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Name: Annie
Birthday: 10/19/1986
Interests: God - all of God::people::
opinions::motives
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room::creation::paper
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fencing::reading::
Occupation: Student
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MSN: aardvarkgirl@hotmail.com
Member Since:
7/6/2005
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the time has come for my xanga to be viewed upon as a past work.
a masterpiece hanging on the walls of some myterious cyber particle. my new blog is here which is www.anniemareerose.blogspot.com its not complete yet, some link fixes to do and some little bits of formatting but mostly, it shall suffice. my final words. tataah.
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Sometimes you just suddenly start feeling, like before, you could feel, but not feel. Like there's a strange stiffness to some of my fingers as I bend them for the faint layer of elephant glue on them, theres a drop of sweat falling from my forehead to my nose to somewhere near my lips, I can feel that. But then, something inside wakes up and its far beyond those meagre feelings. I feel ... something. I feel sad and angry at the same time when I meander through googles searches on worship and find Satan worship in the top two or three links and I feel serene and as if I'm in love with the mystery person that Lifehouse sings of in 'You and Me' as it whispers gently in my ears, I feel like somewhere, somehow I am about to explode in worship, I don't know how. I feel sick and I feel like I might suddenly take flight, I just feel like the glass is about to overflow and never stop you know. Browsing through pictures of sullen black and white faces and faded fields of wheat, the cool breeze mytseriously coming through the window. Its quite a mystery that, everything, wind, rain, I love rain, I want to be the rain. To fall and slowly glide down the glass and reflect the intense beauty of God to someone who is staring outside in complete depravity and hoping to find hope.
"I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off you..."
Oh I want to cry, but sometimes to want to cry is so much sweeter than actually crying, to feel it welling up inside and tearing at the seams, to desperately hold it and view it from every angle. To feel it's potential and capacity instead of letting it escape your body and enter the realm of other people's reception.
"There's something about you now, I can't quite figure out..."
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I heard this song again last night, I only caught the end "I just want to say hello again". This song is a classic between Annie and her God. Its what set her straight in 2004. I think when you let the fact that they killed it on radio in Aus dissipate, this song becomes like excallibur to the soul.
Hello my friend, we meet again
It's been awhile, where should we begin?
Feels like forever
Within my heart are memories
Of perfect love that you gave to me
Oh, I remember
When you are with me, I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice
We've seen our share of ups and downs
Oh how quickly life can turn around
In an instant
It feels so good to reunite
Within yourself and within your mind
Let's find peace there
When you are with me, I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice
I just want to say hello again
I just want to say hello again
My sacrifice.
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| Yep, I'm currently in Chachoengsao. I've been here for just over one week now, and will be here until i go home on 24th apart from this weekend when I'm going to Surat Thani to visit Chain, my sponsor child, should be good, although I am catching a train back which is like 12 hours through the night and apparently me being a single white chick i not that great for such means of transportation. I think I'll stay awake and gaze at the varying shades of black out the window and be an ipod snob to avoid trying to converse for 12 hours to people who want to speak with a foreigner. I'll make like i can't speak a word of Thai =] hehe, bad attiditude, well see what happens... In other news I'm teaching Englsih here rahter alot. Like 6 hours a day amost back to back.Also i got a physcho hair cut, i'm having difficulties adjusting, it totally doesnt suit me, I think I'll go blonde again soon as i get home, everyone seems to be so distracted by my blondeness that im sure they wont noitice the cuts obscurity. Its funny tho, as much as I feel awful with it there will always be some random hot thai guy on the side of the road to yell out "good looking" or "beautiful" ahha, i dont tthink that counts tho, it works for a out 3 seconds till snap out of it. Ive also met my 'girl' of Chachoengsao, Tip, part of an extensise course we ran, but thats all Ill say some things are better left without words to cheapen them. I'm handwritting this first again coz my kids are outside rehearsing a play. I have aterrible habbit of turning my english classes into drama classes without noticing lol/ Cadbury has started to make a much larger appearance at 7-11 in the last week, I've been giving them Ausssie choclate for prizes wooooey English with Annie, a.k.a drama choclate and every other non-sense =] i watched x-men again last night, ahh everyone must be reminded or informed that this is the most perfect trilogy in existance go watch it! Hey Trav, cinnamon eclipse - prune juice, totally the same essense, definaltey should consumse minimally :S I hope my luggage isnt too heavy, i bought a stack of notebooks, they're heavy, kinda got lost in the oment then nearly paralayzed a finger and then paid attention to the weight post purchase. So yeah, im home oin the 24th, much experience tucked into my emo pockets and much contacts safetly in my, my, knoweldge i suppose. i had more written out but i have to go and get ready for the next classes, no time. too bad. seeyas all soon fellas. - annie | | |
| Good afternoon people, i asusme that you are all well, and hope that I'm right =] Well at current Im sititng in the internetty room of the Mountain view guest house in Chiang Mai, just inside the Chang Phuak gate. Its nice and guesthousey. Me and nicki have crossed over into our little break time before she goes home in a few days. yesterday was heaps fun, we went on a day tour thing; hiked up a mountain, nicki nearly died lol, then we saw two villages, went to a waterfall, rode an elehaphant for around an hour and went bamboo rafting!!!! So muhc fun. i think what made it the most fun was that we knew that everyone else wasnt having the same experience. We had two rafts between the guys on our tour, inc two aussie guys from melb and a croation couple. so we're floating down the river and our skippers were splashing us and trying tip the other raft and we were all jumping between the rafts and falling off and getting totally soaked whilst other rafts are floating past with compleyely dry silent passengers just starring at us as we laugh and yell at other whilst trying to stand up and not fall off. It was so so much fun. i also went swimming at the waterfall in my sister leggins lol. I handt really thought about the prospect until we got there, then i was like, hmm, im so getting in there. it was cool, and really rocky though, i can totally understand how people get ripped up in rivers and stuff with waterfalls and white water. i smashed my hip against a rock, hurt a bit, and of course i have bruise, to match all the other randomly appearing bruises that i see, to acquire. Khon Kaen was a good experice, at the aids orpahange. im not really a kiddy person, but i am at the same time. on individual terms, not like groups of kids. I took my favourites as Sai-Jai, Dtom, Nate, and Pam, and feeya until he annoyed me too much haha. We went on a big picnic for them all day, and i got Sai-jai into some good ol emo classics lol. Sai-jai is so amazing, I started crying on sunday for her, i dont know if I was sad that she might die soon, or in complete awe that she might live by God's grace, but either way, I felt the smallest part of what Jesus feels for her as she smiled through my tear soaked face and hugged me tighter. I miss her. | | |
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