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*~Grazie Mizuno and Ghnadra~*
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Philosopher wanna-be, tea drinking, free child of God, born of Nigeria, raised in The States with a restless heart willing to fly. Give me a moment along with an intriguing verse and I shall bare my soul. Do not hold back, for neither shall I...
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[Ai, haven't seen this in forever. I went to a Bull's game last night. The United Centre is a CRAZY building. . . I met a British man there, he gave his prize ticket, it's a commercial thing with Hickely Springs and another with Dunkin' Donuts, we had the same number and he was like "Well, I can't take it to Europe with me, so here." and Mum asked "Oh really, where're you from?" And he said "London." And I was like "*_*. . . . I love you." But that was mental and it was admiration. The game was super awesome, even though the Bulls needed those rebounds and didn't aim for them until like 30 sec. left of the 4th quarter and I was like "Rebound!!! Get the Rebound!" and Mum looked at me like "What is wrong with you, silly girl?"]
{On and on, I'm only b*tchy because I'm fed up . . . But anyway, I'm sorrie Erich and, that other guy that was walking with us: : I super sorrie, I think it was Chris A. or something. . : :, that it seemed I blew you all off. It wasn't a pleasant mindframe for me. . .}
Yesterday, on the train, I realised how much I missed the sunset. I don't get to sit down and stare at it anymore. I realised I'm packed and need some time to breathe again. You know you need to take it a tad slower when you forget some of your happy moments. Because, I love to just watch the sunset and dream of how things will be in the future, and me driving with people to random areas like NYC or something. To just daydream, it's so great because no one can inform you of the requirements needed to reach what you want and all you have to do is imagine.
Now, with me and Disney. It's not that I don't believe children shouldn't dream and imagine or something. But, come now, imaginations shouldn't flow in the same stream as greed and pride. Those kids on Disney are always foolish, for the worst reasons, and barely have respect for their parents and I just don't agree with the whole screenplay conduct. It's too "fake" and cliche. There's a difference between imagining and doing well, and just being a spoilt dork. Besides, Disney isn't diverse. All the characters and actors are just the same and doing the same thing. I want a difference and to hear something I've never heard of before.
And I still swear that my children won't watch Disney. There's so much better out there and, also, fun and all that stuff that Disney "provides" can come in various, **cough, better, cough**, forms than what they have. I mean, seriously, don't any of us believe in Foreign Films and all that good stuff? The farthest Disney's gotten with foreign is like Mexico and England. Dude, that's the U.S.'s bloodline right there!
I don't want to have those that I care about eat new forms of lettuce and cabbage. I want them to have the whole salada shindango, including the strawberries and oranges mixed in hither thither. Disney, in the end, is just the same boring stuff of people barely any of the viewers will be, especially if they keep watcing that bunka. . .
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