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Re: ö l a n d a 6 6 y e a r s
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Yeto-Ya-Yeto 228: Ariana Grande - yes, and?
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Dinah took a deep breath in as she approached the fake congratulating attitude everyone was throwing at her. What was to congratulate? Sweden had failed her, and it was annoying. She didn't have to go through this, and she didn't want to be exposed to their plasticity. Oh god, it was too much to handle already. This was killing her. She was not pleased, obviously, because she knew she deserved more, but it also bothered to witness other people and their never-ending bullshit. She was the best off all those plastic bitches after all, yet she now had to go through Andra Chansen. "How dare they?" she thought. How did they think they could do this to her? It was more of a joke, in a sense, that filled her up with more hatred for the mellokind. "Poor me, only if I had flashed my boobs enough." She knew what she was going to do, nevertheless. Even though she had promised herself she would not, she was so going to do it. She ignored everything and left for her hotel room in Örebro, without even signing in for neither the afterparty, nor the interviews media seemed to be chasing her around for. Tobbe could wait, she had to do something more important now. She was not even going to change the performing suit she had designed, who could decide what she was to wear? She could very well leave the building, wearing it instead of “regular dailies."
She didn't want to use the usual exit. She was going to leave without leaving a trace. People would probably think it just took rather much for her to change, or she was too busy applying make-up in her dressing room, but it was not the case. She reached for the emergency exit and started sneaking out of the building. It was silent and no one was on that side of the road. She knew it would be safe. All of a sudden, however, her phone starting ringing. Why were they still calling her? She wondered who it was but she obviously was not going to take it. She jumped off the ladders and reached for the ground instead. The air welcomed her face and her pink hair started flowing along with it. To feel the fresh oxygen and not the fake, conditioned air at its best calmed her soul. It was a plesaure to be back in outdoors again. Her whole day was occupied with “fancy Mello stuff”, which inevitably included hours of rehearsal and boring, forced interviews with fake journalists, and she really needed some time to get back to her usual self, and recharge her inner spirit with nature's motherly hands. As the ringing came to an end, she decided to check whose call it was. She took her phone out of her bag only to see the missed call was from the one and only Christer Björkman. “Who would've thought?” She said to herself, in laughter. He must've gotten angry because she was nowhere to be found. They probably needed group photos and more fake interviews for Aftonbladet but she didn't feel like it, and Björkman needed to understand this. She didn't want more of drama and just wanted to do her own thing. She was not going to be dragged in with his sick games anymore. She was going to be the one in charge today. To be given such a nasty draw, in a fixed, pre-decided deltavling was already too much. It was her time now and they were going to pay. She looked at the cold, blue sky and inhaled more of pure oxygen. The moon was present and she felt its power in her body. “Nu kör vi.” she whispered.
“Melodi Nummer Fem
Make Me
-
La La La
Dinah
-
Nah”
was what filled the arena as the voice actor's announcation echoed the walls. It would be wrong to say she was not excited, because even though it did not really matter, Dinah was quite worried and it was rather scary for her, too. However, she was going to do it. She was very passionate about her song and she just wanted it so badly to be able to share her state of mind with the universe, and know that other conscious existances' attention was behalf hers. It was her time, she was announced and that moment where she felt very still passed abruptly, even though it felt like a million years. Her song started playing and she started performing along to the rhythm of her mind.
“I was falling apart, I was lost and astray, I was a ship
Drifting in the waves, I was looking for love, I was out in the cold”
Her song did not have a pre-determined choreography, she was not into pretentious acts and faking fake mindsets. It was Björkman who forced her to hire a bunch of background dancers so as to fill the stage and she couldn't turn him down, because obviously it was all the way he wanted. It was rather a masturbation of his ego, after all. All she felt like doing was dancing the way she wanted, so even if it didn't match to the background dancers', she kept doing it regardless. She was wearing what she had designed, a fullwhite body suit, covering most of her body parts with golden strings and sports shoes, collabrating with her neon pink hair. Björkman's syslists did not approve her look, and found it outdated and unfashionable, but who were them to say? She would never let them cross that line. She was going to do it her way.
“Like a plane in the sky, you've got me so high, Make Me La La La, Make Me La La La. YEAH!”
As she hit the chorus breakdown she kept dancing, but she also realized no one seemed to be in her favour and her heart shaped app-voting indicator was rather low. It was only then she realized what she had done and what had happened back in this moment. It was her, who rewrote the orders of the universe only to get back in time to fix what was done wrong. She realized that she got back after being disregarded in the hand-made deltaving that took place on the other dimension. Her passion was showing, and her disappointment was real. She knew she was robbed and she hated it. People did not even give her a chance, they didn't even take her seriously. All they did was just to bash her down. Her eyes, her face, it was all sending back the humiliation Swedes had put her into. She did not deserve this.
“In the darkest of nights.... It's time, it's time, for you and I.”
The walls started shaking, the arena was collapsing. Her expressions' potential was beyond Björkman's power could ever reach. All he could do was material. She decided to run away, escape that place, in order to feel safe, in order to be true, in her own habitat, on her own, with her real friends up there. As the stage broke down, she started taking off. She was flying, flying away from that place to somewhere, somewhere she could feel something real. She looked down on the arena, it was all destructed and people were in brief shock. In the meantime, she was diving into the sky that was embracing her within. She knew she would be her full, true self there with no doubt, hoping they would realize what it was all about someday too.
tl;dr: She basically went to Ölanda, where there is no pre-judgement, no bias but eternal freedom, and became our citizen!
for your information,
that abortion was not our 66th entry, duh.
btw, read my fan-fiction to tame your thirst for my adorable anniversary entry.
I.
that abortion was not our 66th entry, duh.
btw, read my fan-fiction to tame your thirst for my adorable anniversary entry.
I.
Dinah took a deep breath in as she approached the fake congratulating attitude everyone was throwing at her. What was to congratulate? Sweden had failed her, and it was annoying. She didn't have to go through this, and she didn't want to be exposed to their plasticity. Oh god, it was too much to handle already. This was killing her. She was not pleased, obviously, because she knew she deserved more, but it also bothered to witness other people and their never-ending bullshit. She was the best off all those plastic bitches after all, yet she now had to go through Andra Chansen. "How dare they?" she thought. How did they think they could do this to her? It was more of a joke, in a sense, that filled her up with more hatred for the mellokind. "Poor me, only if I had flashed my boobs enough." She knew what she was going to do, nevertheless. Even though she had promised herself she would not, she was so going to do it. She ignored everything and left for her hotel room in Örebro, without even signing in for neither the afterparty, nor the interviews media seemed to be chasing her around for. Tobbe could wait, she had to do something more important now. She was not even going to change the performing suit she had designed, who could decide what she was to wear? She could very well leave the building, wearing it instead of “regular dailies."
She didn't want to use the usual exit. She was going to leave without leaving a trace. People would probably think it just took rather much for her to change, or she was too busy applying make-up in her dressing room, but it was not the case. She reached for the emergency exit and started sneaking out of the building. It was silent and no one was on that side of the road. She knew it would be safe. All of a sudden, however, her phone starting ringing. Why were they still calling her? She wondered who it was but she obviously was not going to take it. She jumped off the ladders and reached for the ground instead. The air welcomed her face and her pink hair started flowing along with it. To feel the fresh oxygen and not the fake, conditioned air at its best calmed her soul. It was a plesaure to be back in outdoors again. Her whole day was occupied with “fancy Mello stuff”, which inevitably included hours of rehearsal and boring, forced interviews with fake journalists, and she really needed some time to get back to her usual self, and recharge her inner spirit with nature's motherly hands. As the ringing came to an end, she decided to check whose call it was. She took her phone out of her bag only to see the missed call was from the one and only Christer Björkman. “Who would've thought?” She said to herself, in laughter. He must've gotten angry because she was nowhere to be found. They probably needed group photos and more fake interviews for Aftonbladet but she didn't feel like it, and Björkman needed to understand this. She didn't want more of drama and just wanted to do her own thing. She was not going to be dragged in with his sick games anymore. She was going to be the one in charge today. To be given such a nasty draw, in a fixed, pre-decided deltavling was already too much. It was her time now and they were going to pay. She looked at the cold, blue sky and inhaled more of pure oxygen. The moon was present and she felt its power in her body. “Nu kör vi.” she whispered.
- - -
2.
2.
“Melodi Nummer Fem
Make Me
-
La La La
Dinah
-
Nah”
was what filled the arena as the voice actor's announcation echoed the walls. It would be wrong to say she was not excited, because even though it did not really matter, Dinah was quite worried and it was rather scary for her, too. However, she was going to do it. She was very passionate about her song and she just wanted it so badly to be able to share her state of mind with the universe, and know that other conscious existances' attention was behalf hers. It was her time, she was announced and that moment where she felt very still passed abruptly, even though it felt like a million years. Her song started playing and she started performing along to the rhythm of her mind.
“I was falling apart, I was lost and astray, I was a ship
Drifting in the waves, I was looking for love, I was out in the cold”
Her song did not have a pre-determined choreography, she was not into pretentious acts and faking fake mindsets. It was Björkman who forced her to hire a bunch of background dancers so as to fill the stage and she couldn't turn him down, because obviously it was all the way he wanted. It was rather a masturbation of his ego, after all. All she felt like doing was dancing the way she wanted, so even if it didn't match to the background dancers', she kept doing it regardless. She was wearing what she had designed, a fullwhite body suit, covering most of her body parts with golden strings and sports shoes, collabrating with her neon pink hair. Björkman's syslists did not approve her look, and found it outdated and unfashionable, but who were them to say? She would never let them cross that line. She was going to do it her way.
“Like a plane in the sky, you've got me so high, Make Me La La La, Make Me La La La. YEAH!”
As she hit the chorus breakdown she kept dancing, but she also realized no one seemed to be in her favour and her heart shaped app-voting indicator was rather low. It was only then she realized what she had done and what had happened back in this moment. It was her, who rewrote the orders of the universe only to get back in time to fix what was done wrong. She realized that she got back after being disregarded in the hand-made deltaving that took place on the other dimension. Her passion was showing, and her disappointment was real. She knew she was robbed and she hated it. People did not even give her a chance, they didn't even take her seriously. All they did was just to bash her down. Her eyes, her face, it was all sending back the humiliation Swedes had put her into. She did not deserve this.
“In the darkest of nights.... It's time, it's time, for you and I.”
The walls started shaking, the arena was collapsing. Her expressions' potential was beyond Björkman's power could ever reach. All he could do was material. She decided to run away, escape that place, in order to feel safe, in order to be true, in her own habitat, on her own, with her real friends up there. As the stage broke down, she started taking off. She was flying, flying away from that place to somewhere, somewhere she could feel something real. She looked down on the arena, it was all destructed and people were in brief shock. In the meantime, she was diving into the sky that was embracing her within. She knew she would be her full, true self there with no doubt, hoping they would realize what it was all about someday too.
tl;dr: She basically went to Ölanda, where there is no pre-judgement, no bias but eternal freedom, and became our citizen!
RÖSTA FÖR DINAH NAH I ANDRA CHANSEN.
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Re: ö l a n d a 6 6 y e a r s
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Re: ö l a n d a 6 7 y e a r s
HINT:
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Re: update from ölanda
OMG Tamagotchi
OMG Tamagotchi
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Re: 68 ; ölanda
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Yoni
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Re: 68 ; ölanda
Back rolls?
Back rolls?
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Re: 68 ; ölanda
Eat it.
Eat it.
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[ｃｅｎｔｅｒ]ｌａｌａｌａｌａｌａ 7 0 ｙ ｅ ａ ｒ ｓ＿
Ｉ ｗｏｎｄｅｒ ｉｆ ｈｏｌｙ Ｏｌａｎｄａ ｗｉｌｌ ｄｏ ｗｅｌｌ ｔｈｉｓ ｔｉｍｅ ｎｏｗ ｔｈａｔ ｉｔ ｉｓ ｔｈｅｉｒ ７０ｔｈ ａｎｎｉｖｅｒｓａｒｙ， ｏｒ ｆａｉｌ ｈａｒｄ ａｓ ｕｓｕａｌ！
Ｅｘｃｉｔｅｍｅｎｔ ｉｓ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ａｉｒ， ｗｏｏｏｏｏｏ
ｈａｐｐｙ Ｆｒｉｄａｙｓ， ｘｘ．[/ｃｅｎｔｅｒ]
[ｃｅｎｔｅｒ]ｌａｌａｌａｌａｌａ 7 0 ｙ ｅ ａ ｒ ｓ＿
Ｉ ｗｏｎｄｅｒ ｉｆ ｈｏｌｙ Ｏｌａｎｄａ ｗｉｌｌ ｄｏ ｗｅｌｌ ｔｈｉｓ ｔｉｍｅ ｎｏｗ ｔｈａｔ ｉｔ ｉｓ ｔｈｅｉｒ ７０ｔｈ ａｎｎｉｖｅｒｓａｒｙ， ｏｒ ｆａｉｌ ｈａｒｄ ａｓ ｕｓｕａｌ！
Ｅｘｃｉｔｅｍｅｎｔ ｉｓ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ａｉｒ， ｗｏｏｏｏｏｏ
ｈａｐｐｙ Ｆｒｉｄａｙｓ， ｘｘ．[/ｃｅｎｔｅｒ]
strajker
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Re: serenate and clair, sorry.
It's soon going to be FIVE!
Thanks for unblocking my vision during the last 4 years
It's soon going to be FIVE!
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Re: serenate and clair, sorry.
Not soon, it's already 5. I signed up to WL around these days 5 years ago. #lookitup
Not soon, it's already 5. I signed up to WL around these days 5 years ago. #lookitup
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Re: ７０ｙｅａｒｓｏｆ （ö）
HAPPY 5TH BIRDAY!
HAPPY 5TH BIRDAY!
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ＵＳＡＧＩ
ＦＬＵＦＦＹ ＡＮＤ ＣＵＴＥ ＬＩＫＥ Ａ ＲＡＢＢＩＴ
ｗｈｙ ｄｏ ｐｅｏｐｌｅ ｌｏｖｅ ｒａｂｂｉｔｓ？
ｔｈｅｙ ａｒｅ ｓｏ ｇｅｎｔｌｅ， ｓｏｆｔ， ａｎｄ ａｄｏｒａｂｌｅ ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ．
ｅｖｅｒｙ ｐａｒｔ ｏｆ ａ ｒａｂｂｉｔ ｉｓ ｓｐｅｃｉａｌｉｚｅｄ
ｓｏ ｍａｋｅ ｉｔ ｌｏｏｋ ｖｅｒｙ ｃｕｔｅ．
ｃｕｔｅｎｅｓｓ ｃａｎ ｂｅ ｓｏ ｉｎｔｅｎｓｅ ｔｈａｔ ｉｔ ｉｓ ａ ｐｏｗｅｒｆｕｌ ｗｅａｐｏｎ．
ｇｉｒｌｓ ｃａｎ ｍａｋｅ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｆａｃｅｓ ｕｐ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｍａｘ，
ａｎｄ ＣＨＥＡＴ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｗａｙ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｆｒｏｎｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｎｅ．
ｉｓ ｉｔ ａ ｓｉｎ ｔｏ ＣＨＥＡＴ ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ ｐｒｅｔｔｙ？
ＦＬＵＦＦＹ ＡＮＤ ＣＵＴＥ ＬＩＫＥ Ａ ＲＡＢＢＩＴ
ｗｈｙ ｄｏ ｐｅｏｐｌｅ ｌｏｖｅ ｒａｂｂｉｔｓ？
ｔｈｅｙ ａｒｅ ｓｏ ｇｅｎｔｌｅ， ｓｏｆｔ， ａｎｄ ａｄｏｒａｂｌｅ ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ．
ｅｖｅｒｙ ｐａｒｔ ｏｆ ａ ｒａｂｂｉｔ ｉｓ ｓｐｅｃｉａｌｉｚｅｄ
ｓｏ ｍａｋｅ ｉｔ ｌｏｏｋ ｖｅｒｙ ｃｕｔｅ．
ｃｕｔｅｎｅｓｓ ｃａｎ ｂｅ ｓｏ ｉｎｔｅｎｓｅ ｔｈａｔ ｉｔ ｉｓ ａ ｐｏｗｅｒｆｕｌ ｗｅａｐｏｎ．
ｇｉｒｌｓ ｃａｎ ｍａｋｅ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｆａｃｅｓ ｕｐ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｍａｘ，
ａｎｄ ＣＨＥＡＴ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｗａｙ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｆｒｏｎｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｎｅ．
ｉｓ ｉｔ ａ ｓｉｎ ｔｏ ＣＨＥＡＴ ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ ｐｒｅｔｔｙ？
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