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It's been a while, but we're back.

...VOGUEit!

Created on 2004-09-05 05:43:01 (#4438184), last updated 2007-11-20

402 comments received, 1,696 comments posted

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323 Journal Entries, 56 Tags, 11 Memories, 0 Virtual Gifts, 6 Userpics

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Name:	The Hammer of Dawn™
Website:	The Me You Never Knew

Bio

First off, my journal is "Friends Only" for a reason. I don't want freaks like the ones who end up on the news, asking to be my friend, stalking me or whatever - it's happened before, so don't say I'm being paranoid or something. I don't want those folks viewing my pictures, sending me messages, email, IMs, etc. I'm not here to have an obscene amount of people on my friends list. This is not a popularity contest for me. So if you're that anxious to read my journal (and trust me - you're not missing much), put in a request on the public entry. If your sole purpose is to hit on me, spy on me, or make snarky comments when I don't fucking know you -- don't bother. If you're a hater, you need not apply -- don't confuse my self-confidence for arrogance or whatever. I'm quite sure whatever sins you accuse me of, you're just as (if not more) guilty than I am. Anyway, moving on...

Alright, let's start with the time. You give your clock a sidelong glance. RED LED lights paint to you in a cyber punk's shadow that it's late. There's soft music in the background, pulling the strings of your brain's sleep indicators. Fingertips tickle the tips of your senses, and the taste of DRO is still on your tongue. Winter's knocking on your door, and she's angry, but you tell 'er rent ain't comin' 'til SPRING. So sit back, relax, put your cold feet next to the heating vent, and breathe.

Not your average night, with the cold snap still stinging the bridge of your nose, you're thinking about the sun on your face and the weight of education tugging at your shoulders. Another day and the grit of your college years begin to chip at you. Fatigue soaks your words like gasoline and each minute that limps past is a potential spark.

School starts in a few hours for you and all you can think about is the next weekend, the next holiday, the next night Winter angrily pounds your door while you cower beneath the sheets.

Welcome back, kids. Please turn to page 30.

My name is Aisha, and the above is an original piece that fell off my fingertips. That is exactly how I felt strolling into class unprepared this week. I'm 19 years young, and I'm a living, breathing kaleidescope of personality. I'm a certified ASIAPHILE, I'm a poor college student, and I'm Nigerian. I've got enough pride for me and several friends combined, and I love braggadocio more than anything - especially since I can justify my own. I can come off as vituperative, but you've got very little to fear from me. I don't set out to scathe anyone with my words, and if I do, it's probably unintentionally. I'm a published author, but I speak in slang most of the time. I like dead languages, and bio-sciences. Sometimes (often, actually), you'll catch me on my back, snoring in my panties and a Superman shirt, my satin hair-cap, and my Prada glasses, with an issue of VOGUE or ELLE on my stomach, and my laptop buzzing next to my head. Sometimes you might see me in the streets (literally), dancing on the sidewalk with a pair of giant earphones and a sporty-looking iPod on my hip. I've got a pair of brown, sparkly-glittery flats that I've almost worn out, and a fetish for sleek firearms. I've saved three lives by giving blood, and have received letters from all of them. I am an activist of various causes, a lazy genius, a blood donor, and an aspiring model.

I have an obsession with the future of technology, cyberpunk settings, Thailand, Singapore, luxurious lifestyles, France, haute couture, skylines, black holes, astrophysics, medical quandaries, BLUEPOWERADE, sulfuric acid, and bright colors.

I believe I'm pretty easygoing, easy to get along with, and I defend my friends. I don’t take kindly to backstabbers, or people who don’t value friendship. If you know who I am, feel free to drop a message my way. If you’ve got old drama you want to resolve, bring it to me and we’ll settle it like grown folks are supposed to. I am a roleplayer, for those who know what that is, and I do have other screen names that I roleplay on, so feel free to ask if you’re interested. I love chocolate, music, stargazing, full moons, red moons, red sunsets, tattoos, and natural disasters. I have four tattoos, and a nose piercing that needs to be reopened. I’m a published author here and in the U.K; I love to write more than any other hobby. I like to take pictures of myself, and play with make-up, I’m very candid and open about myself, and I don’t regret my past, seeing as at the time I did things it was exactly what I wanted to do. I don’t view many things as taboo to speak about in “polite company” because as far as I’m concerned, you’d rather hear about someone’s funny and embarrassing stories than debate politics. It’s just how things are with me, y’dig?

AOL Instant Messenger: african inkwell
Yahoo! IM: silentium_steel
MySpace: missati
SK 3 Email: aishabaisha@tmail.com

Here's where you can vie my writings, art, etc. Some are roleplaying journals, some are just websites, others are DeviantART.

steelcontraband :: Nadja Maharat, my roleplaying character's new journal.
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