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Name: Annie Gender: Female
Interests: My Jesus, my savior. Other peole who know Jesus as their savior :); Expression. Dracula. Animal Farm. Easter candy. Piano. Garrett Hedlund. Working out. Disney. Final fantasy. Nonsense. Traveling. Romania; and their music. Vampires. Cobra Starship. 80's music. Taebo. Pilates. Cuddling my kitties. Tea. Books by Sarah Dessen. The perfect pair of jeans, not too low, not too high, not too tight, not too loose. Anyone who truly feels good in their skin, by knowing the Lord. Cowboy Bebop. Avonlea. O-zone. Sonic. Starbucks. Aspirin. Samurai Champloo. Japan. Sushi. Color coordinating. Lip gloss. Worship. In depth Bible studies. Giggling. Watching movies. Dancing. Expertise: Writing; Words; Eating; Climbing; Chib dancing; Obsessing; Watching men; Shopping for clothes and food. Oh, and losing my sanity. Occupation: Burlesque Queen/Writer Industry: Expression/Art
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12/6/2005
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| "You don't leave me at the front door"
It seems like the theme of this month is "Jobs" or something. I know people who have just gone through transfers at their job, people who are looking for a new job, people who have lost their job and are looking for a new one, and people like me who are looking for their first job. It's intense and scary and to be frank, I wish there was something else to talk about. Sigh. But such is life. My parents work today, so I'm heading over to my cousin's house. Were spending the 4th of July together. :) Our plans? We actually have a few besides playing Xbox. They include the following: Nails. Because mine haven't been polished in over a month. And my toenails are getting long. Harry Potter marathon! Heck yes, a look at the actors who used to (and once in awhile still do..) make us grin 'cause they're "just so cute". Swimming--Lord willing the pool wont be green this time, and I can attempt to restore the tan in my arms. Keep your fingers crossed for me. Have a blessed day (: | | |
| "Would he be crying? That seemed logical..."
Psalm 25:7 Remember not the sins of my youth or my transgressions; according to your steadfast love remember me, for the sake of your goodness, O Lord! I found that verse when I was doing my devotions this morning. The whole chapter of Psalm 25 deals a lot with waiting on the Lord, and whilst waiting on him, letting him teach you his ways. That's probably something I needed to hear. Not probably, definitely. I have so many desires right now. Well, it feels like "so many" when there's really just a couple of them. I tend to exaggerate things when they seem overwhelming to me. And I'm kind of just like, "God, why aren't these desires being met? I'm going crazy. I hate my life." Even though I don't actually hate my life. I feel better when I say that. I feel better when I say a lot of things. My heart feels so out of control right now. It's funny how sometimes I wish I had my own "hiding place" when more than anything my heart is saying "Find me. Find me." Life's just bizarre sometimes isn't it? | | |
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Psalm 17:3 You have tried my heart, you have visited me by night, you have tested me, and you will find nothing; I have purposed that my mouth will not transgress. No time for a real blog. All I can say is up next I have Ramen noodles to eat, pilates to do, and a swim date with my cousin. Ciao | | |
| "Every bridge I ever built while you were here"
I'm the tall one with the red (gorgeous, thanks to my mom) hair. These are our "band" pictures. We figured we might call ourselves "That Filipino Band"--don't ask. Hehe.
Yes, I'm back from camp. And I feel oh so refreshed. A bit sad to return to the real world (and I know I'm not the only one who can say this). But God is good. All the time. Matthew 17:7-8 But Jesus came and touched them saying, "Rise, and have no fear." And when they lifted up their eyes, they saw no one but Jesus only. Prior to that verse, the disciples are getting psyched up over the transfiguration. I think these verses really speak to me. I get excited about something or other, God interrupts me (as he should) and then speaks a word of encouragement. Something that brings peace. Teaching me to see nothing but Him. I love it. All my poems are unfinished. My relationships too. So you look at me and I look at you and I hate this drama but I love this fun. No words can express why, I cannot say good-bye. 6 minutes pass. With it my ability to speak, my pride, and your face from my mind. Yes, I'm back. :) | | |
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