• dream •

Min Yoongi from BTS released a mixtape a few months ago. I can’t appreciate the language found in most of the songs. But I appreciate the honesty and transparency of the messages so much and have so much respect for this young songwriter and musician.

My favorite song off the album is Dream. The English translations aren’t 100% and there’s more language in some versions than others, but the message really hits me hard because it’s exactly what I’ve dealt with for the last several years.

We’re told to go to university, pursue education, get a job that pays well. We’ll be happy then. When we make six figures a year, we’ll be happy. So endure it for now. Just go to school, get a good job.

When I was younger, I swore I’d never become that person. I’d never believe the lie that money solves our problems; I’d never become miserable because of that. But I kind of am. I’m happy to expand my horizons and learn. I’m miserable because I do it only to please everyone but myself and to pursue a goal that’s not mine. I’m miserable because I don’t care for the money but that’s what my goal is supposed to be.

I’m told that these pressures will go away once I graduate and am in charge of my life. I know that’s a lie. Maybe it’s one they believe, but I know it’s not true because they push me to do this because it’s what they believe is best and if I don’t follow the path I’m choosing, then I’ll be considered a failure and I will disappoint. I understand and I’m grateful to be cared for. I just wish people cared with the right mindset.

We follow this path because we feel that we have no alternative. We do it to please our families. We do it to make sure they don’t feel that they’ve failed us or us them.

Yoongi says that not having a dream just led to loneliness and wondering what was wrong with him because, while his friends pursued their goals and lived, he was left not knowing what he was doing and why he didn’t have a dream. I understand that. My friends know what they want to do. Whether they pursue it or not is up to them, but they at least have a direction.

I’m following a path semi-constructed for me. I’m not passionate about my major. It’s interesting, it’s useful. But I’m not satisfied. I’m not sure all this time, frustration, and money is worth it to me. It is to my family because it’s the path they chose or wish they’d chosen. But I can’t see that.

To me, it just seems like we spend so much time chasing goals that don’t fulfill us because other people – people we trust – said they’re important. When I die, will I care that I made six figures a year for forty years? Will I care that I did well in school? Will I care about what I spent my life on?

Right now, I don’t think so.

And I’m confused because I’ve proven to myself over and over that I can do anything (thank you, God, for those opportunities and getting me through). I’ve overcome so many obstacles. I’ve done well in school, in public speaking, in debate. I’m a hard worker. I don’t think many other people have had the opportunities I’ve had at this age to prove that to themselves.

So I’m wondering why I can’t choose a path happily when I know that I can succeed walking any of them.

I’m trying to do everything with love, but I feel dry. Uninspired. Drained. Tired. Frustrated. So much is going for me and I appreciate it. It’s just hard to appreciate things when that’s not what’s important to me.

If you can, I encourage you to listen to Dream and absorb the lyrics even just once. I like this version because the translation is presented in a very beautiful way. Just be aware that there is an f-bomb and a d**** – I’m not happy about them, but the message is more powerful, I think, than those words.

My prayers are with you all.

Love,

Rana || xoxo

P.S.

Disclaimer: I don’t blame anyone for my path in life. I appreciate my friends and family very much. More so now than ever, I think, although I show it less than ever. I’m bad at communicating what’s important to me with people. I apologize and I love you all.

• school frustrations •

I actually really like school (for the most part). I enjoy learning. I fear mediocrity in anything.

And that’s kind of the reason I also hate school. Because I work so freaking hard to set myself apart, to excel, to make my parents and teachers proud, to avoid the disappointment when meriting only a B (it happened twice in the last four years and still frustrates me to a degree), to avoid beating myself up later because I could have pushed myself a little harder and done a little better.

I also hate school because, sometimes, the amount of energy I put toward it is not in proportion to the long-term rewards. Sure, I’ll have a nice record, but who really cares? I don’t think I’ve ever heard people I admire discuss the grades they received in college or high school unless they didn’t do well. And then they laugh. Those that probably earned high marks don’t discuss it because it’s probably not important.

Yet we spend so much time and energy on it now because adults tell us “it’s worth it”. I’d like to know what “it” is and why “it’s” worth all these frustrations and tears.

I dread the coming of school because I know that, no matter how much I say “I don’t care”, I know that I will still work myself into the ground to do well. That’s who I am. Regardless of what the task is, I have to do try to do it better than those around me.

That doesn’t only go for school. It’s my attitude at work too. Whether I’m at the register, filling the meat, fronting, stocking the cooler, or wrapping produce, I put my all in so the manager goes, “hey, she’s worth her salt. I’m going to give her more freedom than the others because I know she won’t waste it”.

We’ve all heard that comparison is the thief of joy. It’s true. I learn this lesson over and over again and I don’t know how to stop comparing and just be satisfied with my best. I want my best, regardless of the outcome, to be enough for me.

So I suppose I’ll try to focus on that during the fall semester. We’ll see how it goes.

Love,

Rana || xoxo

P.S.

Is it just me, or does anyone else find the extra classes frustrating? “Oh, you’re going for nutrition? Why don’t you take a precalculus class?”

• next •

So I’m apparently really bad at keeping up with posting. Or anything, for that matter. Since school ended, I’ve been busy (still). You’d think summer would let up a bit but no. Anyway, a month after I finished my college classes, I finally got around to graduating high school summa cum laude with a 5.04 GPA (how, I have no clue; but hey, I’m not complaining). I hadn’t planned on going, but my parents wanted me to and  I’m actually kind of happy I did (don’t tell them though because I’m prideful).

Some people I hadn’t counted on caring or supporting me, showed up to prove me wrong. Thank you to those people.

My guidance counselor introduced me with some incredibly kind words before I took her place at the podium and delivered my speech which I’d like to share with you now. It’s not terribly long, but it comes from the heart and means quite a bit to me.

I’ve always been a bit different. Whether it was because I watched Scooby Doo instead of Hannah Montana, read Mark Twain and J.R.R. Tolkien instead of Juny B. Jones, chose to spend two weeks of summer vacation at debate camp, or jam to Korean Pop instead of Taylor Swift – I’ve always chosen to place my interests in something other than the mainstream. And I think part of that has led to our success in school. I say “our” because I know that you’re different too. [This school], together with our parents, allowed us to chart our own individual course rather than joining the mainstream. You chose this school over a traditional brick-and-mortar one; you chose self-discipline over being told what to do every day. And you’re sitting here as a result.

           There are a few things I’ve noticed over the last few years that I want to specifically address and hope you keep in mind forever. And hopefully that doesn’t sound too cheesy.

  1. We’re all equal, right? Maybe we don’t have equal talents, but we’re equally valuable and equal before the law. But I believe that just because we are valuable doesn’t mean we’re entitled to anything. Entitlement is a disease our society refuses to fight because it is mis-labeled as a “right”. As Americans, we have incredible privileges – privileges people in other countries risk their lives to attain. Is it their fault to have been born in their country?  By the same token, is it by our skill that we were born with these privileges so readily available? We’ve grown soft and we’ve become afraid of hard work; not many will say this, but I think we have this fear that, if it’s difficult or uncomfortable, something’s not right. Someone else isn’t working hard enough for us to have it easier.

So take a moment to let that sink in… And because I’m terrible at transitions, we’ll move right on into Point #2.

2. Ji Kwon, a Korean singer, once said that, “What we should be really scared of are not failures, but the heart that is no longer brave enough to take risks and embrace challenges”. Sure, risks and challenges are uncomfortable. But they’re not something to be feared. Discomfort is not synonymous with wrong or bad and nothing worthwhile comes easily.  Consider those you look up to – anyone you consider successful. They’re not where they are because they sat around and hoped for their lives to fall into place. They made it happen by taking risks and moving forward even in their fear.

At this point, I’d like to quote Teddy Roosevelt:

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”  -Teddy Roosevelt.

3. You are unique, valuable and irreplaceable – gifted with talents only you can nurture. Don’t waste that opportunity. You have everything you need to be successful on both personal and societal levels. Utilize that gift. Be resourceful.  Be creative.  Maybe you don’t have what the person next to you has, but that’s the point: you don’t need what they have. You need what you already have.  Take the time to identify what that is and use it.

4. On that note, I’d like to discuss the idea of success a bit more. Unlike many people, I don’t think you need the approval of others to be successful. While we may not realize it, this is how many of us measure our value, worth, and success: by other peoples’ standards. It takes a lot of courage to shun those opinions (not the advice, but the opinions) and focus on what matters to you. Over the last few years, I’ve learned that setting goals is important to success. But the end goal rarely turns out to be the way I envisioned it. So I would agree with Seungri, another Korean singer, when he said, “Don’t believe in success. Rather than that, believe in the amount of your effort and passion”. Effort and passion are the two constants in the equation of success. I would add that faith and prayer are additional factors in this and the one that offers the most peace of mind. In their song “Fire”, BTS says, “Don’t try so hard. It’s okay to lose.” What they mean is not, “give up because it’s hard”, but rather, “acknowledge that you might not have met your goal; it’s okay. Failure doesn’t make you a loser; it means you’re working toward something”. My dad often says, “our rewards in life will always be in exact proportion to our services”. As a general rule, this is true. I’ve tested it out many times.

So, to summarize:

  1. We are all equal, but not entitled + remember that a privilege is not a right.

  2. “What we should be really scared of are not failures, but the heart that is no longer brave enough to take risks and embrace challenges”.

  3. You have everything you need to be successful right now.

  4. Success is subjective; just keep making progress and keep in mind that your value is not determined by your failures or your successes.

If you read that, thank you.

Anyway, after the ceremony, two girls ran up to me and went, “OH, MY GOSH. YOU’RE A K-POPPER TOO!” One of them had a picture of BTS pasted to the back of her cap. I laughed and told her Suga was my spirit animal. Then her mom came up and said, “She mentioned Fire and I was like, ‘ahhh’!”

It was a nice night. Only 34 graduates.

And because I’m really bad at transitions, I’ll sign off now and leave you with a picture of me in my brother’s gown from last year (::cough:: it reached down to my ankles so I was the midget smurf of the evening ::cough:: I wasn’t about to pay $50 for a shiny blue garbage bag ::cough::).

• next •

Love,

Rana || xoxo

• identity •

We all want to belong and feel at home with another person or group of people.

Sometimes we change ourselves to fit a certain image. For a long time, that was me. I knew that wasn’t who I was. It felt off. I was never comfortable with them or with myself. Occasionally, there were those times where I thought we were friends because we hung out. They invited me to go see The Lion King on stage with them! They must like me enough to willingly spend time with the sheltered ginger chick. But I think they were fooled too. I don’t know that they ever enjoyed my company either but I always tagged along in school so what could they do?

Sometimes we lie to ourselves to get through a situation as comfortably as possible.

Other times, some things feel right – or at least better. So we stick a label to our foreheads and say, “this is who I am” because in this identity, I feel more comfortable. And we do that because we know there are other people out there who feel the same way.

But that’s not who we are. That’s what we’re most comfortable with.

Comfort is a lie.

Most of us live in a society that says, “if you are comfortable doing this, do it” or “if you feel happy doing this, do it”. Ethics, morals, and logic fall by the wayside because they are irrelevant when we focus on feelings and comfort.

We are not here to find comfort and happiness. We are not here to “discover ourselves”.

We are here to make this world a better place by using our individual talents and abilities. “Discovering yourself” sounds like it’s the ultimate goal. It’s not. It’s a step to becoming a better person, but not the end goal. All our lives, I think, we will spend trying to discover our voices and use them to do the right thing.

In order to discover who we are, we need to place our identities in something that doesn’t change. Consistency is key. All the confusion comes when we identify and associate ourselves with something that doesn’t satisfy, doesn’t stay unchanging.

Comfort is dangerous. It prevents us from seeing where we need to grow, where we have become stagnant. We ignore the needs of others because we aren’t suffering. But when we do, we wonder where the help is.

Don’t seek comfort. Seek a better way of life. A better you.

Love,

Rana || xoxo

• chin up •

Last night, I was told that I was ranked within the top 20 students at my school; my immediate response was, “why am I not in the top 10? Do they not do top 10? Is top 20 the best?” I thought back to that time I finished psychology with a B+ and that time I finished the first semester of Spanish II with a B+. Everything else has been an A since I started high school and dual enrolling.

I wondered why I didn’t do better. Why didn’t they rank me higher?

Back in March, I submitted an application for a study abroad opportunity in Korea. I reviewed my CV and motivation letter so many times. What could I do better? If I were reviewing a bunch of applications, would I choose mine?

Today, I found out I didn’t get in. Turns out I wasn’t just competing against the kids in my local college, but against kids all over the world. If I’d known that, I wouldn’t have set my hopes up so high (and thus I am reminded why I prefer the pessimistic worldview).

This semester, I took on six college classes so I could graduate with my high school diploma as well as associates degree. I have 90% in three or four classes, one other 90-, and an A+. And, for some reason, thought it would be a good idea to start working too. I’ve always been a hard worker, so I thought I could handle this. Apparently not because I’m not all A’s or A+’s, it’s hard to find time to shower + exercise, and gotten difficult to fall asleep (and stay asleep).

But here’s the thing:

My worth is not based on a grade, acceptance statistic, or the approval of others.

what

my life is a lie

I’ve always wanted to be the best, the strongest (not necessarily physically; I’ve given up on that), the humblest, the smartest, the prettiest, the favorite, the hardest worker, the x, y, and z.

At the same time, I realize that I will never be any of these things. I will never be the best at anything. I will never be the strongest, the humblest, the smartest, the favorite, or the hardest worker. And I have to be okay with that.

We have to set reasonable standards for ourselves and, if we find that they are unattainable, we need to lower them a bit until we are at the point where we can do better – and then we raise it again.

We’re human. We fail. We learn. We do better. It’s all we can do.

So keep your chin up.

You’ll fail.

You’ll be crushed.

But something better will come along and the temporary defeats will make sense.

Take it one day at a time. It will all work out.

God having provided some better thing for us, that they without us should not be made perfect.

• Hebrews 11:40 •

If you were looking for some encouragement today, that’s hopefully it. xoxo

Love,

Rana || xoxo

• the little things •

  • studying for an economics test when the guy with a deep voice from your math class (but with the personality of a puppy) begins telling you how he couldn’t sleep last night, so he watched Howl’s Moving Castle instead and you find out he is also reading The Lord of the Rings
  • complimenting someone on their outfit and them saying, “I needed that today; thank you”
  • asking someone whether or not you should get chocolate chip cookies or M&M’s and they take the time to seriously help you out
  • going to the drugstore because you need/want new mascara + eyeliner but meeting a person with a lovely personality and giving them eyeliner tips
  • seeing your friend who says, “how did your economics test go? I remembered and prayed for you.”
  • getting to the chapel a bit later than usual when a woman walks in, kneels down, and begins crying. You wait a few minutes before handing her a tissue and holding her hand. She continues to cry and squeezes your hand back. You sit beside her and hold her. She asks for prayers for her son, Steven (Stephen?). You give her your Pieta prayer book (which you didn’t think you had anymore) and dog-ear the prayers which offered you the most comfort in your time of need.
  • she thanks you for being there for her; you think, “no one should have to cry alone”
  • realizing your iPod was in your pocket so you plug it in on the way home and listen to Kim Jae Joong and G-Dragon before feeling happy enough to sing with Taeyang
  • getting home and realizing your computer is being used, so you draw instead
  • once you’re done drawing, you read Not God’s Type

the little things are often ordinary, everyday miracles

pay attention

Love,

Rana || xoxo

• the nomadic heart •

I’ve always (always) had a tough time making decisions. Whether it’s “what’s your favorite color”, “what do you want for breakfast”, or “what will you study in college”, I could rarely give you an answer on the spot.

Even now, I could not tell you definitively what my favorite color is. Breakfast is waffles because my brother’s home from college + that’s kind of what we decided on last night.

It has always been frustrating. Not only for me, but also for my family and anyone asking questions. For so long, it’s just been an annoyance and eternal source of aggravation. I see so many people around me who are either (a) set on what they want to do or (b) don’t know what they want to do, but aren’t under any pressure to find out.

Now, I realize that no one is entirely open about their struggles and there are a lot of people in my shoes, but I haven’t found them yet.

The more I think about this though, the more I realize that this doesn’t have to be a setback. It means that I am meant to do more than work, study, pay bills, and die. We all are. I think that everyone must be born with this sense of instability and fear of commitment because we crave more than the average. Many simply settle for a life and that becomes average but…

• mediocre scares me •

Source: http://www.allkpop.com/meme_view/npp25w/so/. || I feel all of these on a very deep level. Thank you, Bangtan Boys, for existing and daring to be greater.

I have this crazy drive to be the best. Whatever I do, if I’m not succeeding, I feel as if I am doing something wrong. This probably isn’t all good or healthy and it’s probably going to teach me a painful lesson sooner or later, but it drives me to work hard and study hard.

This drive for success in whatever area I am working on, I believe, will open many more doors for me. I want to travel, try new foods, learn from every experience, and live unordinarily. Living like everyone else scares me.

But here’s the thing: whatever happens is what’s meant to happen and I am at peace with that (for the most part). I just keep my head down, do my best, work hard, and I know that it will all work out.

This nomadic heart is not a setback, but a calling to something more than the norm. There is nothing wrong with an inconsistent life as long as the principles and morals stay firm. There is nothing wrong with leading a different life or thinking outside the box.

Dare to be greater + don’t let fear hold you back. Take the time to remind yourself that you don’t have to do what everyone else is doing.

“Dear young people, do not be afraid of making decisive choices in life. Have faith; the Lord will not abandon you!”

 • Pope Francis •

Love,

Rana || xoxo

P.S.

Waffles with chocolate sauce + caramel sauce is daebak.

• shh •

Howdy!

Forgive my radio silence! School has been kicking my butt and I haven’t really known what to post about which is what I wanted to talk about today.

• an open letter to my friends •

This has been a long time in coming partially because I did not know if I was ready to be this open. I’m also concerned that this will come off as me being a drama queen or something. I deny a lot of things because other people have it worse, but I think it’s important to realize that, just because someone has it worse, doesn’t mean that what hurts me means any less.

But let’s get to it.

I’m a very private person. I will tell you what’s up, but not what’s in my head. I will be very open with you, but not tell you a thing. And I don’t know if you notice that, but it hurts me and I’m sorry for not letting you in.

The thing is, I don’t know how.

I don’t know what to talk about. I don’t know how to have an easy conversation. I don’t know how to talk without thinking, “will I regret saying this?” so I don’t say much. I don’t know how to talk about the things I love without the fear of boring you. I can’t talk about what I love without choking up because only I understand it and even the wrong look from someone when I speak will silence me.

My family is constantly on me to stop mumbling + speak up. I wonder if this is because the words I don’t say ought to be louder and the things I do say mean nothing to me. I’ve grown quiet about the things I love. I’ve forgotten how to be open. I’ve forgotten how to accept other people. I’ve forgotten to put the things that matter to me first; instead, I listen to the people that say “school is the most important thing in your life right now”, “focus on school”, “the grades you get now are what will help you most in college”, “get that scholarship”, “study something that makes you money”, “you should be studying instead of writing”.

I’ve noticed that I don’t look people in the eye so much anymore either. Why? Maybe it’s because they will notice all the thoughts I don’t say. Who knows?

And, to my friends, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make you feel like you’re not… accepted around me. I don’t mean to make you feel like the things that matter to you don’t matter to me. Okay, so they might not matter to me, but you matter to me. And that’s what matters most.

I’m sorry for holding you at arm’s length. And to those I want to be friends with, but won’t speak to, I’m sorry for not having the courage to reach out.

I genuinely love you all and, while I might limit what I say + do, I do not limit my love for you.

Eternal love,

Rana || xoxo

• she’s ugly •

|| “She’s ugly.” ||

|| “Is she pretty or is she just wearing a lot of makeup?” ||

|| “Geez, she’s fat.” ||

I hear these negative remarks frequently. I’ve heard them all my life. I noticed my little sister repeating these harsh statements + that ticked me off because, cynic and critic though I am, I like to consider myself a just + fair one (just ask me, right?).

Maybe cynic and critic aren’t the right terms here. Realistic sounds more accurate in this context, no?

I have a few thoughts and if I don’t put them in a list, I’ll ramble. Typical, right?

  • Criticizing someone for the way they look is so shallow. Have we really nothing better to do than point out the flaws in others? Why do we do it, anyway? Does it make us feel better about ourselves, somehow? How low are we that we need to put others down to feel good about ourselves?
  • Being the most beautiful person in a room isn’t a competition. We shouldn’t feel inferior because a prettier person exists.
  • Beautiful is such a fluid and relative term anyway. By whose standards are we judging others and why do we do it?
  • These statements teach us, and others, to be judgmental and cruel. It’s not just a statement. It’s a worldview. If we look at someone and judge them by their appearance, we miss out. And, believe me, we’re missing more than they are.
  • We’re giving in to the lies of pop culture + that’s what the government wants + we can’t let them win. Now I insert something about aliens and government conspiracy theories here, right?
  • No one is ugly from the outside. It’s a misconception sold to us by the media and we buy it subconsciously. You can’t look at someone and say, “they’re ugly.” You don’t know that.
  • Ugly is a choice. We choose ugly whenever we judge someone by their appearance and that makes us uglier in that moment than they will ever be. Don’t choose ugly. You’re better than that.

Okay, I think I’m done.

I wanted to speak on this only because it’s a mentality that I feel should be recognized; we often judge subconsciously. I do too. I’m not perfect. All too often do I look at someone and go, “I don’t want to be friends with them. Look at their eyebrows. Ugh.” And that’s wrong of me.

Style is a preference. We can judge that. Faces + body types are individual and unique. We should love that.

Over + out.

Rana || xoxo

• happy tag •

The lovely Maddie over at God’s Little Pencil tagged me in the Tag of Happiness (I now have the Happy song stuck in my head)! With school starting on Monday, six college courses, and the question “what have I done” running through my head, I decided this was the perfect time to not think of a post topic. Thanks a mil. to Maddie for doing that for me! Bless you!

I also think it’s perfect timing so that we can get to know each other now that I can respond to you (the ban has been lifted and took my childhood with it)! So let’s get to it:

Songs That Make Me Happy (okay, so I cheated + listed artists instead; sue me):

  • Basically anything on my Spotify playlist, creatively entitled Amasian Jam.
  • Vixx
  • BTS
  • B.A.P.
  • EXO
  • BIGBANG
  • Ailee
  • Eve Ai
  • One OK Rock
  • The GazettE
  • Alice Nine

Books That Make Me Happy:

  • Pride & Prejudice // Jane Austen
  • Love & Freindship // Jane Austen <– No, that is not my typo.
  • The Silmarillion // J.R.R. Tolkien, a.k.a. The Master
  • The Children of Hurin // J.R.R. Tolkien
  • Anything by Tolkien, really.
  • Anything by Mirriam Neal.
  • An Easy Ways to Become a Saint // Paul O’Sullivan O.P.
  • 33 Days to Morning Glory // Michael E. Gaitley <– which reminds me: I need to do my reading for today…
  • A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court // Mark Twain
  • Huckleberry Finn // Mark Twain
  • Phantom of the Opera // Gaston Leroux
  • The Bible // God
  • Alice in Wonderland + Through the Looking Glass // Lewis Carroll

Films That Make Me Happy:

  • The Lord of the Rings Trilogy
  • The Hobbit Trilogy
  • The Hunger Games Series (it’s sobering + is rather hopeful)
  • Little Boy
  • Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation
  • James Bond: Skyfall
  • Labyrinth // starring the late David Bowie, may his soul rest in peace
  • My Neighbor Totoro

Food That Makes Me Happy:

  • All.
  • Just not that weird spiky fruit whose insides taste + look like snot that I tried over a decade ago.
  • Not that.
  • Or eggplant.

Words That Make Me Happy:

  • Cripple
  • Obfuscate
  • Rhubarb
  • Cat/Kitty
  • Avocado

Scents That Make Me Happy:

  • Vanilla
  • Coconut
  • Christmas
  • Ocean
  • Lebanese kitchens
  • Brownies
  • Chocolate chip cookies
  • BLT
  • Cinnamon
  • Winter
  • Roses
  • Taylor Swift’s Wonderstruck perfume
  • Katy Perry’s Killer Queen perfume
  • Tea
  • Old books

Random Things That Make Me Happy:

  • Slicing avocados
  • Praying/Adoration
  • J-Rock + K-Pop
  • Warm + fuzzy socks // but only in winter//and not even all the time
  • Boots
  • Winter/Autumn clothes
  • Free time//at least, I think I’d like it if I knew what it was…
  • Writing
  • Books
  • Sheets fresh out of the dryer
  • Newly made beds
  • Baking
  • Grandma’s house
  • Two or three of my little cousins

Shows That Make Me Happy:

  • Kill Me, Heal Me
  • The Middle
  • LOST
  • M*A*S*H
  • I Love Lucy
  • The Dick Van Dyke Show

• Rules •

||Take the banner and put it in your post.||
||List as many things as you want in each category.||
||Come up with more categories if you wish.||

The Tagged

//Rachael//

//Liz//

//Joi//

//Mirriam//

//Annie//

//Bri//

So what about you? Answer some or all of the questions. I’m interested in getting to know you!

Love,

Rana || xoxo