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  • DanAeRi

    DanAeRi

    Your attention is quite a gift. Thank you.
  • sonnetjoy

    sonnetjoy

    This American was raised in Misawa, Japan, but is moving to Honduras. Sorry, Poland, our long-delayed date with destiny will have to wait!
  • blogregression

    blogregression

    .. this feels old..
  • Mouseneb

    Mouseneb

    I am a promise..... I am a possibility..... I am a promise with a capital "P"..... I am a great big bundle of potentiality.....
  • buddha_gazelle

    buddha_gazelle

    Student of Linguistics
  • Prophetmargin

    Prophetmargin

    Somehow you're bound to feel cheated.
  • malaika_09

    malaika_09

    i spend too much time thinking deep thoughts that really aren't so deep, talking to people about the randomness that inhabits my mind, playing piano, and singing. i use about half of my time playing guitar, because it's a way to escape that doesn't make me find peace and quiet first. i like to write, draw, read, and journal. i run and bike and play volleyball, basketball, and the football that is sometimes called soccer. haggling over the price of jeans in the mbale market is fun.
  • papua2001mk

    papua2001mk

    I am a Christian struggling to come to terms with my faith. I am a married woman learning to love, a third-culture kid who still loves the beautiful country of Indonesia, a sister and a daughter living too far from family, and a friend with my dearest friends spread all across the world. I am called a conservative by some and a liberal by others. I love stories and I love knowing and being known, and this is what has drawn me to xanga.
  • jelera22

    jelera22

    Artist. Dancer. Traveler. Writer. Mischief-maker. Mom. My life spans four countries, two continents, and too many cultures to count.
  • fupianna

    fupianna

    I have a tattoo, on the inside of my left ankle. It is an outline that I drew of Africa. There is a pair of bare feet walking across East Africa. And on the end of Africa and the edge of my foot is the word "NEEMA". This word is not pronounced "Neeeema" with a long E sound, as most people say when they read it. Justifiably I guess, but rather it is pronounced "Ne-ema". Two short “e” sounds. I don’t know why this matters to me, but it seems to. This word means "Grace" in Kiswahili. This is my life. I grew up in Africa. It means the world to me. And Grace, that is what my life has been about and has taught me. God's grace. It is ever-present, and definitely has been shown to me throughout my whole life. Africa might be the best place to learn what the word grace means. I always thought that grace meant God blessing you with things. No, it doesn't. Getting a new computer.. That is not Grace. At least not my new definition. Watching children living in the slums, singing and dancing and enj