To be a woman.

A letter from "Christian Guys" which I found on a blog "Fearlessly Feminine" . This is a letter that I should consider. I have a bad habit of sometimes dressing provocatively.

"Girls, could we talk to you right out of our hearts for a few minutes? It is awkward for us to talk about something of this nature, in person, so we thought we would write our feelings.
We are young men who have been saved and baptized in the Holy Spirit.
We desperately want to live for Christ and not follow the ways of the world.
Since we have been baptized (immersed) in a "Holy" Spirit, we feel in our hearts that we should live "holy" lives.
After all, our bodies are the temple, the sanctuary, the place where the "Holy" Spirit lives and makes His home.
We know that guys and girls are affected differently, so since we desperately want to follow hard after God, could we kindly and respectfully ask you to help us with a few things?
We realize that girls are primarily stimulated or turned on by "touch."
Did you know that guys are turned on by "sight?" So when you are "aroused" (sexually awakened) by a guy's "touch," we are in the same way aroused by mere "sight."
Let us explain. When we see girls who are dressed in a suggestive, revealing, provocative, teasing, tantalizing manner, our sexual desires are aroused.
Our bodies are then affected.
To be absolutely candid, let us give you some examples of what we are referring to.
If you are wearing a blouse that barely meets the waist of your slacks and some of your skin showswhile you are moving around, or simply while you are walking, sitting, or kneeling, our minds are geared to wonder what more of your body would look like further up....
This causes our bodies to respond biologically, and suddenly we are fighting a war in our minds and bodies.
And that war of lust is continuing often long, even hours, after you are gone.
We hate this, because our "righteous man" wants to think pure thoughts....
When you wear low-cut tops which are in any degree revealing, or when you bend over, and they are revealing, this again causes us big problems in the flesh. Or if the back is out of your top, we automatically think that you do not have the undergarment on, and the Spirit and the flesh begin to fight again.
Or when we see any glimpse of your undergarments, such as straps and the like, we have trouble. What we are trying to say is this: If it is not for sale, don't advertise it.
We really feel that the still small voice of the Holy Spirit speaks to you and nudges you when it is too tight, too short, too low, or too revealing. Will you listen to that voice? For the Scripture says, "Quench not the Spirit." (1 Thess. 5:19)Girls, do you know what we would really like?
We would like to come among our Christian sisters and not have to fight and struggle in the flesh.
We do not need to have to wrestle in the flesh at church or at church activities.
We men, whether young, old, single or married, are faced with this every day among girls of the "world."
But we would like to have rest in our Spirit man when we come among Christian girls. After all, doesn't the Scripture tell us to "come out from among the world and be you separate, saith the Lord." (2 Cor. 6:17) It also tells us that "all that is in the world, the lust of the eye, and the lust of the flesh, is not of the Father, but is of the world." (1 John 2:15) We are the church, not the world.
We know that people often use the verse, "Man looketh on the outward appearance, but God looketh on the heart," (1 Sam. 16:7) to condone anything they wish to wear.
This is one of the most misused/used out-of-context verses in the Bible. Conversely, the fact is, if your heart is pure, your outward appearance will be modest....Girls can be fashionable and modest at the same time.
To be honest, we respect you more when your appearance is modest, as the Scripture commands in 1 Timothy 2:9. We really do not want the kind of girl who dresses provocatively, for we know that if we marry her, she will still be that way in the presence of other men once we are married.
We know that we have Christian responsibilites toward girls, too.
We must be careful to portray ourselves properly. We must treat you like ladies.
If we are really committed Christian guys, we will strive to treat you like Jesus would.
After all, you are daughters of God.
Thank you, dear Christian sisters, for hearing our hearts on this subject.
Once we have conveyed the truth of the matter to you, you become responsible before God for what you do with the truth.
We really are "our brother's keeper." (Genesis 4:9.) We know that there is a "cult of conformity" in our generation, but we as Christians "march to the beat of a different drummer." Please, girls, do not say, "I don't care," but help us in these last days to live as close to Jesus as we can.
Thank you so much.

Sincerely,

Committed Christian Guys"

This letter made me take back what I was going to wear to the mall today. *Cough Cough* I was going to wear a low cut black shirt with a mini mini mini skirt. Not good. *Grimaces*

I thank whoever wrote the letter, I also thank the blog that posted it, and I thank my friend Katherine for showing me the blog.

Yehehehe!

*Listening to the Final Fantasy songs on the aol radio" (dey got their own station!)

I'm asian and I know kaaa-raaa-taaaay! and Kuuuung-fooooey! *giggles*

>.<

Sorry, I snuck a couple of bites of cake last night. Alright, okay, so maybe it was half of the cake.

The sugar didn't kick in till this morning. *Lets out a maniacal laugh* Well, I'm off to print out the final draft to my story! I really do wish we could get it over with and just hand it in. Wish me luck!

*Blushes*

(I'm thinking of maybe cutting my hair that short...lol...watcha guys think?)

After Church, I attended yet another party.
It was a "house warming party" It's where you "bless" the house and drive away the "evil spirits". It's a Filipino and Roman Catholic tradition. There were Nuns, and priests in training that came to the party. For the first hour I hung out with my friend Ann Marie in her room...till she had to come out and help "bless" the house by holding the virgin mary and walk around the house while the nun sprinkled holy water and said prayers. The next few hours was full of "Hail Mary's" (said over fifty times), and "prayers" .
I didn't take part with anything. Because I do not believe in what they believed, but I did bow my head, or kneel in respect. I didn't agree with the teachings, or with the "Scapular" and that it would keep you away from Hell. OR the indulgences (SP?).
One of the priests in training was so cute! (he was Filipino. Everybody at the party was.) When I attended the "prayers" I caught myself staring at him. "Advert your gaze, advert your gaze, ADVERT YOUR GAZE!!" I kept on repeating to myself. But I just couldn't stop staring. I felt like a stupid school girl...with all the shy silent gazing. When he looked at me I hurridly looked at the ground and felt so embarrassed.

It's sad isn't it? he's to become a priest, and I have an infatuation with him. Ack, I'm such a silly girl. To make a long story short, I started talking to the nuns (WHO I ABSOBALLYLOOTELY ADORE!!! I love them!) and one of the priests in training sang to me while one of the nuns played the guitar. Normaly I would have been embarrassed, but he was a priest in training (not the one that I like), so I drenched him with smiles and I drowned them with attention. I chatted with one of the nuns like she was my best friend. And I flirted shamelessly with the priest in training. Haha! it was so shocking and funny! Ann Marie was so surprised at me for going right ahead and talking to all the Nuns and Priests in training. Oh my,the flirting was appearant that EVERYBODY guessed that I had a crush on the guy. *Falls over laughing* it will soon pass. He's nineteen, and so was the other P.I.T. *cough cough*.Yeah. It will soon pass. I wont see him again, and I'll probably see somebody new.

I can just see my dad and my best friends tut-tutting at this post. "Christina! How could YOU?"
I don't know what came over me. Hahaha! it was fun, and I had a GREAT time.

BaDaDaDUM!

*Dances to The Chronicles of Life and Death by Good Charlotte*
*bops head*

My dad gave me a key to the van! thats one step closer to owning my own car! oh happy days!
The only rule is NO JOY RIDES!! Ha! I'm not that stupid....I think...am I? no really. What is 1+1? *holds up two fingers* oh, it's ELVEN! I knew that! Right. I don't think the great minds of math can argue with that.
>.<

*grins*

I feel like role playing!

The life of a goldifishy: by Christina

This role playing sketch done in under two minutes! whoot! not my record time. But ah well.

The thing that annoys me the most about the role playing is that the cat looks like 'Mooch' from "Mutts" by Patrick McDowell. You can tell I've been reading the comics!!

Keeping busy.

To amuse myself, I tried to curl my hair. And for those of you who don't know, my hair has a mind of it's own. It decides if it wants to be curled or NOT. And today, It decided not to curl nicely for me.

And I experimented with the black and white setting. *Cough cough* I also wanted to see what I looked like with my eyes closed.

I should have started to drool. Than it would have been more real-ish. The next picture would have done it...*slobbers*

Hatake Kakashi! Ahhhh.... *stares at picture* Ahem, sorry. Right. I admire artists who can make real life girls fall for imaginary guys. And I know quite alot of girls who would drool all over that picture. (Mine. All mine. I didn't draw it though.)

When I was younger, my reflections from the mirrors were my imaginary friends. We had so many adventures in the mirror world. I would meet Alice (from "Alice in Wonderland") and we would talk for hours. Of course my Lola (grandmother) thought I was exetremely vain when she caught me talking to my reflections. Yup.

And here I am posting a BUNCH of pictures of ME! mwahahaha! I'm just doing this to pass the time. I should be studying, but what the heck. I'm going to have to study after my computer time is up.

Yes, I still sleep with Spot! (The stuffed dog in the picture above) Grrrr... what do you have to say about that? huh? huh? huh? I'm no baby! Im turning sixteen in September! so there! nya nya! *Sticks tongue out*

Jealousy turning saints into...

Ugh. Cherise, some of your friends friends friends are sooo freaken hot! how do they manage it? UNFAIR I say. I'm INSANELY jealous. And I mean, girls...not guys. I wouldn't be jealous of guys looks would I?
*Goes off muttering something about cooking "dinner"*
*Sighs, taps fingers impatiently. Gets up and bangs pots and pans till they dent. Then sits down again.*
*Grumbles, and bangs head on keyboard*
*Takes another look at friends friends friends blog pictures. Starts weeping. Starts crying. Starts sobbing. Starts sniveling.*
*Mutters something evil. Picks up a butter knife and stalks out of the house*
MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
*cough cough*

*Coughs*

Meep!

I have nothing more to say that just that. Yes, Meep. Meep. Meep. Meep.

The Philippines!

Question, have you ever read the original "Little Mermaid" story? by Hans Christian Andersen? I just finished listening to a recoreded cd of his stories. And let me tell you..."Little Mermaid" was SOOOOO sad! I almost started to cry. I have a special soft spot for Fairy Tales. I adore listening to them.
Anyhow, I had the most WONDERFUL time yesterday. It was the first time I went swimming this whole entire year, oh it was glorious.

Of course we were at the mall yesterday. And of course me and my friend Ann Marie played DDR, talked, and hung around with yes, punk , gothic, and normal people that played DDR. Me and Ann Marie got a huge crowd watching us while we played, odd, usually Im scared of that. But I wasn't at all nervous in anyway.
After we left the mall, we had to drop off Ann Marie at a Filipina's house. I didn't know the lady at all, I've seen her and her daughters a couple of times when we shopped at the Filipino store "Manila Garden". But after last night, I got to know her, and her daughters very well.
They had a pool, and it was so very hot outside, and they lent us some bathing suits. Which I might say was VERY SMALL! it was sooo skimpy, I was scared I might just fall out of the bathing suit.
There were so many people in the pool that we did not know, but we got along just fine and played a bunch of water games. It was hilarious most of the time, except when Ann Marie's brother got in trouble for pulling at my shorts.
We all swam in the pool from two in the afternoon, till eight in the evening. Then we got out and ate dinner with everybody.
Everything was so wonderful, it felt just like the Philippines! Unlike the American stiff and formal way, there was just one long table with food, and everybody sat together like family. I loved it, even though I didn't know anybody, I chatted, joked, and played around with the guys and girls at the table. Like I said it was wonderful, after dinner we sat around playing with the tame birds that would sit on your shoulder and talk to you. Ann Marie tried to give my brother ballroom dancing lessons, which ended up with her falling down mid-dip.
At ten-oh-clock, me and and few other of the girls jumped into the pool again. If you have ever swam in the dark, you know how exciting and sensual it can get. We had so much fun playing in the pool... but most of the times we would just float ontop of our backs and stare at the stars. Blocking out the sounds of the highway which was in front of their front yard.

The girls were surpised that I was homeschooled, I asked them why and they said, "Because your soooo stylish!"
three times I was embarrassed that day. That was one, another was when their mother said I was VERY pretty, and kept on about it. (Yes, please never say I'm pretty to my face, it's really embarrassing to me. Because Im not sure if your lying just to be nice to me. Or if you really mean it. *blushes*) The third time was when my mom started singing on the kareoke. Heaven forbid!

Shopping.

Thanks for your loving support! I really do appreciate your friendships!
Lousy of me to post my "down in the dumps" mood. I should never do that to my friends. Yup. Never ever.
Anyhow, Im in a better mood now. I went shopping in the mall with my mom. And I got two new tops, one skirt, and one brand new watch that I adore.
I have some breakthrough news to. Can you believe that I couldn't fit into a size 0 pair of jeans at Khols? scary huh? size 0 is my size, I guess I'm getting bigger. Yay! *grins happily*
And I have a little story too. But first. Pictures!

Like my brothers shirt? *chokes* *cough cough* Ahem, left top is from JC Penney. Right top is from Khols. Im sorry I couldn't model for you, but I didn't really feel like trying on cloths again. I must have tried on hundreds of cloths at the mall this afternoon.

The skirt is from Khols, and the watch is from one of my favorite stores Charlotte Russe.

Attraction to the opposite sex is normal. And when you find somebody attracted to you, you feel either flattered, or well, not flattered. In the foodcourt at the local mall, there is a Japanese fast food resturant. While me and my mother were waiting for our food one of the employees glanced up from his work and scanned the people, he went back to his work, but then suddenly glanced up and looked intently at me. It felt like his eyes were penetrating me, so I looked down at me feet embarrased. I saw him from the corner of my eye walk towards my direction, he looked as if he wanted to say something, but stepped back, and just stared at me from the corner of the room pretending he was doing something. He was a awful "pretender". Anyhow, he said something in Japanese to his co-worker, and his co-worker unfourtunately started to "check me out". I kept on repeating under my breath, "please don't stare, please don't STARE!" but he walked towards me and started grinning and smiling, and like I said, checking me out. If you are a girl, you know exactly when somebody looks at you in a way you know just isn't the "I just wanna be your friend" look. Before he could start talking to me, I started to talk my mom, desperately trying to hold a conversation with her. If people could see me blush, then that would have been the time. But nobody can ever see me blush under my skin tone!

It's so embarrasing if you know somebody is interested in you!
Usually, I would have flirted back...but... I never flirt with the good looking ones. Sometimes I'm too shy around them. So yes, Im saying the first guy who stared at me was...yeah. The second guy I could have played around with without feeling any type of guilt. But with the first guy, I would have felt pangs of pain for playing around with him.

Ah well. Enough about that.

Have a goodnight everybody. Oyasuminasai!

More gray skies

But this time, I don't feel to bright and cheery.
*Sighs*
I'm in a rut. Down in the dumps. Out of my mind. Depressed. Whatever you want to call it. Either way, I just don't feel to great. *Crys*
Oh bugger.

Too be a girl.

So, I finaly finished my story for the contest.
To reward myself I borrowed nine books from the libary. I haven't read a book since I started my story. Im just going to wallow in books for the next few days. Right now Im reading "Once Upon a Marigold" by Jean Ferris. So far the story is ADORABLE! yeah, romancy, but adorable.
Anyhow- I drove to the library! I still need to practice on backing up, and parking. My parking is a tad bit crooked.

Hmmm, a tad bit blurry. Ah well. Anywhooo, the picture part I was most nervous about, but the guy who took it was soooooooo nice. He let me look at the picture, and when I didn't like it, he let me take another! so nice! He even took my permit and gave it to me personaly. (There was a person who took out the licenses and permits to the people) Okay, so my dad says he, *ahem* how shall I say it? Uh, er, nevermind. I still think he was just being really nice.

Well, I got my sixteenth birthday party sort of planned out! At first we were going to rent a firehall! cool huh? but then there would be nothing to do. We thought of a park, to kiddish. Now we are going to try a local water park. I think thats the best thing to be done, because I have "different" friends. By different I mean race, beliefs, labels, and personalities. And some are complete opposites, and I don't think they would mingle quite, er, safely? So with a pool, my friends could just go in their little groupies, and I'll just try to be a good hostess and try to make the party go un-boring-ish-ly. Yeah, Mmmhmm.

I have my covet list (wish list) for my birthday already. I'll post it in September (100 things, so you would definately know what to get me!). And I have my guest list ready. I would really LOVE to invite all my close friends, but of course, they are either out of state, or in a different state, far, far away. (Yes you Beth and Cherise!) Im allowed more than 20 guests so... YAY! I can't wait.

When the sky turns grey.

Oh joy and happiness!
Outside is all dark and gloomy. I so dislike it when that happens, the good thing is, I can color up my blog. Even though outside is all drab and boring.

This morning, I had a little adventure at the gas station. Okay so, Im getting my permit later this afternoon, so my dad wanted to teach me how to put gas into the car. I do know HOW, but I haven't done it since I was seven or eight years old. Anyhow, you know almost anything I do has a side affect, and usually things go VERY wrong.
Well, yeah, how about spilling gas? Mmmhmm... good thing I didn't spill ALOT of gas.

Still a baby girl.

My mom is cooking dinner for a few Asian friends of hers that are coming over to eat with us for the night.
She's cooking fish.
So I kept myself occupied by playing "pokey pokey" a game where Christina pokes our dinner's eyeballs.
I also opened the fishes mouth and stuck my finger in.
HAHAHA! sorry. Gross I know. But Hey, at least I got to learn how to clean a fish.

Anyhow, my sixteenth birthday is on September the eleventh. Yes I know, a horrible day. But anyways, Im planning a birthday party for my sweet sixteens. But I have NO ideas whatsoever. A friend of mine suggested Ice skating, it's a pretty good idea, but I need more options. Feel free to leave a comment.

It's a Career? really? kewl.

Drawing...drawing...drawing...
Mmm, after church I spent the whole afternoon just drawing and listening to my music. You just don't know how happy I am just to sit on the ground, my hair up in a ponytail, and make squiggly lines on my paper. Um, but those squiggly lines do make sense you know.

Random, random, random!!

I feel like posting pictures. Just random pictures, just to add to the radom-ness-ish day.

I've posted this before and after picture in my blog... And yes, I know I look weird.

Three outfit pictures that you have most probably seen throughout my bloggie.

Notice the similarities? Odd t'isn't it?

One of my OLD drawings.

After a friends wedding, in the car I was playing with the digi cam.

Making fun of super models, thus the "ruffled hair" look. *Grins*

I ADORE this picture! it's sooooo cute and funny!

Oh, but I didn't draw it, I found it on one of the quizzila.com sites.

And so end's this random post. Blame it on Me. What a bore. Oddity's what can I say?. Oh bother. Im talking balderdash! oh blast it. Goodnight. Oyasuminasai!

DDR mania!

I finaly visited the mall yesterday. I haven't been there in ages! Anyhow, I finaly hyped up the courage to play DDR infront of everybody in the mall...or just in the arcade. I was nervous of the people that were watching me, so I messed up a couple of times. But ah well, I only failed one song. It was sooooo fun! Im going to play DDR everytime I go to the mall. Yes, gothic, punk, prep, geeks, and norms were watching me. Actually, the gothic people are pretty fun to talk to around the DDR pad. *I just saw some of my friends jaw's drop when I said that.) Yess, I said gothic people are okay, and fun. *GRINS* I hold no grudges...uh, except for preps. I don't really like preps that much.

The Fourth of July!

Wouldn't you know it.
It just HAD to rain on the fourth of July! Funny how weather can make people run helter-skelter into their cars. HAHA! Anyhow, we arived downtown to watch the fireworks. But they cancelled the program till seven-oh-clock, because of the thunderstorm watch.
Just after they announced that, buckets of rain fell from the sky (The streets even flooded). It stopped at seven, but then they cancelled the whole entire program (except for the fireworks which was at nine), because of the thunderstorm warning. After they announced that, a rolling loud rip of thunder sent some people screaming and running into their cars.

So my family and I, went to Wawa's! yeah, Wawa's... we got ice cream, chips, and drinks. I ate junk food to my hearts content. But I had to brush my teeth furiously when I got back home. Oh, and I am extreeemely jealous of Amish girls...the fact that I saw a few walk in and out Wawa's with some really cute guys. Okay sorry, back to the important stuff.
After that, we went back downtown. Waited, waited, and waited. Nine-oh-clock. No fireworks. Nine fifteen. No fireworks. Nine thirty. Still no fireworks. Ten ten. FINALLY!!!
The fireworks this year were better than last years! a WONDERFUL finale! it was awesome! okay, so I totaly missed out on seeing my friends, but what the heck. There's always next year.

Oh right. PICTURES! yay!
(I still think the digi cam is one of the best inventions ever!) The blog only let's me post five pictures. Which stinks. Ah well.

Just random pictures...

See, the streets flooded. It's a nice reflection picture my dad took though.
Me, my brothers Andrew and Daniel, at the Bell. Blurry eh, at least you can see the bell!
Fireworks! booyaaa! The pictures didn't really turn out to well. And the camera's batteries ran out right at the finale. Oh well.

Ladeedaa!

I had the most wonderful day today.
I spent the whole day drawing and listening to music, and turning up the radio when my favorite song came on. I turned it up so loud my mom had to keep turning it down. I read a couple of books, and I am about to work on my story. I love to do things that I love to do!

Aha! and I also found an awesome clothing magazine. Usually I don't really like looking at the teen cloths magazines, but the ALLOY magazine totaly hits my type of style. I ADORE it!
I'll never be able to get any of the cloths though. Everything is way over twenty dollars, and I never buy anything over ten. I am such a tightwad.