Just wondering
I’m going to London soon to college and im a lil bid scared so i was JUST wondering
Yours Truly
♥ 5′3 Russian/American/Asian
♥ Non-Smoker/Non-Drinker
♥ Allergic to Alcohol
♥ Gotta have rice
♥ Camera PRINCESS
♥ Speak 2 fluents language
♥ World Traveler
*places I’ve lived:Russia/Khabarovsk/Moscow.China/Cal… Hills
♥ Total nerd
♥ future Jobs-Modeling and acting
♥ I’m always Funny!
♥ Not a morning person
♥ HAVE to watch the previews at the movies
♥ Get scared watching the previews for scary movies
♥ Can’t live without eyeliner & lipgloss
♥ Want to try Skydiving & Snowboarding
♥ MYSPACE = My Anti-drug
♥ Girly
♥ sweetheart
What I Adore
The color PINK
Shopping
Dancing
All types of Music
Xbox360
Roses
Playing in the Rain
(Virgin)Pina Coladas
Taking Pictures
French Tips
HOT CARS
Learning about other cultures
Italian & Chinese food
Adobo
Apples
Animals
Road Trips
Romance
Friends and Family
Candy
parties
all types of movies
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I won a trip to Malaysia through an official Tourism Board in Canada. I would love to go there as the itinerary is fantastic, so many things to see and experience…but I am actually really nervous and worried. Malaysia has an official “high caution” travel warning on it…it always does and so do most Asian travel destinations. I am blonde, white, and an attractive female as part of a travelling group going there. I’m unsure as there has been kidnappings, criminal attacks and such there. Additionally, the flights are on Air China..one of them is 14 hours long. I researched some on Air China and it doesn’t seem to be the best airline out there and the safety rating is not very good. I am a person that thinks very positively and expects the best..but there is obvious concerns here so I am not sure if I should pass up this once in a life time opportunity. Any advice, I’d appreciate.
Take care and enjoy your travels!
I’m A Diabetic Moving To India For A Year, How And Where Can I Buy Insulin There?
I am a business professional (type 1 diabetic) and considering moving to India for a year (or other DEVELOPING countries). Last fall I went to rural China and had to pay in cash for 6 months worth of Insulin and carry it around (sometimes without refrigeration). My thing always holding me back from long term trips is how to get my supplies.
Does anyone know of a mail order supplies company for business people abroad(especially outside the western world)?
I’m sure there may be retired persons living abroad that get insulin (especially in the developing world) …. How do they get it?
There are also private hospitals abroad, but the problem in Asia, is there is a lot of fake medicine mixed in.
Also what is the best travel insurance (medical evacuation, and general coverage) for diabetics?
Any advice?
Thanks,
Scott
I have spent my life being adored, loved, and petted. I have been called beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, and perfect. I have been driven to Paris, New York, Guatemala, and Hollywood. I have been fussed over by superstars all over the world. I am on the front covers of People, Star, Ok, and Cat Fancy. I have met the President of the United States, Guam, and Iraq; the Queen of England; and the rulers of Germany and France. I have been onstage with Brittney Spears, Angelina Jolie, the Jonas Brothers, Brad Pitt, and Beyonce. I have modeled clothing from Calvin Klein, Kenneth Cole, Ralph Lauren and Liz Claborne. I have eaten foods from around the world: calamari, caviar, and fried chicken liver with a pinch of salt, nutmeg, and lemon flavoring (just the way I like it).
Many adoring fans watch me as a wake, eat, sleep, dress, and walk. People photographers watch day in and day out for a small mishap, like having liver all over my face after looking up from my silver and pink monogrammed and specially engraved diamond bowl with the cute little emerald bows on the side or tripping on my chocolate brown dress with the long train and falling on the ground, messing my dress and freshly groomed hair. I must say, it is rather tiring to be famous, not that it is not fun, of course. But I must draw the line somewhere. Just yesterday I was reading in Tiger Beat, a teen magazine that is mostly about teen stars, that I was the most famous cat in the whole world. Now, the “most famous” part I do not mind, but being called a cat is not satisfactory, especially not after a huge breakfast of deviled eggs, and warm muffins. Just because I have to look up at people and have a lighter color of hair than most (it’s, like, almost white) does not mean I am a quote un-quote “a cat”. Where do they get this stuff? That’s, like, almost as bad as being called a midget. See what I have to put up with day after day?
I have never looked in a mirror or at any of my pictures. I find it quite alarming how it turns my energy way down and I can never focus on my work. I mean, one time I looked in the mirror before a show and got the biggest shock of my life. Whoever had dressed me had done a really good job at decking me out for Halloween because I looked like a cat….a cat wearing my blue sequined mini. I have to say I took no time in calling my agent and firing the woman that thought it was funny to dress me in a Halloween costume before I was about to do a show. Just to tell you, that night, I was so upset, I almost spilled my double chocolate chip frappicino and I only get one of those a year (my agent thinks I will get to high on sugar and die, poor dear). After that small setback in my career I promised myself, no more pictures, no more mirrors, no more reflections in pools. I do not need to get myself overworked before a show.
Today, I have my biggest show yet. My agent and I are going to speak at Idol Gives Back, a “helpful” version of the much famous American Idol. I totally have to wear my new strapless dress. First of all it is purple, the color of royalty and second it makes be look about three years older. My agent and I travel all over the world talking about the time I saved the Prime Minister of China from eating poison liver(yawn), the time I saved Anne Hathaway from choking on a overly huge sour grape(no big, honestly), and the time I saved Dakota Fanning from a burning house(now that was cool). My agent has to do all the talking for me due to a birth effect that leaves me squeaking like a baby when I try to talk. I have trained my agent on exactly what to say and when to pause to let my jump in. Normally, I would let my agent do all the talking, but the audience loves it when I jump in with my own opinion. It doesn’t really matter what I say, just that I say something (I usually just limit myself to one word at each pause). Yet, I still do not see why there is the resounding “Awwwwwwww” that follows each word I utter.
Today is the day. It is November 13, and after a two-year boycott, I have decided to look in a mirror. I mean, I am only going to meet the new president. I honestly cannot trust my make-up artists to make me look as fabulous as a can be. I must look in a mirror. I have dressed my best today. My navy-blue sailor suit looks beautiful with my white rain boots (they actually look good) and my hair is styled to perfection with little navy hair clips. Nothing can go wrong. I might even suggest to my make-up artist that I should wear a little mascara that my agent always wears, or maybe some lipstick.
I am totally closing my eyes as I walk up to the mirror. I know my agent and make-up artist are right behind me but I am still nervous. My nose touches the mirror and I make a mental reminder to ask my make-up artist for a face-lift or a nose job, my nose is just to flat. I hear my agent counting down behind me. Three…Two…One…I open my eyes and…see a cat. I spin around, blink, then
I’m A Diabetic Moving To India For A Year, How And Where Can I Buy Insulin There?
I am a business professional (type 1 diabetic) and considering moving to India for a year (or other DEVELOPING countries). Last fall I went to rural China and had to pay in cash for 6 months worth of Insulin and carry it around (sometimes without refrigeration). My thing always holding me back from long term trips is how to get my supplies.
Does anyone know of a mail order supplies company for business people abroad(especially outside the western world)?
I’m sure there may be retired persons living abroad that get insulin (especially in the developing world) …. How do they get it?
There are also private hospitals abroad, but the problem in Asia, is there is a lot of fake medicine mixed in.
Also what is the best travel insurance (medical evacuation, and general coverage) for diabetics?
Any advice?
Thanks,
Scott
I have spent my life being adored, loved, and petted. I have been called beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, and perfect. I have been driven to Paris, New York, Guatemala, and Hollywood. I have been fussed over by superstars all over the world. I am on the front covers of People, Star, Ok, and Cat Fancy. I have met the President of the United States, Guam, and Iraq; the Queen of England; and the rulers of Germany and France. I have been onstage with Brittney Spears, Angelina Jolie, the Jonas Brothers, Brad Pitt, and Beyonce. I have modeled clothing from Calvin Klein, Kenneth Cole, Ralph Lauren and Liz Claborne. I have eaten foods from around the world: calamari, caviar, and fried chicken liver with a pinch of salt, nutmeg, and lemon flavoring (just the way I like it).
Many adoring fans watch me as a wake, eat, sleep, dress, and walk. People photographers watch day in and day out for a small mishap, like having liver all over my face after looking up from my silver and pink monogrammed and specially engraved diamond bowl with the cute little emerald bows on the side or tripping on my chocolate brown dress with the long train and falling on the ground, messing my dress and freshly groomed hair. I must say, it is rather tiring to be famous, not that it is not fun, of course. But I must draw the line somewhere. Just yesterday I was reading in Tiger Beat, a teen magazine that is mostly about teen stars, that I was the most famous cat in the whole world. Now, the “most famous” part I do not mind, but being called a cat is not satisfactory, especially not after a huge breakfast of deviled eggs, and warm muffins. Just because I have to look up at people and have a lighter color of hair than most (it’s, like, almost white) does not mean I am a quote un-quote “a cat”. Where do they get this stuff? That’s, like, almost as bad as being called a midget. See what I have to put up with day after day?
I have never looked in a mirror or at any of my pictures. I find it quite alarming how it turns my energy way down and I can never focus on my work. I mean, one time I looked in the mirror before a show and got the biggest shock of my life. Whoever had dressed me had done a really good job at decking me out for Halloween because I looked like a cat….a cat wearing my blue sequined mini. I have to say I took no time in calling my agent and firing the woman that thought it was funny to dress me in a Halloween costume before I was about to do a show. Just to tell you, that night, I was so upset, I almost spilled my double chocolate chip frappicino and I only get one of those a year (my agent thinks I will get to high on sugar and die, poor dear). After that small setback in my career I promised myself, no more pictures, no more mirrors, no more reflections in pools. I do not need to get myself overworked before a show.
Today, I have my biggest show yet. My agent and I are going to speak at Idol Gives Back, a “helpful” version of the much famous American Idol. I totally have to wear my new strapless dress. First of all it is purple, the color of royalty and second it makes be look about three years older. My agent and I travel all over the world talking about the time I saved the Prime Minister of China from eating poison liver(yawn), the time I saved Anne Hathaway from choking on a overly huge sour grape(no big, honestly), and the time I saved Dakota Fanning from a burning house(now that was cool). My agent has to do all the talking for me due to a birth effect that leaves me squeaking like a baby when I try to talk. I have trained my agent on exactly what to say and when to pause to let my jump in. Normally, I would let my agent do all the talking, but the audience loves it when I jump in with my own opinion. It doesn’t really matter what I say, just that I say something (I usually just limit myself to one word at each pause). Yet, I still do not see why there is the resounding “Awwwwwwww” that follows each word I utter.
Today is the day. It is November 13, and after a two-year boycott, I have decided to look in a mirror. I mean, I am only going to meet the new president. I honestly cannot trust my make-up artists to make me look as fabulous as a can be. I must look in a mirror. I have dressed my best today. My navy-blue sailor suit looks beautiful with my white rain boots (they actually look good) and my hair is styled to perfection with little navy hair clips. Nothing can go wrong. I might even suggest to my make-up artist that I should wear a little mascara that my agent always wears, or maybe some lipstick.
I am totally closing my eyes as I walk up to the mirror. I know my agent and make-up artist are right behind me but I am still nervous. My nose touches the mirror and I make a mental reminder to ask my make-up artist for a face-lift or a nose job, my nose is just to flat. I hear my agent counting down behind me. Three…Two…One…I open my eyes and…see a cat. I spin around, blink, then
I have spent my life being adored, loved, and petted. I have been called beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, and perfect. I have been driven to Paris, New York, Guatemala, and Hollywood. I have been fussed over by superstars all over the world. I am on the front covers of People, Star, Ok, and Cat Fancy. I have met the President of the United States, Guam, and Iraq; the Queen of England; and the rulers of Germany and France. I have been onstage with Brittney Spears, Angelina Jolie, the Jonas Brothers, Brad Pitt, and Beyonce. I have modeled clothing from Calvin Klein, Kenneth Cole, Ralph Lauren and Liz Claborne. I have eaten foods from around the world: calamari, caviar, and fried chicken liver with a pinch of salt, nutmeg, and lemon flavoring (just the way I like it).
Many adoring fans watch me as a wake, eat, sleep, dress, and walk. People photographers watch day in and day out for a small mishap, like having liver all over my face after looking up from my silver and pink monogrammed and specially engraved diamond bowl with the cute little emerald bows on the side or tripping on my chocolate brown dress with the long train and falling on the ground, messing my dress and freshly groomed hair. I must say, it is rather tiring to be famous, not that it is not fun, of course. But I must draw the line somewhere. Just yesterday I was reading in Tiger Beat, a teen magazine that is mostly about teen stars, that I was the most famous cat in the whole world. Now, the “most famous” part I do not mind, but being called a cat is not satisfactory, especially not after a huge breakfast of deviled eggs, and warm muffins. Just because I have to look up at people and have a lighter color of hair than most (it’s, like, almost white) does not mean I am a quote un-quote “a cat”. Where do they get this stuff? That’s, like, almost as bad as being called a midget. See what I have to put up with day after day?
I have never looked in a mirror or at any of my pictures. I find it quite alarming how it turns my energy way down and I can never focus on my work. I mean, one time I looked in the mirror before a show and got the biggest shock of my life. Whoever had dressed me had done a really good job at decking me out for Halloween because I looked like a cat….a cat wearing my blue sequined mini. I have to say I took no time in calling my agent and firing the woman that thought it was funny to dress me in a Halloween costume before I was about to do a show. Just to tell you, that night, I was so upset, I almost spilled my double chocolate chip frappicino and I only get one of those a year (my agent thinks I will get to high on sugar and die, poor dear). After that small setback in my career I promised myself, no more pictures, no more mirrors, no more reflections in pools. I do not need to get myself overworked before a show.
Today, I have my biggest show yet. My agent and I are going to speak at Idol Gives Back, a “helpful” version of the much famous American Idol. I totally have to wear my new strapless dress. First of all it is purple, the color of royalty and second it makes be look about three years older. My agent and I travel all over the world talking about the time I saved the Prime Minister of China from eating poison liver(yawn), the time I saved Anne Hathaway from choking on a overly huge sour grape(no big, honestly), and the time I saved Dakota Fanning from a burning house(now that was cool). My agent has to do all the talking for me due to a birth effect that leaves me squeaking like a baby when I try to talk. I have trained my agent on exactly what to say and when to pause to let my jump in. Normally, I would let my agent do all the talking, but the audience loves it when I jump in with my own opinion. It doesn’t really matter what I say, just that I say something (I usually just limit myself to one word at each pause). Yet, I still do not see why there is the resounding “Awwwwwwww” that follows each word I utter.
Today is the day. It is November 13, and after a two-year boycott, I have decided to look in a mirror. I mean, I am only going to meet the new president. I honestly cannot trust my make-up artists to make me look as fabulous as a can be. I must look in a mirror. I have dressed my best today. My navy-blue sailor suit looks beautiful with my white rain boots (they actually look good) and my hair is styled to perfection with little navy hair clips. Nothing can go wrong. I might even suggest to my make-up artist that I should wear a little mascara that my agent always wears, or maybe some lipstick.
I am totally closing my eyes as I walk up to the mirror. I know my agent and make-up artist are right behind me but I am still nervous. My nose touches the mirror and I make a mental reminder to ask my make-up artist for a face-lift or a nose job, my nose is just to flat. I hear my agent counting down behind me. Three…Two…One…I open my eyes and…see a cat. I spin around, blink, then
Ok, I’m 12 going on 13 and my family always goes on winter trips late december.My parent can’t decide so I did research and I cant find anything so I made a account just for this 
.I’ve been to disney over 20 times it’s sick I’ve been 2 Hawaii, Mexico,China,Cali,Jamaica and I’ve been 2 most of the eastern parts of the US.Money Isn’t really a problem and flights and everything no need because my dad has a private jet. I just want something…
Do You Think That Members Of Congress Should Have To Use The Products That They Approve For Public Release?
Should they have to eat genetically modified foods on a daily basis, eat non-organic fruits and veggies and regular milk and beef, get the vaccinations (adjusted to a higher dosage for their weight and which still have mercury in them as most still do today) that they missed out on (since kids today have to take 14+ –more than double of what Americans used to take and more than any other country today), drink fluoridated tap water–not bottled water–daily (governors and state officials who voted for it in their state would be made to drink it too), consume imported milk products from China that might have amounts of melamine that can lead to death and kidney and liver failure (which is the majority of the food supply today), get more vaccines for the flu and the human papilloma virus, take regular plane trips in the airport not on private jets (so they can be scanned and looked at naked and have their personal belongings confiscated), etc.
Do you think they would start caring about public safety, health, privacy, and other issues that they irresponsibly voted for if they were made to suffer the consequences of their actions?
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Why has NO other country been there? Even if we beat the Russians there don’t you think they would still want to prove they could make it? Just because one person climbed Mt. Everest first hasn’t stopped hundreds each year from trying it. and thats just a mountain. We can’t even work out the kinks with the space shuttle now a days with foam flying off and hitting tanks etc.let alone the perfect trips in 1969 with gold tin foil wrapped around the outside of a cone lander-lol with only a computer equal to that of a calculator?? I’ve read on here some ask “why would they lie? or my favorite “I saw it with my own eyes” They lied for power and money just like the Government does today. And unless you were on the moon that day and “saw” it with your own eyes, then YOU don’t know for sure just like I don’t. I saw Transformers on TV the other day and it looked real too. Why is Japan, China, and USA still years away from going back?? they haven’t been yet. …yet
