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  <title>Nature's Child</title>
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  <updated>2007-02-26T03:22:44Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:floating_leaves:2946</id>
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    <title>floating_leaves @ 2007-02-25T20:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-26T03:22:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-26T03:22:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rush</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/floating_leaves/pic/00005cf7/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/floating_leaves/pic/00005cf7/s320x240" width="320" height="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a bit depressing when girls see themselves as the weaker counterparts of the men. Women rule this world...YOU KNOW IT!!! DON'T DENY IT!!! We are the ones that go through the pain of childbirth, who fight to get through the thick surface of putdowns and expectations of a woman. We are supposed to be the ones to clean up after everything, to take care of the man when he is down...to help him through 'his' burdens, take the blame for him when he fails. We are to comfort them when they feel alone...and yet we are left unsatisfied after he is long gone in dream land. What the hell? WHY?! Why should we be the ones to take care of these ...babies? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am through with it all, men can take care of themselves...I am a strong girl, tired yes...but strong. I am tired, sick and tired of the boys here, they expect the girls to be...oh how do you say it politely...SLAVE!!!! I am through, and am a changed girl....fuck...I am off to run....the anger coursing through me is just...overwhelming....so off I go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LVxxCxVZuo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LVxxCxVZuo&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:floating_leaves:2591</id>
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    <title>floating_leaves @ 2007-02-25T20:11:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-26T03:12:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-26T03:12:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loPPFQwwcVY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loPPFQwwcVY&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:floating_leaves:2414</id>
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    <title>BAD JIRAIYA!!!!</title>
    <published>2007-02-26T03:02:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-26T03:02:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ca9ABUCYuDg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ca9ABUCYuDg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that is his name...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:floating_leaves:2298</id>
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    <title>And thanks to becky, I went to look for more</title>
    <published>2007-02-26T02:52:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-26T02:52:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSAB1jglmDU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSAB1jglmDU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxgReTVrgGo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxgReTVrgGo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but this was awful, made me laugh so damn hard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_Fb2_vZTDU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_Fb2_vZTDU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnStUFI2Z0U"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnStUFI2Z0U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized just how much I like girls</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:floating_leaves:2042</id>
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    <title>Oh my....~giggles~</title>
    <published>2007-02-26T02:21:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-26T02:21:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the music from youtube</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lookie what else Becky-chan sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;br /&gt;This is...CHIPMUNKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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    The real thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2N45FTiVYk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2N45FTiVYk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this one was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62rBV34zFa8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62rBV34zFa8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMa8UetQnp0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMa8UetQnp0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpLYcexzaM4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpLYcexzaM4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=huDVdFQV384"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=huDVdFQV384&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song...it suits us girls...so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_xpg8ymGmU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_xpg8ymGmU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song made me laugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNjj9ptd-sg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNjj9ptd-sg&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:floating_leaves:1537</id>
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    <title>floating_leaves @ 2007-02-25T18:47:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-26T01:48:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-26T01:48:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">BECKY!!!! HOW DARE YOU....YOU STOLE MY PASSWORD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;~how did you figure it out anyway???~&lt;br /&gt;YOU EVIL, SNEAKY PERSON YOU!!! I AM TELLING TESSA ON YOU!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:floating_leaves:1313</id>
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    <title>floating_leaves @ 2007-02-25T14:46:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-25T21:51:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-25T21:51:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/floating_leaves/pic/00004ygb/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/floating_leaves/pic/00004ygb/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually do like this piccie too, THANK YOU BECKY-CHAN!!! ~huggles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;my gosh...I never actually saw myself as an ItaSasu fan...but then Becky sent me loads of fanfiction, and piccies....~falls over from bloodynose~ Wow.... I never thought those stories could be soo...lets just say I was short of breath while reading them...and the pictures were just...~falls over again~ I must say, I am now officially an Uchihacest fan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be honest, I found that someone was watching me, and I didn't know it. So...Ms. Kat_the fox...I looked at your profile, and stole the Uchihacest banner. I couldn't help it...I am sorry...~hides~ Don't KILL ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I will eventually put up my attempt of Uchihacest later...if you don't mind that is...~is hit~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:floating_leaves:1125</id>
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    <title>About Becky</title>
    <published>2007-02-25T00:43:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-25T00:43:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>This Kiss; Faith Hill</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/floating_leaves/pic/000033gk/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="168" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/floating_leaves/pic/000033gk/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky always sends me piccies she knew I would like. I miss her so much. &lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say that to me, Becky is what others call, life-long childhood friends. In middle school, wow...she left me breathless. Just the sight of her laughing, and playing with Bailey was just...wonderful. Though most of Becky's friends didn't know me, never really seen me...but we kind of kept it our little secret. A tad bit childish, but it felt wonderful...and adventure of sorts. We wrote notes to each other, every other day, drew pictures for each other. It was like I finally found a reason to be happy, because before I met her...I was very lonely and sad. Her laugh helped me, she always offered hugs, and she just loved to play with my hair which was very comforting. I still have the little cross stitched kittens she made, one for just about every holiday. A collection, that is put up on my wall. I love her imagination, even though at the moment it is centered around sex and affection. But every now and then, I can still see the little faeries that she and I created in our little notebook, which I also still have. I live each day, thinking about her holding me, and I smile...feeling the emotions, the heat of her chest against my back and her breath warm by my ear. Her chin resting on my shoulder, just content with the feeling, the contact of our bodies. I miss her, I still feel her there sometimes, especially when I am alone....it gives me inspiration to write...One day I will send her my stories, and I can&amp;nbsp; see her face light up in excitement. She loves reading my work, loves reading her friends creations.. handmade things...are her favorite things, especially when she knows that I had worked hours on it, just for her.</content>
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    <title>floating_leaves @ 2007-02-18T09:37:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-18T16:51:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-18T16:51:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>HighwayMan; Lorreena Mckennitt</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/floating_leaves/pic/00002kze/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/floating_leaves/pic/00002kze/s320x240" width="178" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(indicates to piccie) I think that is cute.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that I know this thing works, and that I have found the only person I really wanted to get ahold of. Life is good now. I can die happy now. I'm only kidding.&lt;br /&gt;THis Uchihacest thing....yeah. I am more into het incestuality...not really all for the gay scene...the les scene is great. And it adds a bit of...character when the girls are sisters.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can put some of my likes and dislikes down here..probably should do that for my Profile, but I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes: I love to read and write, and do so whenever I can, and even though I like art, I can't draw to save my life. I like to cook and clean, which is what I do to help relax frayed nerves and it can really help me through the day. I love walking along the beach and watching the sun set, or rise over the ocean. The reflection of the sun nearly blinding, and the colors are oh so beautiful. I love the scent of the salt in the air and how cool or warm the breeze as it whips my hair around my face. Makes me feel like I am in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;I love my cat with all my heart. Little Kyoko-chan. She is butterscotch yellow and has green eyes, except she is blind in her right eye. She is a shorthair. I love the feel of cat's fur and the feel of feathers between my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;I like children, but only to a certain extent. I mean, they are absolutely adorable when they are asleep, but when they are awake...I could just swear that the gates to hell had opened. I love the feeling of a small child in my arms or his/her little fingers wrapped around mine. I want to be a mother...but I don't think I would make it through the actual childbirth thing. I love my family, my brother and all. We have our ups and downs, but we make up for it by loving each other. I like the way old books feel and running my fingers down the printed pages, savoring the whispers of the story beneath my fingertips. I love the colors Teal Blue, and Sea Grean, which make me feel at ease. I listen to all kinds of music and tend to lean towards celtic songs. Like the ones Beka-chan would play when she was over here. Oh how I miss her flute playing. I loved the tone of her instrument, and the small gasps of air she needed to keep playing. It was lovely and made me feel at ease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should actually write a novel on my likes and dislikes..&amp;gt;I will stop here and continue later.</content>
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    <title>floating_leaves @ 2007-02-17T23:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-18T06:36:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-18T06:36:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>None at the moment</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/floating_leaves/pic/00001sht/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/floating_leaves/pic/00001sht/s320x240" width="185" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I am Amaya Miharu. This is my first online blog, journal...thing. And I am just merely testing it out, to see if I can get a hang of things. I friend of mine is on here...she doesn't know I am though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I describe myself? I think I should&lt;br /&gt;I am about 5'4 with waist length black hair and dark blue eyes. Unless I wear my contacts, which are usually purple or sometimes red. I have silver hoops in my ears, two on each lobe, and a black stud in my cusps. I have thin, toned arms, but I am very...very pale. I also have a silver ring on my ring finger on my left hand...no...I am not engaged. Don't plan on being so anytime soon either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personality? I will go into that later. Just a test run.</content>
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