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Nina Stroiczyk


Last Updated: 12/21/2009

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Gender: Female
Status: In a Relationship
Age: 19
Sign: Scorpio

City: Willich
State: Nordrhein-Westfalen
Country: DE
Signup Date: 3/28/2007

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May 14, 2009 - Thursday 

Current mood:  catalyzed
My lovely Mr. Singngclub!                              - Mein lieber herr Gesangsverein!


Blackwoodscherrycake                                  - Schwarzwälderkirschtorte


You are on the woodway                                - Du bist auf dem Holzweg


sleepontrain                                                  - Schlafanzug


That makes me so fast nobody after                - Das macht mir so schnell keiner nach


I make me nothing you nothing out of the dust - Ich mach mich mir nichts dir nichts aus dem Staub


You have a jump in the dish                            - du hast nen Sprung in der Schüssel


Ladylike                                                        - dämlich




January 7, 2008 - Monday 

Falsche Freunde: Fragen nach Kippen
Wahre Freunde:
Sind der Grund, warum du keine Kippen hast.
Falsche Freunde: Nennen deine Eltern Frau/Herr

Wahre Freunde:
Nennen deine Eltern Mom/Dad
Falsche Freunde: Holen dich aus dem Knast und sagen dir, was du getan hast, war falsch.

Wahre Freunde:
Sitzen in der Zelle neben dir und sagen: Scheiße...wir haben's verkackt...war aber verdammt lustig!
Falsche Freunde: Haben dich noch nie weinen sehen.

Wahre Freunde:
Weinen mit dir...
Falsche Freunde: Werden dich stehen lassen, wenn die Menge das tut.

Wahre Freunde:
Werden der kompletten Menge den Arsch treten, die dich stehen gelassen hat.
Falsche Freunde: Bleiben für ne Weile.
Wahre Freunde:
Bleiben ein Leben lang.
Falsche Freunde: Werden die Person, die Scheiße über dich erzählt, blöd voll labern.

Wahre Freunde:
Werden sie einfach ausknocken.
((Falsche Freunde: Werden das hier ignorieren.

Wahre Freunde: Werden es an dich schicken...))

January 5, 2008 - Saturday 

1) New York City has 11 letters
2) Afghanistan has 11 letters.
3) Ramsin Yuseb (The terrorist who threatened to destroy the Twin Towers in 1993) has 11 letters.
4) George W Bush has 11 letters.
5) New York is the 11th state.
6) The first plane crashing against the Twin Towers was flight number 11.
7) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers. 9 + 2 = 11
8) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, was carrying 65 passengers. 6+5 = 11
9) The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11 as it is now known. 9 + 1+ 1=11
10) The date is equal to the US emergency services telephone number 911. 9 + 1 + 1 = 11.




Sheer coincidence..?!
Read on and make up your own mind:-



1) The total number of victims inside all the hi-jacked planes was 254. 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.
2) September 11 is day number 254 of the calendar year. Again 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.






take a look. notice anything?!
This is seriously freaky!
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November 26, 2007 - Monday 

Current mood:  gloomy

Eine Träne kullerte mir über die Wange,

da ich ihm die Liebe nicht mehr schenken konnte, die ich ihm einst schenkte.

Jeder Kuss schmerzt, jede Berührung,

die Hintergehung , von der er nichts erfahren darf.

Er fragt mich ob ich ihn noch lieben würde,

ich sage ja, ich habe Angst ihn zu verletzen.

Angst habe ich vor dem Ende,

 das ich erwarte, sogar das Ende das ich verlange.

August 25, 2007 - Saturday 
am I pretty? Every girl thinks they arent pretty enough and they do this.
Girl: Hi.
Boy: Umm... hi.
Girl: I have to tell you something...
Boy: What?
Girl: I really like you. And I... I think I'm falling in love with you.
Boy: Ok...
Girl: What do you mean 'ok'?
Boy: I don't like you like that...
Girl: Why not?
Boy: I can't tell you... maybe another time...
From then on, the girl kept asking the boy 'Why not?' whenever she saw
him, and he kept answering the same answer of 'I'll tell you later.'
Finally the girl got fed up.
Girl: I'm tired of this! Tell me why you don't like me!
Boy: Do you really wanna know why?
Girl: Yes!
Boy: It's because you're not pretty! What's the point of going out with
someone when they're not pretty?!
Girl: But... I...
Boy: Just shut up and leave me alone!
The boy leaves and the girl is sitting there alone, crying her heart
out. Then her cell phone rings.
Girl: Hello?
Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go home, ok? I'll be home from work in a
few hours.
Girl: Alright Mom.
Mom: I love you.
Girl: I love you too, Mom.
Mom: Bye Bye.
Girl: Bye
The girl heads home and once she got there, she went in the bathroom and
looked at herself in the miror.
Girl: I'm not pretty enough...
She set to work, knowing fully well what she was going to do. 2 hours
later, her Mom came home and heard the bath water running. She went
upstairs to find the hallway flooded so she knocked on the door.
Mom: Honey? Are you alright?
She opened the door and was shocked at the site. The bath was
overflowing onto the floor and the water was tinted red. She walked over
to see what was inside and screamed. There, her little girl was lying
with cuts all over her face and wrists. Her Mom backed away and was
going to run to call the police when something caught her eye. On the
miror, a piece of paper was taped up.
'Am I Pretty Enough Now?'....