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I'm tough , I'm ambitious

and i know exactly

what I want

If that makes me a bitch

OK


10 June, 2011
Once There Was War...

...and on days like today you can remember very clearly.
The house i am living in today would not be here if the british had not bombed the one that was here before imncluding their owners and children into a million little pieces. And the very same house i am under arrest for an hour today.
Another british bomb failed to explode a few blocks away and they have to deactivate it now.
How great is the feeling that you were walking over a Second-World-War Bomb all of your life? I'm kind of thankful the one under my room exploded so i am pretty sure there is nothing deadbringing hidden under my bed.

And when the cars go by your house with loudsperakers telling you to remove your car from the streets and stay in your house until it is safe to leave it again, it is kind of scary.....

And i am still tired from the 20 hours journey home.