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Name: Jenny
Country: China
Birthday: 3/8/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: hanging out with friends, dancing, partying, the BEACH, being absolutely crazy with beth :)!
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Member Since:
2/19/2003
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| well, APAC is over. Always such a sad thing to say good bye too. Once again I had a blast. It was hard saying good bye to all the seniors,Val, Jake, Chris, and Mark. All I can do is wish them good luck! It is sad to think that this might be my last APAC as seniors and juniors won't be able to go next year , but at least i got my memories. Now, I just need to steal everyone's pictures, as once again I did not have a camera. | | |
| Often, it is the simplest little gestures that can make someone's day. This week has been fabulous due to so many sweet little things I took the time to notice and care about. Each of them is appreciated, whether or not I say something. | | |
| For some reason on Wednesday night I started reading all my old Xanga entries. I can't believe it has been nearly three years since I started writing in my xanga. But anyway, all these old memories started coming back to me. I realised how immature and emotionally ignorant i was to some people, but at the same time i realized how much i have changed over the past three years. I was so happy and didn't seem to have a care in the world, and the people I love the most were my friends. I wonder where that person has gone. I wonder why I have shut myself off so much from even my friends when not that long ago i was putting all my feelings on a public website. Have I become that untrusting of people and that jaded at just the age of 16!? If so, I have decided as my New Years resolution, even though it may be a little late, to be more lik the person I used to be. Someone that could have funs by ten kuai hula hoops at Carrefour that are filled with sand. Someone that eats coconut cake until their are sick. Someone that fights over Crash bandicoot racing games. Someone who watches romance movies at 12:00 at night on a friday. Someone that trusts their friends 100%. Someone that lives each moment to the fullest... I bet no one can believe thats who I used to be... | | |
| so, everyone that reads this will probably reaffirm their belief that I am not cool (right whit?) but that i don't really care. So, this is what I have to say... At the end of every year I actually organize my school work. I save folders that can be reused and put them in the drawer they belong. I empty out my binders so they can be used again by my mom. I organize my work by stuff I need, stuff I want to save, and stuff I can't wait to throw out. So this past year I have worked my butt off, yet in the stuff i want to save I have absolutely nothing. For some reason that doesnt make any sense to me. There isn't one thing I want to save or one thing I am proud of. I feel so robotic these days. I stay up all night just to get work done sometimes but it isnt even work I care about. I just feel so confused about what this past year has meant. can anyone provide some insight?! | | |
| well, once again it has been a really long time since i have written. in the past few months i have felt really out of sorts. Like i was slipping back into the person i despised so much. i have busied myself into so many different commitments and activities in order to escape the underlying issue. but fotunatly after friday night i feel a lot better about thing. i just have to keep it up, and not slip back into what ever that was. Ksenia, Vanessa, and Anne i love ya all tons and thanks for the wonderful time. Jen~ thanks for helping us out with our (incident) on friday you were a great help. i really am gonna miss you! we have grown up together you know me like a sis!
well, i read but don't comment enough on anne's xanga but she has rubbed off on me. these lyrics are to a song i have been listening to a lot lately it seems to lift my spirits***
You've got your ball
You've got your chain
Tied to me tight tie me up again
Who's got their claws
in you my friend
Into your heart I'll beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
and sweet you roll
Lost for you I'm so lost for you
You come crash into me
And I come into you,
I come into you
In a boys dream
In a boys dream
Touch your lips just so I know
In your eyes, love, it glows so
I'm bare-boned and crazy for you
When you come crash
into me, baby
And I come into you
In a boys dream
In a boys dream
If I've gone overboard
Then I'm begging you
to forgive me
In my haste
When I'm holding you so girl...
close to me
Oh and you come crash
into me, baby
And I come into you
Hike up your skirt a little more
and show the world to me
Hike up your skirt a little more
and show your world to me
In a boys dream... In a boys dream
Oh I watch you there
through the window
And I stare at you
You wear nothing but you
wear it so well
Tied up and twisted,
the way I'd like to be
For you, for me, come crash
Into me | | |
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