Yeah, needed to notify y'all that I decided to start a new fresh site on Xanga versus trying to clean this place up. Anyway, new site, but still the same taste you get from leaving frozen yogurt out in room temperature settings for five hours. So yup, go, GO THERE NOW AND ADD ME NEU SITE BEFORE I LOCK OFF THIS SITE!!!
And as a special surprise for going here probably through user tagging, it's been something hidden for years now:
One day a boy went to the doctor's office for a check up.
Sitting in on top the cold rubbery bed, the doctor sat in his chair writing and looking at the boy as he observed the boy who was sitting there.
After a while he took out a tongue depressor and a small flashlight to check inside the boy's mouth.
Inspecting around for five minutes, he went back to his desk and wrote down some more notes on his inspection of the boy.
The boy asked, "So what's wrong with me doctor?"
The doctor continued to write on his sketch pad.
The boy questioned again, "So what's wrong with me doctor?"
And the doctor continued doing what he was doing.
After a minute the boy started to feel sad and then he started to cry.
Feeling that the doctor wasn't telling him something was the fact that something was actually really really bad and that he might be really really dying if the doctor wasn't telling him what was going on.
After the boy hung his head down as he sobbed with tears staining the spot on the floor that was right below in the way the boy's face was pointing down towards.
When the doctor finally took some time to stop writing on his notepad, he turned around and got up to walk back towards the sad little boy who was sitting in his office.
Holding up the boy's chin, he held up his notepad for the boy to see what he was writing.
Except they weren't words, they were probably worth more than a thousand words.
It was a perfectly drawn panda sitting down and eating some bamboo in a forest of bamboo.
The next thing the doctor did was tear out the picture of the panda and the bamboo right from the paper as if it was a vinyl sticker.
Holding it up, he placed it in the boy's mouth and told him to swallow.
When the boy swallowed, he could feel the drawn panda come alive and climb down his throat as it digested in the stomach and the essence of the burned panda would go and wrap itself around his heart and restart a piece of something that had been accidentally turned off since Christmas.
The boy felt happier and the doctor instructed, "Now you will have to take a few more of these at least once a day for the next seven days."
The doctor gave the boy his notepad.
The boy looked through the notepad and saw that the doctor had drawn very realistic animals on each page eating or drinking something in their natural habitat.
The boy thanked the doctor and went on his way, while the doctor grabbed a new notepad and asked for the next patient to come in...
It’s scary when I think that death is only a prediction of seventy-three years away. Whenever we all ponder about where we want to go, I always think of that one place the dead reside… Heaven.
Yes, the long imagined place that is stereotyped with blue skies, cloudy grounds, and God hovering around you with his many harp strumming angels. I quiver at the thought of ever reaching that place. Even if such a dimension existed along with Hell and Purgatory, who’s to say that Heaven will be all that perfect? Heaven is a place that we all have our lifelong wants being waited upon for our arrival from the mortal world. But can Heaven be such a place that only projectors what we want without the whole need for hardships?
Again and again, we’d be able to be with our loved ones for a spot of tea, but after three million cups, don’t you think it’d get repetitive? Forever and ever for eternity, there would be no end to all this sugar and sunshine. People never fighting, no one ever saying bad to each other, it probably would get boring. No one would ever want to compete against each other for having good morals. Nothing but the same nice stuff over and over again.
Lingering forever with no more worries or fears; getting stabbed, shot, murdered, rapped (okay, some religions do promise virgins ), or even death at all. Life has its faults, but it’s what those faults in what makes life all the fun – but not all the time. Hell, people do enjoy a rousing game of Russian roulette, and some like the thrill of a revved up chainsaw just cutting through the flesh.
We all know perfection is a myth. Corrections are what we all thrive for, and that’s when Heaven fails. Everyone wants to have everything; but no one can ever tolerate it for any more than ten-thousand years straight. It’s a fickle dream of a false metropolis.
Heaven is like Hell. One is for pleasure, another for pain. In this day and age, the pain is now the party, and the pleasure is now the new rapture. The afterlife is like doomsday, everyone has some ideas, and we all hope for the worst/best. And the worst thing about Heaven is that even if you shoot yourself up there, you’d come back again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again…
It was back in 2004 that my first social networking site was created here on Xanga, and in my fourth/fifth-ish incarnation, I think it's come to the point where I might slowly go away from Xanga altogether like so many. I was never really the most popular on here, but hell, I was able to make friends with some of the major users here as well as be graced with their presence and even being acknowledged It's been a funky three years since my initial breakout around here but I think this is the best I'm probably going to do here on Xanga.
Being here for almost a decade I've studied what goes on Xanga. Some things are the same as you could find on any other social network as well as numerous forums and message boards. There are some things here that really make this place different from MySpace or Facebook. This place is a community to where you can meet new people easily and make friends outside your local circle. There's always the drama, trolls, and whateverz that make the internet what it is these days (hell, click here to see why I make comparisons between Xanga and 4Chan) And while those comparisons can be made anywhere, Xanga will still be Xanga like how 4Chan will still be 4Chan. I mean Facebook is obviously going be the major entity to beat, but who knows because the next big thing might be around the corner. Xanga will always be that memory of just being another blogging site or the site that really did set itself a part; even by just a little.
From what I use to think by even just a year ago, maybe it's because I finally got a life, or maybe I just have to break away. I won't go away in an instant from Xanga but maybe overtime I'll float away like a boat set to sea. I still will visit the people here I've been able to catch sometimes, but I think my activity here is coming to a close.
I'm just tired of feeling obligated to write about Xanga and other sites on the net versus what I want to do. I still have to give thanks to Xanga for helping me blog about things I never probably would have blogged about years ago. Now that I've gotten some educated practice as well as self-learning from online and off, I think it's time I decided to think about other things. For one, to the users who currently populate Top Blogs, I could never really write what they write. No dismissal on their writing skills, I mean aside from socializing online, they have to have something that's made them a Top 10 regulars on there. Hell, if they scan footprints every so often, they'll catch me. I mean from all the other users who've trashed the users on that list, I think I have to partially disagree. Maybe the users flaming them are partially speaking the truth when it comes to what people want to read every day 24/7. Yet even if the people populating that list are writing about the same stuff, they do it to where it appeals to people who constantly visit them. One user maybe doing something, while another is doing the same thing but with higher results. It could just be proper name passing, but not everything can be unearthed for them. I learned that and it was to the point where I'd be on Xanga 24/7 just to match up to the other major users. While some of the people on there are just blogging for fun, there's been plenty on the Top Lists that did have skills as well as the ability to attract users to their site all the time. Maybe it's because they can actually write as well as them socializing and knowing where to make themselves present versus just spamming someone's site out of the blue.
As fun as it was trying to pander to a wider audience, I think that's the one thing bringing me down. It's like being chained at the ankle to a large keyboard. I may not be officially obligated to blog, but I do it because I want to. I love writing. If anything, I should be working more on my first compilation book than blogging online. But blogging online can also be useful since viral marketing is what helps get some people known. Look at Perez Hilton. I'm just going to be a bastard here but I think I could probably blog more original material around him a hundred times over than he could outside his celebrity bashing, but for what he does, I can't match up directly. He bashes celebrities, anyone can bash celebrities if they put thought and/or amusmant to the art of insulting the famous. Here he's made it a living. Just taking photos and painting penises and 'werdz' on them and posting them on his site and reporting them like a newscaster on VH1's countless popculture specials. It may be simplistic but he's mastered it and made plenty of profit along with perks.
Lots of artists end up starving to death and only having their work revered centuries later, whilst what's hot/not is what defines today's world. It's all about shinning more than the mass in the center of that shine. I hate sounding the least bit pretentious but the world works like that no matter when, what, and how everything goes at the moment. It's all the same water we drink but put in fancy bottles or taking it from the source to make it that special.
So to Xanga I thank you for the years and start to what I've become and set out to want to achieve, but I think we'll be more like good acquaintances at this point.
Other places I'm inhabiting (yeah, I'll whore out moawr links):
), or even death at all. Life has its faults, but it’s what those faults in what makes life all the fun – but not all the time. Hell, people do enjoy a rousing game of Russian roulette, and some like the thrill of a revved up chainsaw just cutting through the flesh.
It's been a funky three years since my initial breakout around here but I think this is the best I'm probably going to do here on Xanga. 
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