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| So yeah; I decided I owed myself a blog, since I'm desperate for comments. So I just want to say beforehand, whether you know me or not, please don't hesitate to leave comments if you're impressed. (Like extremelyXphotographs :) Thanks.)
My flight departed Dubai on June 21st, (I think.)for Moscow, Russia. Can't be bothered with that. Well, we spent about 3 days there, after which we took a train to St Petersberg. I was pretty freaked out about taking a Russian train and all; but hell; it was pretty damn amazing. On entering my compartment, all my reservations concerning the evening started to pass. Everything was well thought off, it was by far better than European Trains. Kay, yeah. St Petersberg was loveleh; (cliche line coming up) I learnt a lot. Which isn't a big deal, because there's a total of 2o6 museums in the city alone. There's a freakin chocolate museum! Also... the the amount of light filtering through the night sky, there was a certain amount of dignity to it. There would have been some sort of dsigrace etched into my fat, black heart if I cheated on those nights with sleep.
Eventually, though, if you're keeping track with my little mind games with god knows who, I did end up playing a deceitful trick on St Petersburg. i left her for a country house in the Moscow's outskirts, one of my dads friend's. It was dead lovelyyyyy, I turned fourteen with Mother Nature, who apparently is bitchy in Russia, except for the certain point in time we were there. That, in conculsion, was Russia.
two pictures.
pure beauty.
This is the darkest it got, <3. (I usually don't do that heart; i dunno whats with me. aha. okay. yeah.)
(I'll do a Singapore entry in time... since I have so much of it.)
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her hearing aid started to melt.
-Samannnn
ANDANDAND- amii; thanks for uploading my picture. yes, i finally got my profile pictha up! :D) | | |
| I hate living here, sometimes. Xanga, on the whole, is blocked, as is MySpace. You have to do some bogus junk to actually get through, and when you DO get through, it's not completely. Why, you ask, would Xanga be blocked? Apparently, it's inconsistent with the religious, cultural, political and moral values of the United Arab Emirates. I wanna go hommmmme. I was going to go snowboarding today, but no. (Why? The parental units.)
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Mother Nature's natural beauty is slowly being forgotten as humans persue acts of total asisinity... such as building imitations of the world. (The way they're reclaiming land, that thing's going to sink pretty damn soon.) The money could be utilised in so many other ways, to even start campaigns to raise awareness that does not exist. If that'll even help... Americans, who at the least posess basic knowledge on Nature's plight, use 50 million tons of paper annually; consuming more than 850 million trees. It's a fucking shame!
I took this picture last summer in Switzerland, from what I recall, it was the view from the train's window. It's a terrible picture (I was 13, I suckeeeed.), yet it's pretty damn captivating. Read: sometimes when I read about the destruction of the Earth, my eye sockets get all wet. >=| (Waterproof Mascara: Great Invention.) I'm not saying all the universal bawling means that nature's reign is going to last, but initailly, it was destined to. Even my fictiously "cold, non-appreciative" heart warmed from the true beauty that was rising from the scenery and dispersing around the room like pixie dust.
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| I love having a xanga that nobody/only special people know about. Hated having my piczo get so many hits. I mean, sure, it's kind of flattering that people were willing to go to my site, and actually look (and, WHAT DO YOU KNOW, copy!) it, but... meh. When I'm an extrovert, the world'll be a perfect place? Uh, if that made sense. what's happening to my writing? >=(
Amanda just left. today's my last day in Singapore. leaving the hotel in, um, 5 hours. meh. back to the desert. joy?
after pouring my heart and soul out in attempt to make my xanga work properly, and being unable to do so, i decided to go to the "need help?" section thingeh. and they solved my problem instantly. my sense of pride is going to eventually, even if i do say so myself, leave to my downfall. or something. anyways, the (very beautiful) layout works flawlessly now. i think. oj oj oj oj . Erm, I think I owe whoever the fuck is reading this (you're a special person. NOT ojojojoj) an explanation of the whole Oj thing.
Oj-
Part of Speech: Interjection.
Definition: An exclamation equivalent to "ha" for joy and jumor; fear and shock.
I'm afraid of the summer endingggggg. School again. Yahey?
People think that I don't have a hard time keeping up with work, or something. I really, really do. It's just that then, i was under the impression that if you stop complaining, it won't haunt you. But I did complain, to special people. Meh.
Sophie, I know you tagged me with your little "My Perfect Man" survey. I think I'll do it right now, actually, beacuse well, I'm bored. And I should go upstairs and finish packing little things that you always need at the last moment so you're afraid to pack, but I won't.
>=(
LET THEM YELL!
Hehe// Oh. Italic. Ehmazaha~*~*~*~.
OKAY: SO
Instructions:
1. Mention the gender of your perfect partner
2. Come up with eight different points of your perfect partner.
3. Tag eight other victims to join this game.
4. Lastly, most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT
1) MALE! very male.
2a) A sense of humor, the ability to understand mine.
2b) Love me.
2c) Don't listen to crap music, don't have mainstream opinions- don't be a conformist. And not a poser either, LykK Mmgzz PoONk MetALA?~~!!
Because that's conforming. >=(
2c) Looks. Long hair g;laurng;alnaBAgagaga ohsohot GLAJA <33
2d) Keep up with me, be interested in me.
2e) Protect me.
2f) Don't diss my cooking. >=(
2g) It's terrible, but I'm a sucker for the sweet talker.
3) Ermm. I HATE TAGl;fdajn;fajn diediekilldestroyTAG!!!
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| i don't owe anyone an explanation, but myself.
i don't like people in my face.
i want a white kitty who i'll name noir.
i like to type like this when angry: asdfghjkl.
i have so many pet peeves i couldn't even begin.
i will tell you if you're standing to close.
i dont wear glasses though i have a power. i swear it's harder to see now more than ever.
i read, i write and i analyze.
i don't have very many friends because people are quick to judge and because people change.
that goes on to mean if people didn't change their personalities as often as they change underwear i would have more friends than sonny moore's HaWt Em0 dick.
though unfortunately, we all know people will never be that reliable.
i'd say i'm pretty fucking lucky.
i like straws. i collect them.
i prefer neon colored ones, but any will suffice.
i'm most happy when i have something to chew on, it's dark, or i'm wearing my fairy skirt.
i'm happy if i somethnig to chew on, it's dark enough, i'm wearing something comfortable, people don't stare, or don't you ask me if my food is good.
honestly, do you really think i'd be eating my food if it tasted like poop?
>=(
i have this horrible habit of biting my nails, chewing on anything, or completely ignoring you...sometimes i do all 3.
i honestly don't believe in true love.
the kind that keeps you together forever and ever until you die?
i don't care what you think of me, i only ask that your opinion be made by YOURSELF and for YOURSELF, not some 300 pound crybaby.
let no one else but me or you influence how you make your opinions, thoughts, and ideas about me.
THE END,
BEACUSE
YOU
NEVER
REALLY
NEEDED
TO
KNOW
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