tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64209351476563987062024-03-13T15:10:20.345-07:00A BIG SCOOP OF COLORSerenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-68966980243412732962012-04-09T04:25:00.002-07:002012-04-09T04:25:30.881-07:00I cavedYup.. I caved and got a tumblr account~ will be using that mostly nowSerenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-20561391513646184652011-12-30T01:54:00.000-08:002011-12-30T01:54:55.017-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-31044058047520159922011-12-07T11:20:00.001-08:002011-12-07T11:21:30.975-08:00My immortal<iframe width="500" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5anLPw0Efmo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-49179954466333652532011-12-05T23:10:00.001-08:002011-12-05T23:10:10.773-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-74167455718450448992011-12-04T22:01:00.001-08:002011-12-04T22:16:49.683-08:00Creepy phone call<br />
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So after getting back to my room and realizing that I haven't had a meal today, I decided to order a small pizza. This is my awkward phone conversation with the employee...<br />
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Guy: So what would you like to order?<br />
Me: I would like a small hawaiian pizza please.<br />
Guy: oh nice. Your name is ______? And you're at _________ Hall?<br />
Me: ... uh... yeah<br />
Guy: We have it on file that's why.<br />
Me: *awkward giggle* oh gotcha.<br />
Guy: Did anyone tell you that you have a very pretty voice ________?<br />
Me: *awkward giggle again* uh...<br />
Guy: By the way, my name isn't Dustin, its Jake.<br />
Me: Oh I see?<br />
Guy: I just have to say that cuz I'm logged in under him but anyways, I wanted you to know my real name<br />
Me: ...<br />
Guy: _________?<br />
Me: uh huh?<br />
Guy: Did you know that I've been working since 2PM today (it was 1am at the time of this conversation)<br />
Me: Oh, that sucks<br />
Guy: Yeah it's alright though. I get to talk to people like you!<br />
Me: *awkward laugh*<br />
Guy: You know what? Just because I'm that type of a guy, I'm going to give you free dessert!<br />
Me: oh uh.. thank you...<br />
Guy: Yup! So it comes out to $$. <br />
Me: alrighty, thanks<br />
Guy: No problem, I'll give you a call real soon.<br />
Me: *hang up* That was the most creepy talk over the phone ever... -_____-Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-13888409986722583682011-12-02T01:33:00.001-08:002011-12-02T01:33:45.882-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My mind has been everywhere lately. Every time I'm alone, I have a million things going through my head and each of them makes me more unsure and anxious. Perhaps this is a sign for me to have a stronger focus on God. However, as a insecure and dumb human being, I feel pretty lonely down here. It's funny because I can be surrounded by groups of people that I would consider my closest friends, but I still have moments of anxiety and nervousness. </div>
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I often think about everything that's going on in my personal life as well as in my family. Then I picture the world as I want it to be... Then, soon, I realize that days are passing by and those dreamt up moments only happen in my imagination.... Every night I want to be comforted. I don't mean it in a 'I want a boyfriend' kind of way. I just want to be comforted by Him. Although I desperately reach out, I don't always find Him near. As my grandma recently told me, I am always in His arms, but am too distracted and confused to realize it. </div>
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I wish the world would stand still for a moment and all I have to think about are happy memories. Those memories that happened when I was too naive to care about other things. The ones shared with the people that I once thought cared...</div>Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-27715510902706903892011-11-30T23:15:00.001-08:002011-11-30T23:15:35.658-08:00Psalm 13: 5-6<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span>But I trust in your unfailing love. I will rejoice because you have rescued me. I will sing to the Lord because he is good to me.</span><br /></span>Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-53236126359445480412011-11-30T22:39:00.001-08:002011-11-30T23:12:31.008-08:00Many personalities<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lately I've been having many different emotions all mixed in one. Sometimes, it's hard for me to handle all the things going through my head. I often have to just sit and stare off into space for a little while, doodle, or take a relaxing shower. By the time I've come back to reality, I realize all the time that was wasted and get upset as a result. These are my 'I am's lately:<br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I am a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">coward</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">- someone who will hide behind a wonderfully semi perfected personality of being the content one in society. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I am a </span>phobic<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">- afraid of getting hurt, so always smile through everything and try to push myself down before someone else does.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I am a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">performer</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">- Life is my stage</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I am a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">lier</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">- constantly lying to those around me to keep them happy or to keep myself from getting hurt </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I am a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">naive planner</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">- things not going the way I planned makes me anxious and stressed beyond belief. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I am a</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">wishful thinker</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">- Always having expectations of those around me.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I am a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">tired traveler</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">- exhausted from all the acts put up, all the let downs, and unexpected detours. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">But in the end... I am a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">believer.</span></li>
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<br />Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-36724160773883096662011-11-02T07:40:00.000-07:002011-11-02T07:40:15.850-07:00Isaiah 41:10<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-18459" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;">10</sup> Fear not, for I <i>am</i> with you;<br /> Be not dismayed, for I <i>am</i> your God.<br /> I will strengthen you,<br /> Yes, I will help you,<br /> I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.’ </span>Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-19001348441143508392011-11-01T23:12:00.000-07:002011-11-01T23:12:08.058-07:00Psalm 25:16-17<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><span class="versetext" id="ps25-16" style="display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="versenum" style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 3px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">16</span> Turn Yourself to me, and have mercy on me, For I am desolate and afflicted. </span><span class="versetext" id="ps25-17" style="display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="versenum" style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 3px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">17</span> The troubles of my heart have enlarged; Bring me out of my distresses!</span></span></span><br />
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<br />Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-48415144175645869072011-10-26T01:21:00.000-07:002011-10-26T01:21:15.497-07:00Don't be so quick to think...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-44097326880217573322011-10-26T01:15:00.000-07:002011-10-26T01:15:19.165-07:00Ron and Hermione are hard to come by<br />
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A great story nowadays always has a lead character with at least two inseparable friends. Look at Harry Potter for example. Sure, he's super brave and has great qualities that pulled him through all the struggles and trials, but where do you think he'd be without his Ron and Hermione? Friends like that are extremely hard to come by. If you've read the story, you know that they both go through a lot for Harry. Ron and Hermione both risk their lives on multiple occasions just to help Harry out. <br />
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But are friends like that made only for fiction? Are they meant to be just a figment of imagination? Lately, a lot of people have talked to me about what they feel is lacking in their relationship with others. Words to describe it might be different, but I think when it comes down to it, people want loyalty from another. I know a lot of people have looked at the people around them and have said 'is this relationship fake? is it worth putting my time into?' </div>
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Most people just want a relationship with a friend that one can call at 5am asking to talk, and he/she will do the best to listen. They want friends that will remember your birthdays, your special events and ask you about your day. Not the friends that will call/text when they need something, but a friend that will call/text to hang out just because. Not the friend that will change their behavior according to who is around but will remain by your side even when the entire world turns on you. </div>
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Yes, Ron and Hermione are hard to come by...</div>Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-20275239570513809972011-10-26T00:57:00.000-07:002011-10-26T00:57:40.917-07:00Music History? HAHAHA!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes I just don't understand why we have to learn/analyze all these music in such great detail. For example, when analyzing Beethoven's 5th or 9th symphony, a person can't just say "oh that's great" or "that section of the music was fantastic!". We have to get into this whole argument about why the music was written the way it was etc. </div>
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As a music major, I want to defend the idea of taking apart the music in that sense. However, as a Bio major, sometimes these 'iffy' ideals really don't make much sense to me. I often think that composers probably wrote some of the stuff that they wrote because that's what came up in their head. Actually, I'm quite positive that not a lot of the composers sat down and said, in this part, I'm representing the anger I have towards the world and my ex lover, etc. </div>
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I guess the main point that I'm trying to get at is that music was written for the audience to listen. The composers probably wanted us to give our full attention to the music and feel the music move us. What we're doing instead is reading too much into the music and taking away the heart of it all. Not only does this not make sense to me, but it is also very upsetting!</div>
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I can't believe I ever let myself get this large! This is a disaster!! Okay okay, I might not be QUITE as large as the person from the picture, but believe me, i'm getting there. You see,I'm one of those emotional eaters. I eat when I'm stressed, upset, angry, etc. The sad thing is that when there is a special occasion, people celebrate by eating... so I even eat when I'm happy. I was never SUPER skinny, but I'd like to think that I was pretty fit in high school. Then college came along.</div>
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Gone are the days of fresh berries and other fruits, say hello to canned fruits! Gone are the days of regular meals made from scratch, say hello to randomly spaced meals most likely super processed. At least when I was at home, my mom would tell me when I'm stress eating so I can stop myself. Here, I don't even realize that I'm doing it! UGH... </div>
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I have several friends that are quite the opposite of me. Apparently they don't eat when they're emotionally distressed. I wonder... HOW CAN I GET THAT WAY! I'd rather have that trait than mine. But this year, FOR SURE, I'm going to go back to my weight from high school! And I'm going to do it the healthy way!!! FOR SURE!! </div>
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<br />Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-70526344139497561242011-07-18T11:06:00.000-07:002011-07-18T11:08:20.774-07:00K-LoveMy favorite listening station lately <div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.klove.com/listen/player.aspx">http://www.klove.com/listen/player.aspx</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Sterling is definitely one of my favorites! </div>Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-5231926475539261362011-07-15T19:18:00.001-07:002011-07-15T19:41:31.350-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">"There is no need to think about what </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">could've been</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> or </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">should've been</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">. Forget the past and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">move on</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">."</span></div><blockquote></blockquote>Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-74184819824129172332011-07-09T21:45:00.000-07:002011-07-10T18:04:11.697-07:00Shoes essentials<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e4kuu4e4DA8/Thk7p9nwT1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/UAaNGbY44Pc/s1600/girls-shoes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e4kuu4e4DA8/Thk7p9nwT1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/UAaNGbY44Pc/s400/girls-shoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627594801478127442" /></a><br />The other day one of my friend asked me why girls need so many different pairs of shoes. Being a long time shoes lover I thought I would have the right answer for him, but I couldn't find the words to describe it. I kept on telling him ' because it completes your look' or ' there are so many to choose from and you just fall for every one of them! They become your babies of sort?'. He thenwent on to explain how most guys have average of 3 types of shoes - sneakers, flip flops or sandals, and formals or work shoes. Although I knew this to be true, I was so shocked considering the amount of shoes that I have. After I got back to my dorm room, I begin counting. In the end I came up with- 5 sneakers, 1 hightop converse, 2 knee high boots, 3 ankle boots, 1 rain boot, 2 flats, 3 high heels/formals, 4 sandals, 1 slippers, and 2 flip flops. This is NOT counting the countless heels, flats that I have at home... Do I wear all these shoes often? No. In fact some of these shoes I haven't worn in months. That is why I've decided to make a list of essentials! This isn't really going to guarantee my shoes loving habits dying down but it's a start! Also, this is just strictly my opinion.<div><br /></div><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Every girl's shoes essentials!</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span><div>-A comfortable pair of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">work out shoes</span>.</div><div>-A cute pair of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">sneakers</span> for everyday walking.</div><div style="text-align: left;">-A colorful pair of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">converse high-tops</span> that will go with just about anything!</div><div>-A pair of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">not-so-slippery flip flops</span> for avoiding germy floors in the shower (for dorm girls!)</div><div>-A pair of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">cute flip flops</span> for hot summer days on the beach or just on the go.<br />-A pair of cute but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">comfortable sandals</span> for everyday walking in a hot summer day</div><div>-A pair of cute and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">dressy sandals</span> for special occasions in the summer<br />-A pair of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">flats</span> that will go with just about any outfit, especially skinny jeans or a cute skirt<br /></div><div>-A pair of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">knee high boots with heels</span> for a special occasion in the winter or when you just wanna be flirty ;)<br />-A warm and comfortable pair of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">knee high uggs</span> or similar furry boots for those unbearably cold winter days<br />-A pair of cute <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">ankle boots</span> for less cold and more completing your skinny jeans or skirt look</div><div>-A pair of cute but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">functional rain boots</span> for those fun rainy days.<br />-A sexy pair of make-you-feel-super-confident-and-<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">sexy stilettos</span><br />-A pair of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">black heels</span> for some formal occasions that requires less 'pop' and more formal<br />-A pair of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">open/peep toed or sandal heels</span> for special occasions or a night out.<br />-A pair of super <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">comfy slippers</span></div><div><br /></div><div>This totals to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">16 pairs</span> of shoes that I think every girl should have!</div><br /></div>Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-76886638858650947912011-07-03T16:16:00.000-07:002011-07-03T16:33:30.877-07:00Queen Night Owl<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46PVc2y2NUU/ThD8MOaaCJI/AAAAAAAAANU/1-BhUF4LsAo/s1600/sleepy%2Bowl.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46PVc2y2NUU/ThD8MOaaCJI/AAAAAAAAANU/1-BhUF4LsAo/s320/sleepy%2Bowl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625273221543233682" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>There is a common syndrome among college students that I refer to as the 'night owl' syndrome. It is when your day starts well AFTER 7am and ends around 2 or 3am. Most of the causes of night owl syndrome comes from studying for exams, finishing up a paper, working on a project, or even going to parties. The main reason for why students are still sane enough to go through the years is because they know their limits....<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That is where I come in. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Let's take last semester for example. Unlike many students at my college, my day usually consisted of me waking up around 10 or 11am and going to bed between 4 to 6am. The only problem I've had with this routine is that I'm like a walking zombie in the mornings and I can't get into the mode of studying 'till late at night. I was a late sleeper in my high school days as well, usually going to bed around 2am and waking up around 6:30am. But the difference between now and then is that I'm getting up later and later by going to sleep later and later. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">My summer roommate as been truly amazing in this sense because of her 'going to bed at midnight sharp and waking up at 8am' routine. This definitely pushes me to follow suit and hopefully I will no longer be a night owl by the time school rolls around!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div>Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-53202553601211926752011-06-16T18:57:00.000-07:002011-07-10T18:25:05.281-07:0010 Reasons why you'd miss him<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25yIyxGbS7A/Tfq45LAe0oI/AAAAAAAAAME/j8efwr4Jtr0/s1600/boyfriend%2Bgirlfriend.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25yIyxGbS7A/Tfq45LAe0oI/AAAAAAAAAME/j8efwr4Jtr0/s320/boyfriend%2Bgirlfriend.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619006777444979330" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>1. He'd always make you<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"> feel pretty.</span> You can look like crap with glasses, messy hair, and your pjs, but he'd still call you sexy. You can look super tired with bags under your eyes and he'd think you're cute. On your way to parties he'd look at you and tell you how beautiful you looked.<div><br /></div><div>2. You can call or text him at 5am and<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"> he'd still talk to you</span> like he hasn't talked to you in ages, even though you were just together.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. He'd always<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"> spoil you</span>. He always remembered what you wanted and got it for you as a surprise. He'd also always take you out for dinner or movies without asking anything in return. </div><div><br /></div><div>4. He'd always <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">take your side</span> even though he knew sometimes you were the one at fault. Although when you were having one of your heated debates with him, he knew to not just let you win. </div><div><br /></div><div>5. He'd<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"> cuddle </span>with you without expecting more.</div><div><br /></div><div>6. He'd<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"> take care of you</span> even when you didn't notice.</div><div><br /></div><div>7. He'd <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">hold your hand </span>in front of his friends and is always the first to reach for your hand but never the first to let go.</div><div><br /></div><div>8. He'd always let you know just how much he<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"> missed you</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>9. He'd <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">make you laugh</span> for hours and always try to cheer you up when you're in a bad mood</div><div><br /></div><div>10. He'd <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">drive for over an hour</span> just to see you for a few moments. </div>Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-52065673737740306482011-06-15T12:04:00.001-07:002011-06-15T12:26:40.648-07:00Whatever He plans for you to be<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-i4CZxgC1Y/TfkHaPbZwRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/UiTRNyKX6cY/s1600/childhood-dreams-bc.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-i4CZxgC1Y/TfkHaPbZwRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/UiTRNyKX6cY/s320/childhood-dreams-bc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618530157520863506" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Lately I've been having a lot of thought as to what I career path I should take after college. This is really quite weird for me especially because for about 17 years, all I wanted do be was a doctor. Through different health related problems that my mom went through when I was young, I was determined to become a doctor so that no one else would have to go through the same problems. Even having someone in the family with those issues can be extremely heart breaking. However, lately I've had a lot of different thoughts about becoming a doctor. What if after 10 extra years of studying, fellowships, internships, etc, I decide that it's not the path for me? What if I decide that I'm not going to be happy for the rest of my life after taking that job? I can't get the TRUE experience of being a doctor until I fully become one right? I mean a lot of people say shadow, intern, volunteer, etc, but that can only take you so far. Trust me, I've done quite a few of those. That's why I've been looking at a lot of different careers that I know would make me happy because it truly makes me happy now.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">I spoke with my mom several times about this issue and she always tells me that she's happy with whatever I decide. She just wants to make sure that whatever career path I decide to follow, it'll make me happy to have followed it. A few days ago, I spoke with her again about this issue and was mentioning how becoming a vet is another career choice that I would really like to consider as well as being a performer or something in the entertainment industry like a radio broadcaster or a TV producer. I shared with her about things that she already knew so well such as my love for animals and my love to be in the spotlight on stage but also complained to her about the uncertainties I have. She just listened for a long while and once again said 'Whatever makes you happy, will make me happy'. 'UGH mom.. you're not helping me at all right now.. I wanted your advice!'. That's when she told me- ' instead of asking me for advice, did you ask Him for advice? Stop thinking I should do this or that because it'll fill my heart and soul or make the ones around me happy. Pray and speak with God about what He has PLANNED for you. If you don't listen and shut Him out because of your selfish desires, you might not be truly happy in the end.' </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I've spoke with my friends at school about this matter several times in the past, telling them that I will not be able to accept it if what He has planned for me isn't what I want. However after that talk, I've realized that what I want doesn't really matter and it never has. The true happiness and joy will never fill me as a whole if I follow my earthly ways of being what "I want to be". The true happiness and joy will come with whatever He plans for me to be...</div>Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-73208100171810208232011-06-11T18:10:00.000-07:002011-06-11T18:18:48.217-07:00Just like water<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0DPg-nNkwWg/TfQT8eLjm2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/-f9b-kN4XOI/s1600/water.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0DPg-nNkwWg/TfQT8eLjm2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/-f9b-kN4XOI/s320/water.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617136564852464482" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>People are quite like water. The water we drink, the water we feel in, the water that falls from the sky. Like water, people change there ways and form their shape around whatever 'object' they are contained in. We change the way we act around different situations and different environments. Like water, people are easily tainted. Like pure water that gets easily tainted by things like mud, people are easily swayed by the influences around them. Like water, people easily disappear. People come and go in our lives. More often than not, it is hard to keep someone from leaving than to stop someone from coming in. However, like water, people are needed and easy to restore. Although a lot of things are going on in the world, without one another, we would never be able to make through it all. Like water, people can be tainted, but I like to believe that people are born with pure hearts. Therefore, like water, people are easily restored to their original purity.Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-34821249422522865612011-06-05T15:12:00.000-07:002011-06-16T19:42:17.642-07:00about love<iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y--Qr419MIM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2DX44lo8klU?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QxHrfADZZ24?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C9kLkhDHm7o?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420935147656398706.post-3382844842896612412011-05-26T16:36:00.000-07:002011-06-16T19:40:40.287-07:00You pour out from up above<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z95rNVNgDMA/Td7nJaXlj4I/AAAAAAAAALo/OOp-Zec3LvI/s1600/prayer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z95rNVNgDMA/Td7nJaXlj4I/AAAAAAAAALo/OOp-Zec3LvI/s320/prayer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611176334633308034" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You see all the good in me </div><div style="text-align: center;">something that even I didn't see</div><div style="text-align: center;">When I wanted to run and hide</div><div style="text-align: center;">you were there for me to confide</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When the things were going down</div><div style="text-align: center;">You always took off your mighty crown</div><div style="text-align: center;">To come down to me and say</div><div style="text-align: center;">everything is gonna be okay</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I would sometimes run away</div><div style="text-align: center;">like a lamb that's gone astray</div><div style="text-align: center;">You, my shepherd, would never fear</div><div style="text-align: center;">because You knew that You were always near.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">At different moments I'd wonder why</div><div style="text-align: center;">what did I do to deserve this and cry</div><div style="text-align: center;">What did I do to receive Your love</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Your never ending care from up above.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So as I sit and pray today</div><div style="text-align: center;">please Lord humble me everyday</div><div style="text-align: center;">Please remind me of Your never ending love</div><div style="text-align: center;">that You pour out from up above.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-Jennifer C.- </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Serenityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620759857219951200noreply@blogger.com1