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If I was a casting director for Avatar: The Last air bender..and they're all ASIAN+Native American [03 Feb 2009|04:55pm]

Prince ZukoCollapse )

IrohCollapse )

Fire Lord Ozai!!
Fire Lord OzaiCollapse )

KataraCollapse )

SokkaCollapse )

HakodaCollapse )

BatoCollapse )

AzulaCollapse )

MaiCollapse )

Aang, The main star!!Collapse )

Its not perfect and I couldn't really find any inuit actors for katara,sokka,hakoda,and bato...but there is the bering strait if one is to take that approach. If not we can consider them asiatic tribes near serbia.And no offense to Native American or Inuit religions who dislike that theory of Human evolution.And I know people would still bitch if I picked these people but...haha what can I say? Its just for fun...
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Harry Potter 7 Madness!! [21 Jul 2007|02:56pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

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Today is the day that many Harry Potter fans waited for,and its finally over!
I was totally swept away in this Harry Potter madness! Every year since I started reading harry potter, well I was three years late, I started to go to Barnes&Nobles to go every opening night to get a copy. I went for book 4,5,6, This year was crazier then the last. I had a friends party to attend friday night, and I figured there was no way in hell I can get hone in time to have a gurantee of getting a copy. I lived right next to a Barnes&Nobles,but I figured everyone in the bronx would come to get a copy as well, so I pre-ordered the book and expected to get it saturday in the afternoon.My aunt needed me to help with her and my cousin's cleaning since saturday was her going away party before she went to Japan for the JET program, Lukcy puta, haha!.
But I still didn't think I could get a copy of Harry Potter...
But on my way to the store, I stopped inside B&N, not a big crowd?Okay, maybe I can try and see if I can get my reserved copy...
So I got a ticket,and no sooner I did, mad ppl started showing up. The ticket said for me to come back at 10:30pm. So I head over back around 10:18pm with my mom,and the store was so packed! They already started calling my line...
I grabbed some manga to keep myself busy *Naruto,Absolute boyfriend,Vampire Love*,and waited for 2hrs to get my book.And >>Fast forward>>
GOT IT! OMG! The line outside the store was so fierce! But the funniest part was that K-mart which was next door was also selling copies of Harry Potter. Some shouted that,and some ppl started running over to k-mart,and then my mom said Pathmark was doing it too,but she lied and wanted to see people run.Haha.As soon as I got home I told Hisao,and offered to give him my pre-ordered copy but he said no since it'd take him 3yrs to finish reading it..
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Gloria said she didn't wanna hear merry chritsmas [25 Dec 2005|12:41am]
but instead preffered
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got em! [21 Dec 2005|06:45pm]
Tickets to see Bi in feburary!
But i was freakin out...because
1]my mom didn't wake me up at 9:00am, so I woke up an hour late
2]Mta strike so I couldn't get em in person
3]When I tried to get em online at first it didn't work
4]ticketmaster line was freakin busy!
SO i'am currently in the lower level * I like how they gave it the name..mosh pit*, row 8?T_T
But iOno how this seating is..cause we're near the stage but we're going to be standing...[no seats]
And iOno if its gonna be like choosuk *like whoever gets there first can be the cloest to the stage*
We got two months to plan but i wanna get there like at 5:00 just to be safe...
ANd it just hit me now..that we're gonna stick out alot...
I'll leave it up to Glo to practice her korean for our sake^^
and why do i keep having this vision that Bi is gonna kick me if i get pushed near the stage due to crazy fan girls?=(
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[17 Dec 2005|09:49pm]
Place : Celtic
With your charismatic personality and persuasive powers you naturally attract all the good things in life which you could want. Kind, generous and sincere you are a good friend and partner with strong attachments to home and family. You are ambitious and have sound business acumen, this together with a natural love of life ensures that you enjoy success financially and in your relationships.

sorta true
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[20 Nov 2005|05:28pm]
when the rain started to fall down I didn't bother to run for shelter.Collapse )

No im not dead ppl. im really sorry-_-,my comp is sincerly screwed up..Certain sites * like LJ* dun really work for me now and I can only go in during school.But even then Im busy wit school work-this is my worst semester ever- I sincerely am growing a passion of hate towards european history-_-...
+happy belated bday to ZAKA!a.k.a siamese_meow
glad to see your doing well in Paris[i hate the french revolution though haha!!]
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[31 Aug 2005|12:46am]
[ mood | hopeful ]

when we are wiser,
when the world’s older
when we have learned
I pray someday we may yet live
to live and to let live

someday, life will be fairer
need will be rarer, and greed will not pay
God speed this bright millenia on its way,
let it come someday

someday, our fight will be won, and
we’ll stand in the sun in that bright afternoon
til then, on days when the sun is gone
we’ll hang on if we wish upon the moon

there are some days, dark and bitter
seems we haven’t got a prayer
but a prayer for something better
is the one thing we all share

someday, when we are wiser,
when the whole world is older
when we have love
and i pray someday we may yet live
to live and one day someday
someday, life will be fairer
need will be rarer, and greed will not pay
God speed this bright millenia
let it come if we wish upon the moon
one day, someday
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exclude the text...to lazy to alter the damn words..

damn something about irish singing[the women]they sound like magical creatures..
I wish i could sing like that..[damn great great great great grandpa..dunno your name, you think you'd
give me that recissive gene..but NO!..Had to give me a flat ass!!]

I know how you feel Yucie.. [31 Jul 2005|12:23pm]
[ mood | sad ]


FUCK! [17 Jul 2005|08:41pm]
I suscribed to this PENDEHO! AND I scroll down my list of subsrciptions
and usually read his entries..
HELL, fuck it! Im about to drive down to cleavland,Ohio.Wincosin

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The adventures of Taiyaki! [12 Jun 2005|11:47pm]
[ mood | bored ]

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taiyaki:..wow i was finally bought...now I can live like other fish
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The end..

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Ode to a nice girl [27 Mar 2005|11:59pm]
Ode to the Nice Girls

This rant was written because a nice girl finally snapped.

This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.

So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.

So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)

im feelin this..

[10 Mar 2005|10:16pm]
[ mood | busy ]

Your Passion is Pink

Innocent and naive, you approach sex with a virginal mindset.
You tend to enjoy teasing and flaunting much more than actual sex.
You're a notorious flirt, and you can pick up anyone you desire.
As a result, your reputation is a lot steamier than your real sex life.

hm [25 Feb 2005|01:39am]
[ mood | apathetic ]

good enough..

I'll fire on [13 Feb 2005|09:47pm]
[ mood | determined ]

on the wrong way out
on the causeway to neverwhere

dear my friends in the time we've spent forever after beyond this when will our nightmare ever end?

Give me back 4yrs of my youth, and I swear I'd of done it the right way...
and if I lost everything I have now for it, would I be sorry?...alil perhaps..then again
No...i'd be estatic...But I still have time to make up what was lost to me..
and i'll start...hereX___

Being this way isn't healthy...This isn't me...no not at all. I want the happy "B" to return..and i'll make her come back from her dormant slumber..

I have a headache..great-_- and i still need to study>

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last post then bed time [02 Feb 2005|03:30am]
[ mood | moody ]

You scored as Hinata. You are generally shy, a bit of a loner, and often misunderstood. You wish you could be more self-assured, independent and stronger. That’s why you’re determined to change yourself. There is a person who gives you the strenght to do that, a person you admire from afar.












Rock Lee










Which Naruto ninja are you most like?
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Evil fairy..put a spell on me,.let me be a sleeping beauty until my prince frees me of the curse [30 Jan 2005|04:18am]
[ mood | lonely ]

I'm sittin here all by myself
just tryin to think of something to do
Tryin to think of something, anything
just to keep me from thinking of you
But you know it's not working out
cause you're all that's on my mind
One thought of you is all it takes
to leave the rest of the world behind

Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did
And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did
And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did

I'm sittin' here tryin' to convince myself
that you're not the one for me
But the more I think, the less I believe it
and the more I want you here with me

lol KICK ASS yet true [20 Jan 2005|09:06am]
[ mood | awake ]

You Are 15 Years Old


Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

I keep going downhill [08 Dec 2004|05:22pm]
[ mood | pessimistic ]

and I can't stop..Im not stopping..well..unless I roll into a rock or truck

You are chill!
You are chill!

What kind of techno music are you?
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[06 Jul 2004|05:34pm]
[ mood | busy ]

Now..lets see who jumps on this bandwagon
yea right..

-Just don't bloody add me..it freaks me out

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