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ive been gone for a while, sorry kids. Just dont have the time for this place like i used to.
anyway take care bunnys



~ Bonnie :heart:
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ITS OK. IM NOT DEAD.

infact, i still visit DA everyday, i just dont submit [yes, im ashamed to say it is because im lazy] well just a quick update, i've deleted half of my gallery, mainly self-portraits, because i keep coming across random people from around the world who use my photos claiming to be me. I'm aware this sort of thing happens alot, but i dont have a whole bandwagon of people who know me from DA and can immediately alert me when someone is using my face.

sadly, my most popular works in my gallery are my self portraits... i guess i will post some new ones up later, since i've taken a more serious interest in photography, and i guess i'll start watermarking. yeah im probably over-reacting, but i still believe that i have the rights to my own work, especially my own image and identity.

other news, i've finished my first year in uni studying design, in 07 i'll be majoring in Graphic Design, Jewellery, and applied/object design.

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If anyone who has seen Pan's Labyrinth, please let me know what it's like, cause it wont come out to Australia until February. It looks so dark and surreal. "a fairytale for grown ups" :excited:


and last but not least, i hope everyone enjoys their Christmas, slaughter a gobble gobble, smooch under some mistle-toe, drink lots and of course spend big children!! generous gifts to people you don't like goes a long way!!

cheers muthafuckers :drunk:
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Putting the reasons for crying aside for the moment, we might concentrate on the correct way to cry, which, be it understood, means a weeping that doesnt turn into a big commotion nor proves an affront to the smile with its parallel and dull similarity.

The average everyday weeping consists of a general contraction of the face and a spasmodic sound accompanied by tears and mucus, this lasts towards the end, since the cry ends at the point when ones energetically blows one's nose.

In order to cry, steer the imagination toward yourself and if this proves impossible owing to having contracted the habit of believing in the exterior world, think of a duck covered with ants or/of those gulfs in the Straits Magellan into which no one sails ever.

Coming to the weeping itself, cover the face decorously using both hands, palms inward. Children are to cry with the sleeve of the dress or shirt pressed against the face, preferably in a corner of the room. Average Duration of the cry, three minutes.
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MOOD: want to go outside!
LISTENING: El Manana - Gorillaz

EDIT: well bad luck is really just following me around.. only 2 days out of hospital, and i had to go back because my left lung decided to fuck up too. more operations and shit are in consideration now... im pretty sure im not gonna die just yet, but i wont be very active on DA for the time being.
take care all, make sure your lung... doesnt like fall off or something.

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well what an eventful and unexpected week.



i just finished uni, and totally relieved to have a break from all the assignments Although during the last 3 weeks of uni i've been having breathing problems, but i couldnt afford to miss uni, so i kept on going.

to my lovely surprise i went to the docs, got a lung scan and was immediately sent off to emergency, a few hours later i had an operation, cause my right lung had collapsed :|

woke up another hour later and i had a tube and a tank attached to me through my rib cage and 15cm of a plastic tube in my lung... and i walked around with this fucking piece of shit hanging out for 4 days.

now despite all the fucking needles,  and endless supply of drugs [morphine is so so fun!] for the pain of course.... :paranoid: and a tube with a tank hanging out of me... it was actually ok, except i was stuck in a room with old hags who complained about everything, like the company i had.

My sweetness t0rmented kept me company throughout the long long hours in hospital, thankyou for driving all the way to hospital everyday to keep me happy :aww: you helped with my speedy recovery! and the abnormal extra high heart rate everytime you were around lol :date: oh oh! and of course thankyou for buying me the batteries :kiss:

and while youre at it, everyone go check out the portrait gunfighter6 painted of me! www.deviantart.com/view/347309…


hospitally yours:
~Bonnie :heart:
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Mood: tired
Listening: im not
Watching: V for Vendetta

8:30am
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...8:53.
FUCK!
im late.
so here i am, scurrying around my own filth and crap, otherwise known as the "bedroom" to the untrained eye, looking for my jeans. why dont i just wear something else? because im stubborn, and i think these jeans make my ass look good. if im late, im at least allowed to have a hot ass.

8:57am
im dressed, and huh.. what do you know, these jeans dont make my ass look that good afterall. piece of crappy jeans, you make me look ugly!

9:00am
my eyes feel like theyve been glued together with leftover eyeliner and mascara, the panda look could be in this season.
next thought: food.

9:01am
why isnt there anything to eat in this house? cereal without milk is just like a cupcake without a cherry on top. UTTER NONSENSE.

9:05am
shit shit, bus comes in 2 minutes, socks, i need clean socks! WHERE ARE MY SOCKS!!!

9:07am
the busdriver dtiched me didnt he, [censored]... oh, here it comes.

10:05am
so now im on the train, heading to my destination.. has anyone ever noticed the greasy marks on the window on the trains from people leaning their oily faces against it?

11:40am
finally, im here.

11:41am
and then i smile, as a grumpy girly this morning is filled with warmth, as i lean over to give him a hug. Somehow my hot ass, clean socks or cereal doesnt matter anymore, because some things are more important.

11:42am
it didnt take me 3 hours and 12 minutes to figure that out. i've always known that, but somehow i still like getting mad at public transport for making me late, even though love has no timer. i only want to spend every second with him, because those are the hours, minutes and seconds that do matter.


unpunctually yours: ~ Bonnie
:heart: t0rmented
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