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She thinks age is relative. If she were to be perfectly honest, she'll tell you she actually thinks she's an old soul. Her energy, though, says otherwise. She's a double major in Politics and Psychology, but her biggest dream is to work for National Geographic.

She'll never admit it to anyone, but she's always wanted to be a princess, and no, not the Disney kind. She loves anything Arabic and Russian, and she likes chocolate more than she likes a lot of things, and there are a lot of things she likes. She likes cameras, the military, dogs, Lego, Batman, and Harry Potter.

On random days, she refers to herself in the third person, and people think it's weird. She doesn't care, though, a friend once told her that weird is good.

Her mind's essentially Hotel California.





Young. Christian. Happy.

She's a Youth For Christ.

That's not to say she's a holy person, or that she's a righteous one. All it actually means is that she believes in living her life for something far greater than who she is. People sometimes look at her with scorn, especially since she lives in a world where no one wants to get associated with religion, but she doesn't mind.

Because everyday she's becoming a better version of herself.




Some days I believe we can rule the world.

She can't be angry. She tries, but she just can't. The simplest, shallowest things make her laugh. Mess with her friends, though, and she'll rush to you and make you remember why that wasn't such a good idea.

She's boyish, which can be because she has a lot of guy friends more than she has girls, but the ones here below, she's been friends with them since forever.

And she's planning to keep it that way.

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Wednesday, June 27, 2012 || 3:00 AM



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Like my actual debut, there were plans of giving me a surprised birthday party today. My Psychology block mates designed an elaborate plan that would involve me going around campus and finally allowing me to end up at this cafeteria the block has seemed to call our own which was littered with balloons, cards, and a cake.

Surprises among surprises, though; I did not show up because I was caught up somewhere else.

No matter how much we think we have done great jobs planning ahead, life is always a succession of surprises. No matter how prepared we think we are, there would always be loopholes; always windows - an accident, a leak, a surprise - that will change things. It won't matter how big or small or inessential or minute this is, because if it happens, it happens.

And that's alright, we're human, after all. No one expects perfection from us, except perhaps ourselves. We fear surprises because we think it makes us vulnerable, when really all we have to do is let life take on its path.

And whether or not it takes on this journey through surprises is not our problem, all that we have to do is make it happen.

Because whether or not surprises happen, or whether or not we've planned our life to the most intricate detail, life continues to go on. 

And so we have to let it.

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