About
So it's been about maybe 5 or 6 years since I've been on Gaia, but something pulled me back. Almost everything about me has changed since then. I've kept my old bio (stroked out below) for memory's sake.
My name is still Christina, but that's probably the only thing that has stayed the same. I've aged and I'm in a completely different place than I was 5 years ago. I'm discovering slowly who I really am. All I can say is that I love music (pop, hip hop) and biology. Yes, I'm a bio nerd at heart.
smile MyEvOb. Fei Lun Hai.
Once upon a time, in a peaceful little town, there was a girl named Leah who wore the title “queen.” She was a perfect queen – she made fair laws and kept tranquility throughout the town.
But one day, this sustained wall of perfect was destroyed. Immortal footsteps were painted all across town. They were the markings of someone – no, not someone; this person was not human – who wished to conquer this little peaceful town. And her name was Christina.
No one knew what happened. One day, Queen Leah was trying to evade her out of the town. The next, she became her best friend. And legends say, today, as they both live on, Leah is Christina’s most best friend – her fellow “imaginary” friend, as humans call them for they cannot see Leah.
As legends go on, there are many different stories. Here is The Story of My Life written by the legendary Christina, with Leah, always by her side.
The stars lingered above me. They shined; a new hope was here for me.
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For all those humble little humans, fear me, my love only lies for myself. My heartless, useless self.
Call me Christina. Those who I allow, Chrissy. And those chosen ones, Chrissytina or my preferred way of spelling it, Chrissyteena.
I am three hundred and sixteen years young. Period.
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If you know me well, you know that if you give me something interesting to do and my make-believe disorder comes into play, I get obsessed with that interesting thing. For example, Good Charlotte. Doris, thank you for introducing them to me. I downloaded 80-something songs into my iPod by them. I listened to them repeatedly, until they stuck into my head. Now, as of December 3, I burned them off. In other words, I need something new to listen to, something not Good Charlotte. In even simpler words, I listened to their songs too many times, as usual, and got bored. Now I need something else. Give me a suggestion?As of Dec. 15, my everlasting obsession is Fahrenheit. cough. Calvin. Jiro <333]
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You might assume that this happens for everything, but no. Everything that is, except for books. The wonderful world you can find in books. But the best of them all, one of the few things I cherish more than myself, is the TWILIGHT series. I bet all of you read it already and I blabbed too much sooo, ’nuff said.
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“Live your life as if there’s no tomorrow” keeps me running through my eternal life. I remember that I will get no other chance for this madness so; I decide to play along and get mad like the rest of them.
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Describing by “best friend” life is tough. So here goes nothing.
You know how when you wear a color, you suddenly decide that the color you’re wearing is your favorite color, well that’s me and my best friends. One week, maybe she’s my best friend. Next week maybe he’s my best friend.
Call me anything you would like, but it’s what I am. I don’t like ranking my friends and leaving them my #1 favorite friend forever. I like differences. That’s just me. (f)
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je deteste --
people who criticize others who can't do any better themselves.
sluts, etc. mean people.
j'adoree--
chocolate. sushii (yumm). tigers <2
my imaginary friend less than three's hugs. her name is leah. she changes her appearance often. Currently: Vampire. Always: Rebel
"Strong, Feared, and Unstoppable. Three words that describe my very existence." -- Leah.
evvie fae leah, my owl, is a magical one. and, yes, she's named after my imaginary friend. its a sad thing, you know, when something passes away.
dream avvi accomplished. ty butt3rfli3_girl fer all the donations. heart
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(Almost) A day-to-day Journal of the life of the one, the only. Me.
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