1. surprisingly, i adore children
2. the bus system at rutgers isn't as confusing as it seems at first glance
3. picnik is an awesome alternative to photoshop
4. majority of the time, koreans will stick with koreans
5. i could eat shrimp cocktail all day
6. perspective is everything
7. after all the chasing, only God satisfies me
8. i dream more than my friends
9. we can overcome poverty, but we won't sacrifice our comfortable lifestyles
10. i need to lower my expectations of people
December 30, 2010
December 24, 2010
17 things i collect
1. fortune cookie messages
2. seashells
3. rocks/pebbles
4. souvenir pennies
5. tickets
6. photos
7. metal angels
8. letters/notes
9. rings
10. ID cards
11. rubber bracelets
12. name tags
13. pins
14. entrance wristbands
15. books
16. autographs
17. quotes
2. seashells
3. rocks/pebbles
4. souvenir pennies
5. tickets
6. photos
7. metal angels
8. letters/notes
9. rings
10. ID cards
11. rubber bracelets
12. name tags
13. pins
14. entrance wristbands
15. books
16. autographs
17. quotes
December 15, 2010
December 9, 2010
winter surprises
I'm convinced that college is one of the reasons why I lost track of time like never before. I can't believe Christmas is in two weeks, 2011 in three, and my 19th birthday just two days later. As if there weren't already enough surprises, the Jenny from a year ago would've never expected her heart to be transformed into what it is today. I was reading a journal entry dated two days before Christmas last year and how I longed to go to the aquarium for my 18th birthday. It all sounded exciting until I read the last sentence, in which I compared myself to a fish that wanted to be free from their prison lifestyle. Obviously I wasn't in the best holiday spirits. But praise God...
"Praise the Lord, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name. Praise the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits--who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's." -Psalm 103:1-5
"Praise the Lord, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name. Praise the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits--who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's." -Psalm 103:1-5
November 13, 2010
a morning in rutgers
Me: My friend's still sleeping and I'm editing her paper while listening to Christmas songs<3
Friend: That's cute that you had a little sleepover :P What kind of Christmas songs...you're a tad early.
Me: Christmas songs that don't mention Santa Claus. I have this theory...that Claus is a tad bit creepy.
Friend: Why is he a tad creepy?
Me: An old man knows where all the "good kids" live...enters their homes through chimneys. What if there wasn't a chimney? Kick down the door like Hagrid?
Friend: Naw he just does that thing that wizards do I forgot what it was...Appareateor something like that.
Me: Ewww he should go retire and spend more time with his wife instead of bonding with the reindeers and finding children's homes!!
Friend: Maybe his wife divorced him.
A perfectly normal conversation on a Saturday morning in Rutgers.
Friend: That's cute that you had a little sleepover :P What kind of Christmas songs...you're a tad early.
Me: Christmas songs that don't mention Santa Claus. I have this theory...that Claus is a tad bit creepy.
Friend: Why is he a tad creepy?
Me: An old man knows where all the "good kids" live...enters their homes through chimneys. What if there wasn't a chimney? Kick down the door like Hagrid?
Friend: Naw he just does that thing that wizards do I forgot what it was...Appareateor something like that.
Me: Ewww he should go retire and spend more time with his wife instead of bonding with the reindeers and finding children's homes!!
Friend: Maybe his wife divorced him.
A perfectly normal conversation on a Saturday morning in Rutgers.
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