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Name: Sam 'Napolean' Country: United States State: Texas Metro: Lubbock Gender: Male
Interests: Music, drawing, travel, foreign languages (specifically the former soviet bloc, Central Asia, the Middle East, and Southeast Asia), and good friends. Expertise: Listening to music, drawing, being an airplane passenger, navigating through airports, and impressions of Mr. Garrison, Mr. Mackey, and Harry Caray. Also, I am a total comic-book geek, and I have been one for years, with specific interests in Green Lantern. Also, I am an expert in the fields of Motley Crue-ology, Beck-osophy, and Red Hot Chili Peppers-onomy. Occupation: Artist Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me Website: visit my website AIM: Saint of Losers AIM: Gwailo 05
Member Since:
2/10/2005
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| Ya deistvitålno podobno yehyo. Po, îna prinadlåjhet droogîmu. Ya obeshchal drugu, ya ostanoos yeyo storonoi, i budu sledit za neyu. Ya vozrozhden kak yehyo anghel - hranitål. Yeyo shasteh - samaya vajhnaya beshch va mireh ko minye. Ya udostoveryus, shto ona imeyet eto. Moee podàrok - yehyo drujhba. Ìoye proklyatiye - yehyo drujhba.
Well, there you have it. The exact, unabridged truth as to what caused my emotions from the last few weeks. The sadness, the rebirth, the descent and ascent. All of it is contained in those words up there. The catch, you say? All of that's Russian. In Latin alphabetisation. Sorry, but no freetranslations.com to help you here.
If you think you can translate it, go for it. If you want the cyrillic to input on freetranslatrions.com, convince me and I'll send it to you. Otherwise, have fun reading it, because you have to admit, for deep, dark secret expositions, nothing beats Russian. | | |
| Aaaah, I feel much better. Not all the way there yet. But posting that last one, and a good night's sleep, and the prospect of good company have helped. The old me, he's changed, but well on his way back. Moodiness is at a minumum, and in the sunlight, I don't feel as bad. Uncertainty has passed. To all my friends:
All of you. Each and every one of you I've talked to, even if it wasn't about this. Just being around you all. Over the last couple days, you guys were my armor. My helmet for the crash.
My recipe for success?
One Karthik
One Sam B.
One Tony
One Kristen
One Miranda
One Justin
One Daniel
One Evan
One Ricardo L.
Add all of these together, and I have myself a concoction that I know will never let me down. Thank you all. And I'll talk to you all soon. | | |
| What's this? Two in 24 hours? What are the odds? Oh...pretty good, huh? Ah well. At any rate, here goes:
Have you ever become aware of the missing piece? It's there, you just gotta look for it. I found mine. I know where it is, at any rate. But have you also had your hand out, reaching...reaching....and it's just..out...of arm's length. You know what you need, but through circumstance or personal action are denied it. I can see it, taste it, practically touch it. But my fingers are that last millimeter away. And as soon as I think I'm close, I realise my depth perception failed me. Like trying to grab a rose petal in the breeze, or a firefly with only my thumb and index finger. But because of the effort I'm putting in to capture this beautiful pursuit my emotions are draining. My reserves are depleting. The best way to put what's going through my head is this:
I feel like I was caught on the side away from the sun the day the earth stood still, during a new moon. I can't see what's ahead, and I know I'm going to fall. | | |
| Ever feel like something's missing? Like, your life is perfect, except for that one...little...thing. And it drives you crazy trying to achieve it, but to no success. And sometimes, to make matters worse, you not only know something's amiss, but you also know exactly what it is. Gah, it drives me crazy. | | |
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