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Name: Keyuri
Country: United States
Birthday: 12/14/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: *ICE and candy* *Shoppin'* *Dancin'(HOLLA at AK CLUB)* *Eatin'* *Movies* *Roller coasters* *Snowboardin'* *Music* *Singin'* *Chillin' wit mah home gurls* *Step(HOLLA CHS STEP TEAM)*
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AIM:  keyuri07
Member Since:
1/23/2005
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| Happy Holidays everyone!
I might shut down the xanga cause I really don't have time to update it anymore...so leave your last comments and email or call if you wanna talk.
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I was reading Seung's xanga site and the last entry he left really got me thinking. So even though I'm not a guy, and for that matter, not even Christian, I wanted to say that I agree with his entry, only I have a different outlook on it. My religion tells me that god is omnipresent (everywhere). In every living thing in this world, including you and me, the trees, the flowers. Everything. God is inside each and every one of us. However, even if we accept this, it's hard to put to action. Think about it. When you go in front of god, you act perfect. We all do it. At church or the temple, we don't cuss or act inappropriately. But outside of church/temple, it's almost like we are different people. But if god is inside every one of us, then why should our actions be any different at home. What we can't come to accept is that even if there is god inside everyone, we don't treat other people like we would treat god. And I admit, I'm one of these people. You guys have no idea how many times a day I fight with my parents over maybe even the stupidest stuff. I say so much stuff that I don't mean and I always, ALWAYS feel guilty afterwords. It's hard to stop and be like...wait...I'm yelling at god or I'm hurting god because he is inside that person.
In the same way Seung mentioned that some guys make girls the focal point in there lives. Well it goes the other way too, some girls make guys the focal point of their lives. You see it all the time. People who just don't care anymore, they think they can live off love. They might even leave their education or job or whatever to be with that person. And sometimes its not just one guy, but guys in general. Think about society today. It's like some people have a different boyfriend every week. But, let me get back on point. So you want to reach god? Well you aren't going to do it through a man or woman because you won't see the god in them. You'll see them as an ordinary person. And respecting every single human being like you respect god, in my mind, is impossible. Only god knows everything about each and every one of us. We all have a relationship with god. It's up to us to make that relationship stronger. And even if we don't maintain that relationship with him, he still takes care of us and watches over us. Shouldn't we give something back to god for taking care of us unconditionally? So I agree with you Seung. You won't get the answers from a guy/girl. Because only god has the answer. | | |
| Hey guys! This is my Creative Non-Fiction Story for O'Brien's class. When you get some time, please read it and tell me what you think and if there are any corrections or things I should change to make it better. THANKS!!!!
As I stepped out of the registration building, I felt a cool breeze on my arms. I crossed the crosswalk with my dad. We went into the main MVA building. I felt nervous, yet excited. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. A security guard approached us and told us to go to room 4. We kept walking. Suddenly, another guard stepped out and told my dad that only I could proceed. He left me to go on with no parting words. He simply looked at me as if to say “good luck.”
I walked on. The hallway was long, empty, and quiet. All I could hear were my flip flops on the ground and the silent scratching of pencils on paper in the rooms I passed by. Thoughts began to flood my mind. “Would I have enough time? What if I fail? No, I can’t fail…If I fail, I’m gunna hurt someone.” Frustrated, I noticed that on my left was room 4. The tension rising, I stepped into the room. Seeing only adults, I felt myself a bit out of place. A lady approached me and asked, “Yes?” I answered back, “Umm…I’m here to take my permit test.” “Down the hall. Room 3.” She directed quickly. Puzzled and even more nervous, I walked down the hall to see a few kids standing outside a doorway. “Room 3?” I asked the nearest boy. He nodded and I entered.
“Kids, phew!” I thought. A lady called me over and took my registration information. She said, “Here’s your test. You have 15 minutes to complete it. When you’re done, write your name on top and give the test to me. Then go and wait outside.” I nodded. She added, “Good luck.” I whispered, “Thank you.” Grabbing a clipboard and a pencil, I sat down rather nervously in the nearest chair. However, I breezed through the exam over-confidently, and finished the test in 5 minutes. I wrote my name at the top of the paper, handed it over to the lady, and stepped outside jubilantly. I was smiling to myself. “I think I only got maybe two wrong and you are allowed three wrong.” Leaning against the wall outside the door, I waited with a few other examinees. As names were called out and disappointed faces came back out of the door, my confidence began to drop. I became impatient, so impatient that I found myself tapping my feet rather loudly on the ground. As each “no” walked out of the doorway, I figured if they all failed, I probably did too. I kept on ruminating failure. Silently going over answers in my head, a voice interrupted my contemplation. “Is this your first time?” I looked up. “Yeah, yours?” I asked back. “Yup.” She replied. Then her name was called. “Good luck.” I wished as she passed me. When she came out, she was beaming. I knew she got it.
“Keyuri Joe-she or Josh-ee!” A voice called out. I laughed to myself. Common mistake. I rushed into the room, saying “congratulations” to the girl before me as I passed her. “You passed honey, good job. Take this back to the registration building and you’re set.” The lady replied looking a little tired, yet happy for me. “Thanks!” I said and made for the registration office walking on air. I dodged through the empty hallway which called a fresh atmosphere-one of excitement and content. I passed the security guard who stopped my father. He could tell I got my permit and nodded with approval. As I approached my father, I didn’t have to say anything. He knew by my huge smile and silly little dance of joy. | | |
| I lose my way
And it's not too long before you point it out
I cannot cry
Because I know that's weakness in your eyes
I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh
Every day of my life
My heart can't possibly break
When it wasn't even whole to start with
Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side
So I don't get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust
Not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid
AHHH I LOVE THIS SONG!!
Kelly Clarkson, Because of You
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| Everyone's yelling at me to UPDATE! SO I AM! hahaha 
CONGRADS TO EVERYONE WHO MADE IT ON THE STEP TEAM!!!!
If you missed tryouts, we are holding Fall Tryouts. I'll update and try to let you guys know when that is.
I GOT MY LEARNERS PERMIT!!!!!!  YAY!!!
That's all I got to say...so much for updating...haha now back to homework 
New Song: Michelle Branch, Tuesday Morning | | |
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!!!!!!!! I'm too busy to update, prop, or even get on AIM. I apologize but, you'll have to use the email..which I just barely check every other day or feel free to call me up....
