My sweet aroma spreads like wildfire when I enter the room.
If looks could kill, I would become a love symbol, because everyone gazes at me in lust.
Elegance protrudes through my pores as I swiftly walk down the corridor.
A pin drops, and a deaf person hears it.
Conceited much? haha.
Never that, but as I walk with my head held high, not even a microscope can show you the true details.
It is Jesus with his hand under my chin that is sustaining the weight of my burden.
And as you realize that your lust is unacceptable and you slowly begin to hate, whispers slowly begin to arise through the quiet room.
What you also fail to notice is that He now has his hands over my ears.
I dont care. I cant hear you.
And as your gazes start turning into ugly faces, His hands become a shield over my eyes.
I dont care. I cant see you.
My path is clear of all things that once held me back.
That bright ray of light called success at the end of the road...that light is my destination, and forget a GPS, Jesus is my guide.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Dreams...
WRITTEN DOWN FOR MY OWN SATISFACTION, NOTHING REALLY GREAT OVER HERE!! KEEP IT MOVING. LOL
Usually when I wake up in the mornings, I tend to completely forget what I dream about, or just think that I did not dream at all. But for the past three days I have had very elaborate dreams, in where I can wake up and actually remember a lot of details. I just want to write about them on here, so I wont forget them..maybe writing them down I can maybe see if they mean something? IDK but here we go anyways...
Dream 1.
I am flying back to Miami from New York for my 10year High school reunion. I am very pleased with the way my life is going and I cant wait to show it off to everyone else. Once I get there I am all friendly with people I don't even talk to anymore; for example my high school best friends, D and Juli. Were all happy for each other and I am telling them how I graduated from some school in France while my fiance played basketball there, and then he got signed to the NY Knicks so we moved to NY, and I opened a new pharmacy store there, and was on my way to making a chain of them. I remember speaking of having 2 children....and thats about it. I remember mingling with everybody else, and then there was a show we all sat down to watch and I fell asleep during the show but I woke up next to Chynna... and then the host of the show wanted someone to say a prayer before we ate, and we were all rooting for my friend Kathia to say the prayer(who is actually a friend from middle school!?) but the host, chose some other girl...and then I don't remember anything after that.
-the marrying of the basketball player probably came from me talking to this guy who's the captain of his basketball team...
Dream 2.
I am driving to a shopping center, and when I park my car (a gray SUV), I get out of my car and then 1 second later this old white man is driving away in my car. But he doesn't necessarily make a run for it, instead he drives it around the parking lot and then parks it at another spot and gets out of it like it was his. So I tell this black security guard who was dressed in all orange, and he arrests the old man and takes him unto this little bootleg pharmacy located in the shopping center, I go with them. There is another person there who had also been arrested. But then the scene turns more into like a hold up. Where there are several people on the floor and the security and I are holding them hostage. He gives the old man who stole my car, and the other man who was already there who had also been arrested a red pill, that I thought was Tylenol, and then they eat it and explode and turn into zombies. And the zombies run out of the store. And then there is this little old lady who is sitting on the floor as one of the "hostages" who asks for a red pill too but we didn't give it to her. IDK what happened after that but I remember just leaving and going to my car, a black Altima, and it was completely demolished inside. The end.
-i remember waking up really scared after this one, I think the zombies did some taunting to me.
-The guy I really like drives a black altima...
Dream 3.
A bunch of my family members from here and Nicaragua moved into a big 4 bedroom house. To us the house was huge and I spent a long time searching the whole house making sure I was able to match where everybody would go and who would share a room with who. I was super excited to fix up my new room. In my room the old owners left a lot of children's toys, furniture and puzzles. I was excited to use these things to play with my little cousin. I was going to be sharing a room with my cousin Marcela. I was going to be sleeping on the bottom bunk bed. The family who lived there before also left a bunch of pictures and photo albums. I remember looking at the pictures and seeing a bunch of recognizable faces. Thats all I remember.
-the bedroom house idea i guess came from the hhn house planning.
After typing all this crap out... I think all my dreams were meaningless... I just seem to take things from my daily life and slur them in my dreams and make them a whole different story.
Usually when I wake up in the mornings, I tend to completely forget what I dream about, or just think that I did not dream at all. But for the past three days I have had very elaborate dreams, in where I can wake up and actually remember a lot of details. I just want to write about them on here, so I wont forget them..maybe writing them down I can maybe see if they mean something? IDK but here we go anyways...
Dream 1.
I am flying back to Miami from New York for my 10year High school reunion. I am very pleased with the way my life is going and I cant wait to show it off to everyone else. Once I get there I am all friendly with people I don't even talk to anymore; for example my high school best friends, D and Juli. Were all happy for each other and I am telling them how I graduated from some school in France while my fiance played basketball there, and then he got signed to the NY Knicks so we moved to NY, and I opened a new pharmacy store there, and was on my way to making a chain of them. I remember speaking of having 2 children....and thats about it. I remember mingling with everybody else, and then there was a show we all sat down to watch and I fell asleep during the show but I woke up next to Chynna... and then the host of the show wanted someone to say a prayer before we ate, and we were all rooting for my friend Kathia to say the prayer(who is actually a friend from middle school!?) but the host, chose some other girl...and then I don't remember anything after that.
-the marrying of the basketball player probably came from me talking to this guy who's the captain of his basketball team...
Dream 2.
I am driving to a shopping center, and when I park my car (a gray SUV), I get out of my car and then 1 second later this old white man is driving away in my car. But he doesn't necessarily make a run for it, instead he drives it around the parking lot and then parks it at another spot and gets out of it like it was his. So I tell this black security guard who was dressed in all orange, and he arrests the old man and takes him unto this little bootleg pharmacy located in the shopping center, I go with them. There is another person there who had also been arrested. But then the scene turns more into like a hold up. Where there are several people on the floor and the security and I are holding them hostage. He gives the old man who stole my car, and the other man who was already there who had also been arrested a red pill, that I thought was Tylenol, and then they eat it and explode and turn into zombies. And the zombies run out of the store. And then there is this little old lady who is sitting on the floor as one of the "hostages" who asks for a red pill too but we didn't give it to her. IDK what happened after that but I remember just leaving and going to my car, a black Altima, and it was completely demolished inside. The end.
-i remember waking up really scared after this one, I think the zombies did some taunting to me.
-The guy I really like drives a black altima...
Dream 3.
A bunch of my family members from here and Nicaragua moved into a big 4 bedroom house. To us the house was huge and I spent a long time searching the whole house making sure I was able to match where everybody would go and who would share a room with who. I was super excited to fix up my new room. In my room the old owners left a lot of children's toys, furniture and puzzles. I was excited to use these things to play with my little cousin. I was going to be sharing a room with my cousin Marcela. I was going to be sleeping on the bottom bunk bed. The family who lived there before also left a bunch of pictures and photo albums. I remember looking at the pictures and seeing a bunch of recognizable faces. Thats all I remember.
-the bedroom house idea i guess came from the hhn house planning.
After typing all this crap out... I think all my dreams were meaningless... I just seem to take things from my daily life and slur them in my dreams and make them a whole different story.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Freshly Painted Graveyard
I was walking down the hall at MDC, and it smelled like fresh paint...and I hate MDC...so this is what came to my head once I got into class. (i usually draw all over my notes, but for some reason I wrote instead this time).
I walk through the hallways and although they reek of fresh paint, the walls look dead. I feel like I am staring at an open field with nothing but withered plants and vultures feeding on the remnants of the past.
Then he appears, like a tiny ray of sunlight breaking through the gray clouds that held him hostage.
What once was a graveyard is now an illuminated sanctuary, with our love as the main attraction. As our two glowing auras slowly approach each other...were both smiling ear to ear :D
..WAIT! -_- But just yesterday I saw him locking lips with Scarlett, Miami's up and coming video whore. so this cant be true..I must be dreaming...
-sigh- a sweet dream! because he is getting closer, I can feel our attraction getting stronger as he approaches me like a staple to a magnet... he opens his mouth :) ...."Hey Scarlett!"
errr..wtf. Seems like supahead herself was right behind me..
Sweet dream? pfft. more like a rancid nightmare...I hate the smell of fresh paint.
The end! lol
I walk through the hallways and although they reek of fresh paint, the walls look dead. I feel like I am staring at an open field with nothing but withered plants and vultures feeding on the remnants of the past.
Then he appears, like a tiny ray of sunlight breaking through the gray clouds that held him hostage.
What once was a graveyard is now an illuminated sanctuary, with our love as the main attraction. As our two glowing auras slowly approach each other...were both smiling ear to ear :D
..WAIT! -_- But just yesterday I saw him locking lips with Scarlett, Miami's up and coming video whore. so this cant be true..I must be dreaming...
-sigh- a sweet dream! because he is getting closer, I can feel our attraction getting stronger as he approaches me like a staple to a magnet... he opens his mouth :) ...."Hey Scarlett!"
errr..wtf. Seems like supahead herself was right behind me..
Sweet dream? pfft. more like a rancid nightmare...I hate the smell of fresh paint.
The end! lol
oh snap look at me.
hm... well there are several times when I write stuff, real random, off the top of my head kinda stuff and I be wantin to share it with somebody, but I would be embarrassed. So I figured...if my friends can go on here and write about their whole buncha nothings, then I should give it a try too :) Cuz I mean..I cant exactly express this kind of stuff on twitter with their 140max updates. And I got waaayyy too many friends on facebook, I dont need EVERYBODY all up in my brain. I think this may be a little more discreet, not too many people I know use this blogspot thing...yeah. :)
alright so lets get started....
alright so lets get started....
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