: for your infor, ii link up pple once every few month. x)
; zhiyan :: you're? yae, choreographed ourselves. (:

`MISSCROSSES.

i died.
9/03/2007 10:27:00 PM

Sunday, September 02, 2007


Blogging never fails to make me feel much better.
: D


firstly, sorryys to all those people, whom had had to take care of me, whom had been affected by me.
ii'm damn it screwed. and , ii reallyys hate it. damn fcuk.
& , THANKS.


oh wells , ii just need my anitoque to verge out my feelings all rights here. thanks.
if anyone of whoever aint comfortable reading the post of whaddsoever, I CARE, just back off. (:



OUR DANCE ON FRIDAY.
thanks for the compliments. ii guess we did not to0 bad alr (: and it's GROUP EFFORT!
thanks gals! :D
felt veryys glad that almost all the teachers liked our dance (:
ii walked past the staff room and verrys-positive remarks were given. hehs.



ta da! : D

gushes of guilt filled in,
squeezing hard,the bloodstream .
without thinking,
just about that horrified dream.
torments of love,
bits and pieces.
fragments of odium,
stink up to your expectations.
`MISSCROSSES; get me out of here. i beg.

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i died.
9/02/2007 09:04:00 PM