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Kawaii_Okamiko
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Name: Whitney
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Gender: Female
Interests: God! Friends, Family, and Faith!!! Color Guard, Big Cats, WOLVES. Harry Potter Series. POTO, POTC. Fantasy stuff. Anime, RPGs. bioz. Guys hair, Greek food, sewing, winter, HORSES, Cowboys, Taking pictures, reading, drama, Disney, The Lion King, Drawing, massages imagination Ect...
Expertise: Animals, being Hyper! having fun. And Loving everyone!
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
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AIM:  Okamiko0688
Member Since:
11/1/2004
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| Woooow. Look at this! Its xanga....This was officially the THING during Middle school. And here I am, a 19 year old college student. Even myspace is starting to fade away, facebook is sopposedly the new thing riiiight? well it IS pretty cool!!!! So my life right now...not to shabby. Work.School.Work.School. Monday-Sunday. I pretty much work Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays. Then I go to school on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. So the little time inbetween I try to have a social life. Although all my friends work and everything. College life right? Remember in high school, when everyone had ALL the time in the world? Because no one studyed in high school. HAHAHA. But yea, studying is important now. yup. Anyways. I dont know why im writing on this thing. Just to entertain myself I guess. I was talking to a friend and remember how neat it was to write on here and be able to talk about whatever. Its fun to go back and read entrys from 2 years ago. Whooop.  Ok. So im out. Adios Amigos. Much love  <3
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| You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander to
> the game you want to see or meal you want to eat, when
> suddenly a sound unlike any you've ever heard fills the air.
> The sound is high above you.
> A trumpet?
> A choir?
> A choir of trumpets?
> You don't know, but you want to know.
>
> So you pull over, get out of your car, and look up. As
> you do, you see you aren't the only curious one. The
> roadside has become a parking lot. Car doors are open,
> and people are staring at the sky. Shoppers are racing
> out of the grocery store.
>
>
> The Little League baseball game across the street has
> come to a halt. Players and parents are searching the
> clouds. And what they see, and what you see, has never
> before been seen.
>
> As if the sky were a curtain, the drapes of the
> atmosphere part. A brilliant light spills onto the
> earth. There are no shadows. None. From whence came
> the light begins to tumble a river of color spiking
> crystals of every hue ever seen and a million more
> never seen. Riding on the flow is an endless fleet of
> angels. They pass through the curtains one myriad at a
> time, until they occupy every square inch of the sky.
>
> North.
> South.
> East.
> West.
>
>
> Thousands of silvery wings rise and fall in unison,
> and over the sound of the trumpets, you can hear the
> cherubim and seraphim chanting, Holy, holy, holy.
> The final flank of angels is followed by twenty-four silver-bearded
> elders and a multitude of souls who join the angels in worship.
>
> Presently the movement stops and the trumpets are
> silent, leaving only the triumphant triplet: Holy,
> holy, holy. Between each word is a pause. With each
> word, a profound reverence. You hear your voice join
> in the chorus. You don't know why you say the words,
> but you know you must.
>
> Suddenly, the heavens are quiet. All is quiet.
>
>
> The angels turn, you turn, the entire world turns and
> there He is.
>
> Jesus.
>
> Through waves of light you see the silhouetted figure
> of Christ the King.
>
>
> He is atop a great stallion, and the stallion is atop
> a billowing cloud.
>
>
> He opens his mouth, and you are surrounded by his
> declaration:
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> I am the Alpha and the Omega.
>
> The angels bow their heads.
> The elders remove their crowns.
> And before you is a Figure so consuming that you know,
> instantly you know:
> Nothing else matters.
> Forget stock markets and school reports.
> Sales meetings and football games.
> Nothing is newsworthy..
> All that mattered, matters no more....
> for Christ has come. .
>
> And, please let me know the exact time you read this. It is
> mystical--honest
>
> This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, he saw me, and
he
> asked:
>
> My child, what is your greatest wish for today?
>
>
> I responded:
> "Lord please; take care of the person who is reading this message,
their
> family and their special friends.They deserve it and I love them very
> much"
>
> The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginnings but Not
> its end.
>
> This message works on the day you ! receive it.
>
> To some it may sound dumb, but the person who sent this to me was
> impressed with its timing. Let us see if it is true.
>
> ANGELS EXIST, but sometimes, since they don't all have wings we call
> them FRIENDS, SUCH AS YOU.
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| Its scary times like these when you really know if your doing the right thing with your life. Being a college freshmen can be scary, just not knowing whats around the corner. The holidays coming up is holding me together. I hope I make it that long. Wow. Ive decided to change my career. I hope Im making the right decision. It seems so perfect. I could be working by next summer. Im going to school for massage therapy this Spring. "Hands-on Approach school of massage" in Dallas. I can be certified in 4 months to start working. I may start my own business. Since I have such an unpredictable life, Ive decided going through 6 years of college for a job that doesnt pay much and is so competable wont be worth it. But also, if I decide I dont like massage therapy (which Ive always thought would be cool) I can always go back to college. Other than that nothing else has changed. Ive been feeling very healthy the past 3 weeks. Praise the Lord. Im hopeing that im finally getting this Lupus under control so I can finally start my life. I sure miss my friends from mac. I wish they would give me a call sometime. I would love to hang out. Mostly everyones either working or in school. Sadness... but just remember Im still here guys so, dont be a stranger! LOVE <3
Whit | | |
| I hate feeling like this.... Tell me what's it gonna take
I'm running out of prayers Lord
Can't you see I'm helpless
Down here on my knees
I'm begging you please
There's nothing left for me to do
I need a miracle from you
I'm tired of days
That feel like this
When hurt is like a rope
Wrapped around my wrist
I know your listening
I know it's in your hands
But still I'm out here in the dark
I just don't understand Lyrics/prayer by Plus One
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| I got a new haircut!!!
If my hair was about an inch or 2 longer it would look like Yuna's off of final fantasy x-2!!! haha. funny. anywayz. thats all thats new. Love, Whit | | |
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