Going to Indonesia

I haven't been in over a year!!!! Finally I get to go back my dear sweet Rachel :D
I get to see my sweet baby Shannon again...oh but she's soooo big already
Anyway, keep me in your prayers.

Anatomy T-T

I'm now sitting in the computer lab next to Anita my gangstaaa buddy :D anyway, I'm supposed to write this research paper thing for anatomy and I don't really feel like it! Anyway, focusing on happier things last night was a lot of fun!!! Went to Steven and Barbara's house for thanksgiving dinner and got to play Plants vs. Zombies with Sarah-Jayne, the cutest 4 year old in the world! *sighs* here I come anatomy research paper T-T

Going running with Julz

I'm going on a running date with my sweet friend Julie

Hee

I just watched Letters to Juliet for the 100th time! I think it's a sweet movie :D

Sure that probably never happens in real life but there's nothing wrong with daydreaming a little.

---People of Irony---

Why do people say they don't want
hardships but actually they look for
drama everywhere they go?!

It boggles my mind sometimes
I love to use that phrase.
People say they don't want to get
hurt when they actually go out
and look for it. I'm not perfect
and I still do alot of mistakes
but it is very silly for me to go
and look for trouble or danger or
drama. Why do we do these things?
Why do we want trouble when it's
unnecessary? Why do we want to
get hurt when actually hurt is our
biggest fear? Why do we yearn
for rejection when we try to run
from it? We are a people of irony!
Why are we so afriad to show who
we really are? Because of what people
might think? It's their opinion, and
opinion isn't necessarily the truth.
We humans are amazing, complex,
and complicated!

Who?

Whose shoulder is this?

It's warm and tear-stained

It's firm and comforting

It's strong like a soldier's

But gentle like a father's

Whose shoulder is this?

Whose voice is this?

It's soft and peaceful

It's authoritative but humble

It's strict but encouraging

This that speaks of immense forgiveness

Whose voice is this?

Whose heart-beat is this?

It was one that was silent for awhile

It was one that beat again

It was one that broke away the bondage

And it's still beating, beating, beating

Whose heart-beat is this?

Who is this man I see?

He is a man of majesty

He is a man of humility

His hands and feet, they speak, of the scars

His back is marked with lashes

Because of love which led to sacrifice

For you and for me

Who is this man I see?