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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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The Life Beyond This
Tuesday, May 22, 2012 || 7:38 PM

Many people fear death.

That's not unusual. After all, who in his sanest mind would allow into their outstretched arms a force greater than himself, out of which there could be no means of escape? Who would voluntarily sprint into a neverending abyss of uncertainty... probably nothingness?

I'm guessing not a lot of people.

And I think, in a frighteningly peculiar way, I'm not like most people.

I don't fear death, but I might, if on my deathbed - and after all the things I did, or at least I think I was able to accomplish - I realize I haven't really done anything to affect change back when I was still capable of doing so.

However, for as long as I know I am continually able to stage a metamorphosis in another's life for the better, then I shan't fear death. For as long as I am assured that people will remember me and live out the life I lived - vicariously, at that - then I shan't fear death. For as long as I know that a part of me - a word I uttered, an art piece I've made, a person I made smile, a thought I imparted - will live on long after I've perished, then I shan't fear death.

After all, with all the world's ephemeral nature, death shouldn't really come off as a surprise to all. It snatches away life, takes away people, obliterates pain, and succumbs it all to eternal oblivion... a cycle that not many people think is natural.

But I think it is.

I don't fear death, because I know that even after mine, life continues. The world won't wait for me. All I have to do is make something that would last. Something I can call mine.

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