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Name: Anna
Birthday: 6/17/1984
Interests: travel, international things, other people, reading Kierkegaard, i hope to be insanely good at photography one day, movies, i kinda like friends, languages, i really love to cut hair--no lie, i enjoy hosting things, singing, other forms of music, LOST, more international things...
Expertise: freaking out about small things, infecting people with excitement, checkers
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/18/2005
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| I might not be able to get to my xanga in China, so if this is the last post, I'm sorry. You can try to visit my annaneale.blogspot.com and see if I've been able to post there. Sorry about the inconvenience, but China is picky about webjournals. I suppose they are kind of a loose cannon. | | |
| Does anyone want to come with me? I will leave Friday the 11th at a designated time (that I will decide later) and I'll be coming back on Monday the 14th.
This is not an April Fools joke! I'm really going and it's going to be Jennifer's birthday and she is going to be the guest speaker at an anti-abortion event. Can we say, perfect timing...thank you, Lord.
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| I have many little thoughts tonight. They don't lead anywhere, but they are all coming from a movie. Thanks, movie for shaking me up like that.
Into the Wild. Not for the faint of heart, compassionate, loving, motherly type. All you need to know is that you will hurt in the end. I've never even had a kid and my heart just ripped for him. Starvation is the most wretched way to die. Just consider NOT watching it. Unless you're an "it is better to have loved and lost" person. *pang*
Every thought leads to China.
waking up = "should start waking up earlier for practice" and "enjoy this air conditioner while I have it"
showering = "should not wash hair so often to prepare for sweaty Chinese summer"
getting ready for the day = "should stop wearing make up since I won't there. It creates barriers." and "good, the hair can look at least moderate without being blown dry"
eating breakfast = "eat as much cereal as I can before I have none" and "try to get used to the oatmeal since it will be my most available breakfast"
driving to wherever = "enjoy the control because it will be taxis and buses and walking and biking for 2 years"
eating out = "stop spending so much on coffee. You don't need the sugar and you must wean yourself anyway." and "can't wait for real live si chuan food. man, I'm glad I like the food there."
being outside = "God, thank you for the clouds and clear sky!" and "we have so much grass here"
being with family = "man, I love speaking English." and "what will happen while i'm gone" and "will they be ok without me?" and "of course they will. They have been before..."
...and that is where I just stop because it gets teary and personal. That was edited of all the worry about raising support and getting visas and paying for plane tickets and telling best friends I can't come back for their weddings and trying to tell everyone about China before I go.
It's not all covered in grey. ("gray" is warm and "grey" is cool) I have so many bursts of euphoric joy every day!! I am praying for God's peace and He is giving it to me. He is also reminding me daily that this is not even a "cross" to bear. This is His pleasure and abundant joy with my name on it. The tears sometimes come from realizing that. He hands us gold and we look at it and say "it's too shiny."
Silly humans.
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| I hit snooze a bunch of times this morning and had wild dreams. That is the only way I can remember them. All I remember is that I was going to a huge church that I've been to many times. I looked in and saw a stage set. It was set with all gold and a king sitting in the middle. It was a shoddily crafted stage and the king was being played by a teenager. I looked around and everyone there was wearing Renaissance clothes. (skipping some boring parts)
Mandee Harden came up to me and was sweet as usual. She is an old highschool friend that I NEVER see anymore and even in my dream, I was surpised to see her. I asked her how she was doing and if she was still working at that law firm downtown. She said "no" and she had to quit for something to do with love and scandal. I can't really remember what she said word for word. So, the dream went on and I got in a helicopter to watch cows fight in a field. We just flew around and buzzed them as they ripped each other's horns off. It was gross and weird.
So, I went to pick up a delicious pizza from Iriana's downtown. Mandee was THERE. You know how weird it is to see the friend in the dream you just had?! So, I go over to hug her and tell her she was in my dream (thankfully, she was not weirded out). She introduced me just then to her HUSBAND who had just eloped with her to Vegas a couple of weeks before. Wow. Geez. Love, Scandal...did my subconcious call that or WHAT?!?!?!? I was beaming for a while after that one. It's always nice to hear about friends eloping and being happy.
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| I was in Korean heaven last night. We had conversation club and then
took some Koreans out for coffee. THEY ARE SO MUCH FUN. I told them "han goo
gee cho ah yo" and they were mildly impressed. It means "I like Korea" I just said it over and
over again to affirm the truth of it and to try to impress them more.
We went to Starbucks and left a guy behind and we felt horrible and
bought him some coffee and then drove around trying to meet him and
another girl and ended up at the mall and it was such a good asian hang
out time with tall Korean guys and adorable/sweet Korean girls and we
took alot of pictures and tried not to think about how they will all be back in Korea in 4 months. If I could bake the joy I had last night with them, it would be
a Molten Lava Chocolate Cake from Chilis. So good.
I miss Asia.
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