tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10098723450567006952024-03-05T08:22:57.142-08:00your pale bodyhas that graveyard charm.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-41156492967768493102009-02-18T19:46:00.000-08:002009-02-18T20:06:36.854-08:00I'm in love with a brick wall.you'd think if someone loved you more than anyone else in the world they would stop doing the one thing that breaks your heart. the one thing that made you leave in the first place. yet it didn't phase you at all. how I felt one again didn't matter. not even the fact that I left made you second think it. you continue to push me farther and father into a shell of genuine shit. I hate myself and it has nothing to do with self esteem. no words can explain how I feel. not that it matters because you don't care. don't care don't care don't care. and that's what hurts the most.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-85359358171443589572009-02-12T16:25:00.001-08:002009-02-12T16:33:05.673-08:00This is fact not fiction, for the first time in years.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-87966927161188906582009-02-12T00:03:00.000-08:002009-02-12T16:36:16.642-08:00Fuckin' aliens.Leia cooked for me tonight and a bunch of people took care of me, which was fucking awesome, because I obviously cannot do this by myself. I guess that makes me a puss. Whatever.<br /><br /><br />So let's talk about how super stoked I am to start my diet! I plan on losing 15 to 20 pounds, strictly veget-tables and chicken. Plus there is a 24 hour gym around here. Fuck yeah. I want to be a bagabones, that way i could wear a fucking trash bag and still look good. Pretty sad but that's my goal in life as of currently. To look sexy in a trash bag? Way to go Nikki.<br /><br />OH! and dying my hair this color!<br /><br /><a href="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x5/JennyHarmonScott/WomanwiththeRedHair.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 519px; height: 519px;" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x5/JennyHarmonScott/WomanwiththeRedHair.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Probably a bad idea considering my hair just got healthy like two days ago. Fuck it. Hey, Bleach, you had me at "Hello".<br /><br /><br />The wind outside is ridic. Theres holes in two of my windows, and ironicly those widnows are smack dab right next to my bed. This should be a pleasent night. I also have no idea how to hook up my teevee, and the power is about to go out. AWESOME!<br /><br />I'm torn between everything. I fucking hate this. The one thing that's keeping me remotely sane is thinking that maybe one day my life will sound like this song.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zol2MJf6XNE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zol2MJf6XNE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><br /><br />A SOLID SOUL AND THE BLOOD I BLEED.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-83910953489835505282009-02-11T01:17:00.000-08:002009-02-11T02:11:47.121-08:00the flies on your corpse will taste sour.So what I've learned from this experience, besides the fact that I completely wasted three years of what was supposed to be the greatest years of my life, I've learned that only you can make you happy. Putting all of your hope and faith and love and blood and sweat and tears and money and possesions and entire soul into one human being means you're a fool. And I am indeed the biggest fool of all. I want to say if you love something let it go, but it's so far beyond that point. Chance after chance after chance just ended up being spit back into my face. And I feel like the biggest asshole of all time. But I guess out of every bad comes some good, and that's all I can hope for. Fingers crossed.<br /><br />This is a new start of my life. I will keep these memories close to my heart, forever. I won't ever forget anything, although I would like to right now. I'm as bitter as bitter gets, but that doesn't mean I hate the world. I hope everyone who knows the true meaning of love finds who they were truly meant to be with, and I pray they never feel like I do now. My best advice: Don't ever rely on anyone else, because you'll just get your heart handed to you time after time covered in shit.<br /><br />Oh. but wait. You forget things so fucking easily, so why should this even matter?<br /><br />..this aquired taste is only a fad.<br />(you finish the rest.)NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-79073547889601731532009-01-31T16:16:00.000-08:002009-01-31T16:19:18.267-08:00because I can't think of anything better.If it makes you less sad I will die by your hand<br />I hope you find out what you want<br />I already know what I am.<br />And if it makes you less sad<br />We'll start talking again<br />And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am.<br /><br />I'll grow old<br />And start acting my age<br />I'll be a brand new day <br />In a life that you hate.<br />A crown of gold<br />A heart that's harder than stone<br />And it hurts a whole lot<br />But it's missed when it's gone.<br /><br />If it makes you less sad<br />I'll move out of the state<br />You can keep to yourself<br />I'll keep out of your way.<br />And if it makes you less sad<br />I'll take your pictures all down<br />Every picture you paint<br />I will paint myself out.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-2681564517407055922009-01-30T17:53:00.001-08:002009-01-30T17:53:33.433-08:00when we dance<br />like a bug in the brandy, baby<br />drunk on the candy of you<br />and i don't need to tell you i love you.<br />when we touch nothing in the world fills me this much.<br />melting away from the heat<br />then lay at your feet<br />yes, i love to.<br />when we kiss<br />i am certain no one else exists<br />kissing, you know what you do<br />and i don't need to tell you<br />i love you, baby.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-47885077120805398422008-12-26T09:26:00.000-08:002008-12-26T09:50:27.136-08:00Wonder why I question it now?<br />I'm my own planet.<br />Not many can experience this sensation.<br />Loneliness is creeping out, or in, however you think of it.<br />But it sure is surrounding me.<br />Maybe all the complaining is an accurance of boredom.<br />I suppose it’s too late.<br />I am floating farther and farther away.<br />I did love, I did laugh, I did live.<br />Now I’m my own planet.<br />A spaceman. They say I am a spaceman.<br />Planets everywhere... my own destiny.<br />I’m floating towards the sun.<br />The sun of nothing.<br />Nothing is here. Memories are not clear.<br />Floating to the sun farther away.<br />I can't believe that’s what it has come to.<br />I never really had it all that bad.<br />I just looked around and never thought about the blank stares.<br />They were looking into something much worse than what I thought I was.<br />Selfishness is a very sticky quality of this species.<br />Looking around... I don't see any faces.<br />Yes I am lonely. It’s to be expected.<br />I’ll sleep now.<br />Dream waves.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-90834313138057607712008-12-25T11:07:00.000-08:002008-12-25T11:40:04.117-08:00Merry Sexmas.Christmas is always so depressing for my family, they drink themselves into oblivion and pretend to be happy, and it makes me want to massacre the world. I was glad to see my family last night but Christmas hasn't been the same since my Mimi and Papa passed away. At least we keep the traditons going strong, or attempt to. And I guess that's all that matters :)<br /><br />My cousin Christine found this decoration that says "When All Else Fails, Ask Mimi." Now, I've never heard that phrase in my entire existance. She said a random magazine came in the mail and she found it in there. I swear on sweet baby kittins after she ordered it, it disappeared from the magazine. I don't believe in god or angels but there is definitly something out there that sent my coustin that magazine. It was amazing, and it made my mother very happy. Therefore, I am happy too <3.<br /><br /><br /><br />Sigh. I miss my friends. I haven't seen anyone this week between the virus I got and being tied up with my family. Hopefully that changes tonight! I want to love on everyone, and I am going to. So prepare yourself, because the Japanther is out for blood. And I mean that in the best way possible, scouts honor. SO LAY IT ON ME MOTHERFUCKERS, I'M OUT IN 3 DAYS.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-17264278052327838682008-12-14T11:24:00.000-08:002008-12-14T11:54:41.375-08:00Don't cry I'll bring this home to you.<a href="http://pics4.city-data.com/cpicc/cfiles36164.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pics4.city-data.com/cpicc/cfiles36164.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The first day I moved here, a total of 6 people told me that this town would change everything I ever thought I knew and everything I thought I was. I can feel it happening, but I don't think it's a bad thing. I feel more independant, I think I have more pride, and I'm almost confident in what I do. Somedays I feel the complete opposite. Yesterday I wanted to crawl into a hole and rot forever. I would have gave anything to be in New York, with my mom, and my brothers, and my animals, in my living room laying on the floor barefoot. I cant even walk around barefoot here without the risk of getting AIDS, it sucks. Somedays I feel inferior to everyone here. Somedays I want to shank bitches for being slutty. I don't care if you're a ho, but be a classy ho, PLEASE? Thanks.<br /><br />5 days until home sweet home. I am going to tackle my mother to the ground and smother her with love. I miss my kitty, my bunnies, my puppies..MELVVYYY. I can't wait to eat homecooked meals and not microwavable meat or Banquet dinners. I can't wait to see MY LAURS SHRIMP TAMPORA babylove booberry sugapie honey buns. I miss John's songs, I miss Konstantines bow ties and contagious laugh, I miss Charies hamburgers and alchoholism, I miss Ralphs sincerirty. I miss everything.<br /><br />I'm also torn to shit. Everyday I think about the people I met here so far, and how much I love them. Truly love them. Chris, Dick, Remi, Jake, Ashley. I wish I could take them everywhere with me, maybe pull a Jetsons and fold them up and stick them in my back pocket, just whip them out whenver I needed them. I just want to be with everyone I love all the time. If only it was that easy. I honestly don't know what I am going to do without these people when I graduate. New York brings out the worst in me, and these people bring out the best. I never want to leave them for good. No never never.<br /><br />This past Friday there was a party at Robot house, where Dick, Remi, and Jake live. Towards the end of the night Chris and I decided to go back to Yellow house to eat. Jake followed. Said goodnight to Dick and Remi. We got back to house, and slowly but surley, Dick.. and then Remi, made their way up. I know it's lame but it was the best feeling ever. We always end up together. and I'm kind of in love with it.<br /><br /><br /><br />I'm ranting horribly. I'm sorry. This is what Monessen does. Ohhhhh, Monessen.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-4112528008317258652008-11-29T10:10:00.000-08:002008-11-29T10:12:13.793-08:00Now it's day and I've been trying to get that taste off my tongue<br />I was dreaming of just you, now our cereal, it is warm<br />Attractive day in the rubble of the night from before<br />Now I can't walk in a vacuum, I feel ugly, feel my pores<br />It's the trees of this day that I do battle with for the light<br />Then I start to feel tragic, people greet me, I'm polite<br />"What's the day?"<br />"Whats you doing?"<br />"How's your mood?"<br />"How's that song?"<br />Man it passes right by me, it's behind me, now it's gone<br />And I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired<br />It's family beaches that I desire<br />A sacred night where we'll watch the fireworks<br />They frightened the babies and you know they've got two flashing eyes<br />And if they are color blind, they make me feel that you're only what I see sometimes.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-48828210136737623792008-11-27T10:31:00.000-08:002008-11-27T12:08:08.199-08:00Happy Thanksgiving? or something.Subject:<br />RE: no sweet potatoe pie<br />Body: we love you, and miss you!!!!<br />its not the same here without you.<br /><br /><br />College gets so depressing around these times.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-78597363813589743002008-11-15T08:03:00.001-08:002008-11-15T09:19:21.361-08:00This bandwagon's on it's last leg.I love when people think they're smooth, meanwhile you see right through them. It's extremely entertaining. I have that same gut feeling I had when it happened the first time. I wouldnt even say it's an awful feeling, it's actually comforting. I already know. Completely obvious and stupid move. Stress the stupid.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-961374783819027012008-11-13T04:01:00.000-08:002008-11-13T04:02:10.619-08:00We always knew that you were better.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-6162566983349780252008-11-05T06:23:00.001-08:002008-11-05T06:31:32.837-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSX4tTiMp_CsBpz_vV0h762CQUQ1nn8oSVUbmD-OYZd-_tuYlnS8s8ncT1z9X9W0mQtUW0KIodMhDzHiyYW9zEcbh-nCyCfshUXLFYE6uuhyC_Xo-vj74t6AoWBY_kSJCIEJjw8ONVbeg/s1600-h/1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265180341343541554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSX4tTiMp_CsBpz_vV0h762CQUQ1nn8oSVUbmD-OYZd-_tuYlnS8s8ncT1z9X9W0mQtUW0KIodMhDzHiyYW9zEcbh-nCyCfshUXLFYE6uuhyC_Xo-vj74t6AoWBY_kSJCIEJjw8ONVbeg/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgReOjq2PQcOnJN5F-QYDuHzKzT0WNQj17iOPuuHJpBWilqmwC0ApupRsZ1EN2hvB6SkDPoAMQHnEVoh6qHCpNVN_9fJiZWnTG4wOMahTz8W0M_Y6Cjrw6Pd-FCpC0aAZm4sHM47Ml0RJI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265180339947910210" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ1G5BmXyugHx7zYzLH6ltGqvM2-8FQLWRQp3CdWbQcQTRncR5E55EeEHmr2vwZ7JW4FMyl34WnNnrBQT_WXZMFB1SnVomRLfqsxm2sCVBZ1OZNbsVh14TLCl-qe1icgbIRbnkYu4buSU/s320/l_7c99faffa26f46fa8a098fb546f45ddb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><3</strong> .<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-6084856831309444662008-11-02T08:22:00.000-08:002008-12-24T20:46:36.657-08:00<em>Used to be one of the rotton ones and I liked you for that,</em><br /><em>Now you're all gone, got your makeup on, and you're not coming back.</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dear New York,<br />Please go fuck yourself.<br />Or at least until I miss you again.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-6077555575892329582008-10-28T16:47:00.000-07:002008-10-28T16:56:19.380-07:00I'll write you a post card, I'll send you the moon.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-10075658647849973212008-10-26T12:01:00.000-07:002008-10-26T12:15:04.516-07:00You were always one to stay the same.Yesterday would have been fun if the nicest kid in the world didn't total his car. I feel like a horrible person, even though I couldn't do anything about it. I was there, and it just makes me feel shitty. It's crazy how close I already feel with the people here, to the point where I almost knocked the cunt out who was in the other car blaming him. Fucking bitches.<br /><br />Last night I actually put on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jduFDgIr598">Lack of Color </a>at the party. I'm not sure if that means I'm getting worse or better.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-61270469614991546002008-10-25T14:15:00.000-07:002008-10-25T14:26:11.625-07:00<em>Everyday's another scene, the world around and everything, for you. An open door, a cauldron of the waves rush in through every house, for all. So they say another lie; "Love's a rumor and love will die." We're lost and wondering. Deep in the ocean, there lies a wave for you.</em><br /><br /><br /><br />I could listen to this all day, everyday, and never get bored. Sometimes I download it again for no reason, just to do. Today I saw someone trying to share it with me on Limewire, and I canceled their download, because I knew it wouldn't mean half as much to them as it does to me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><em>Go, tell the millions, "Begin!" Well run through the fields, the turning of wheels, down with the buildings, world's on your shoulders, climb through the wasteland, wait for the sky to remind you; these things are true.</em>NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-59539643938968071572008-10-21T09:12:00.000-07:002008-10-21T09:53:42.083-07:00Absurdity.You can constantly change locations, but the people will always be the same. There will always be someone who hates you, for no logical reason whatsoever. I'm okay with it, I just think it's absurd. It was bound to happen, but for the reason you claim? Give me something worth it. You're in the wrong place for this nonsense. Die out.<br /><br /><br />DEAR LAURA,<br />Polaroid film for the cameras we have will be discontinued in August of 09. So stock up. Also, there is a <a href="http://www.gopetition.com/petitions/save-polaroid-film.html">petition </a>that you must sign.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />p.s. naked pictures of olive toned vaginas that hang to the ground, pretty disgusting. vom. vomvomvomvomvom.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-8898386620481942802008-10-20T10:24:00.000-07:002008-10-20T11:44:52.476-07:00Maybe it's the earth, maybe it's the heat.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IhHQukKXxCw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IhHQukKXxCw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-79935429477091753582008-10-19T09:52:00.000-07:002008-10-19T09:55:43.079-07:00I knew your heart I couldn't win.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-19928106094555736442008-10-12T08:13:00.000-07:002008-10-12T09:07:46.309-07:00Update?So I was in my first movie yesterday. Fuckin' shweet. All the appliances were from the remake of <em>Night of the Living Dead</em>, my makeup was "garley." Canada took pictures but I'm waiting for him to send them. Hmph.<br /><br /><br />There's this store in Pitts called Eides, and it may very well be the best movie store ever. I bought a bunch of toys and movies, blew at least 150 in the 15 minutes that we were there. They have this <em>I Spit On Your Grave</em> movie poster that fucking rules, but it's 72 bucks, and I'm offically poor.<br /><br /><br />I want New York weed. Ralpppphhhhhhh!<br /><br /><br />I saved a kitten. It's staying at Yellow House and it's name is Ruka Phenix. (Ruka means gorgeous in German, I believe?) It's orange and black and white and it makes me miss Charlie. I miss everyone. So much. I hope they visit soon. If not... War.<br /><br /><br />Sculping class rules. Jerry Gergly is the man of all men. I thought i'd be horrible at it but he always compliments my work so I guess I can't be that bad. Pictures soon when I get a new camera.<br /><br /><br /><br />Foundations of SFX rules too. We made blood and semen last class. On my way home my blood spilled all over my steps and it looks like someone was massacred in front of my house. It was awesome, but someone cleaned it. Party poopers.<br /><br /><br /><br />The other night we went to see a Grindhouse Double Feature. Get this... Cannibal Holocaust and Cannibal Ferox. On the big fucking screen. It was beautiful. I can't want to brag about it to my kids when I get old.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOgpYXFUrN6CFsUbAXiFUTlpumOHjrqys5VCNOF3_H9LmzAq5PTJJvX1tSRh4tbdM-G_4qjEtpm0dVj4wrZiys2tCRTO93AfLFtgI8w7DQhu-BD7XTBFlJAA4O1XLcXkLx49n_mLHeAvM/s1600-h/two.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOgpYXFUrN6CFsUbAXiFUTlpumOHjrqys5VCNOF3_H9LmzAq5PTJJvX1tSRh4tbdM-G_4qjEtpm0dVj4wrZiys2tCRTO93AfLFtgI8w7DQhu-BD7XTBFlJAA4O1XLcXkLx49n_mLHeAvM/s400/two.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256299082998304578" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Animal Collective. !!.<br /><br /><br />I think I'm cooking dinner tonight. Chicken cutlets and mashed potatoes? 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKkolAJXP-GTWYeKtjlzwaB1ubfXky7E7Mq792_fvZISIwxJ6DNRfoXM-SqcJ0ZYHMbO3mStYh8780MgJg7jSScZlWWmHk8MHS60PIPMYsLlX_5G0bph9OvmqBEsRMXoNnonrqDhUa7Rk/s400/eight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256299719964268866" /></a>NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-76869253736811939932008-10-10T11:05:00.000-07:002008-10-10T11:11:42.922-07:00<a href="http://media-2.web.britannica.com/eb-media/08/67908-004-660132D4.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media-2.web.britannica.com/eb-media/08/67908-004-660132D4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Can I call you just to hear you?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-77263065973659008092008-10-07T16:48:00.000-07:002008-10-07T16:49:22.252-07:00You are the purple in me.I love PA.<br />but I already caught myself missing home.<br /><br />:(NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009872345056700695.post-1507579666170892592008-10-03T11:10:00.000-07:002008-10-03T11:11:18.972-07:00I love school and the house across the street.NIKKIANNE FROM JAPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010584863268674538noreply@blogger.com0