What are you doing Katrina?

Well, I am all moved in to my dorm room, and I await classes to start on Wednesday. All of the returning students (which is me, but since Sarah is a freshman here, I got to move in early) are moving in tomorrow, and I feel terrible for them. Hurricane Katrina is on its way over here, which will make it absolutely dreadful for move-in day. Not to mention that our campus floods at the slightest bit of rain, so tomorrow makes for an interesting day. Tornadoes are spinning off from from the hurricane I have been through 3 tornadoes since living here, so it's getting to be normal.

I have Weather Bug on my computer, and it keeps going off all day. We keep receiving flood warnings, and this was posted on Weather Bug:
"Do not drive through flooded areas. Turn around, don't drown".

Couldn't have said it better myself.

Tomorrow I have "Proclamation Retreat". Proclamation (proc) is the 25-member scholarship choir on campus, and we go out and sing at many churches and events throughout the year. We're trying to get a head start on our repitoire this year, because we have many early concerts ahead. It will be cool seeing everyone from proc. I have missed everyone and just being in the choir. I hope my voice is in shape for all of the singing ahead. I think I will have to take it easy for a while.

To Dave..yeah, the Cubs suck this year. Tell me something I don't know.

Union, dearest Union, honored be thy name.

First of all, I tried to download these pics from my files, and then I went to imageshack.us to download them, and I can't get rid of the white around them!! This is so frustrating, because I have tried for a long time. Links and pics aren't my forte, so can somebody help me?? I did my best!

The title of this post is just a taste of my school's almamater. I DISLIKE singing that song!!

I thought I would show you a few pics of some friends and other fun stuff, just to give you a few visuals of people I talk about often.


This is my friend Brian Spillman. He is a part of my favorite fraternity on campus, Lambda Chi Alpha. He used to have really long hair, but he decided to cut it, and where it as a mullet for a week. Sadly, the mullet is gone now.


These are my girls from Jones 7 from left to right: Rachel and Jo. I think we were taking a break from our dance** party to pose for a ghetto-like picture.


Last, but not least, The "Suede's Trio". All three of us are music majors, in the same choirs, and have many of the same classes. We already got to see each other everyday, so we figured, why not work together?? Leslie (left) started working at "Suede's" first, which is a restaurant that Carl Perkins opened (for those of you who don't know him, he wrote, Blue Suede Shoes which was made popular by Elvis). Fox (middle) and I went in for an interview together and got the job. Sadly, the owners of the restaurant decided to close "Suede's", but we will always have our memories there. "....I will ride the morning winds....."

There are some people that I left out, because I didn't have good pictures of them. I apologize for that. Maybe we'll get some good pics this semester!!

**I do believe that it is ok to dance, if it is done in a tasteful manner.**

"Don't you see, don't you see that the charade is over? And all the best deceptions and clever cover story awards go to you."
-Dashboard Confessional

Not in the mood to elaborate on that, just felt like quoting.

Here I am, packing again, and it seems so different. It's almost weird that I'm leaving for school. I haven't been there for so long that it seems so foreign to me, but I'm sure that when I get back, it will be like I never left. I get to move in on Saturday, which is really nice for a change. I usually do not get to move in until the day before classes (next Tuesday), but since my sister is a freshman and moving in for orientation, they figure it makes sense for us to both move in the same day.

It will be nice to get settled in and spend time with people before classes start. This school thinks I'm a freshman anyway...or at least a transfer student. Because I took a semester off, I had to fill out ANOTHER application to attend there. I did not take the application seriously, but miraculously, I GOT IN!! Yeah, I have an I.D. number at the school and a mailbox, but somehow, I wasn't a "student". My scholarships/grants were messed up as well. This has not been a fun couple of weeks trying to get everything settled.

One thing that I am really scared about is getting back into the routine of singing ALL THE TIME. I have truly been blessed to be able to sing after what seemed inevitable, but sometimes it gets so tired that I have to give it a rest. I know it will take some finess, and I hope I am up to it. I am going to have to start getting up really early, especially if I have to sing in the morning. I have found that ever since my surgeries, it takes my voice much longer to warm up than it did before. I can't just get up and sing like I used to. If I try, I will be singing bass!!

That's it for now.

The non-existant "C"

There I was, laying down on a bed you just sink into, a pillow under my knees and under my head, the lights were low, the temperature was warm but very comfortable, and there was a low humming of machines (from my relative pitch, sounding a low A(since I'm a dork, I try to figure that out when I'm bored)) that made the room very serene, in result, I fell asleep. I was having an ultrasound done on my neck, which was one of the tests I had this week at the Mayo Clinic. This test was done to see if there were anymore swollen lymph nodes, and if there were, there would be cancer left.

Well, tests concluded that the cancer is gone, and I will be declared "cured" in 5 years. I have to go back for tests every year, but that is definately the answer I was wanting.

I really want to thank all of the people who prayed for me, who have prayed with me, who have been there for me, who got me out of the house after surgery, who have called me from miles away, who have visited me both at home and in the hospital, who brought me a frappacino when the news struck me, who sent me care packages, and who have cared so much to try to keep up with everything that was happening. This has meant more to me than you could have known. I feel like I'm making an awards speech, but I feel the need to thank you, because I appreciate all of you.

Rafael Palmeiro--is he telling the truth??

Today, Palmeiro was tested positive for steroids. Just a few months prior to this, he testified to a congressional pannel saying that he could never have used steroids. Now he claims that he unintentionally took them. I guess some steroids can be found in protein supplements, so how many other times has he unintentionally taken them?? Why wouldn't you read the label very carefully before taking something like that? Maybe he is telling the truth. Why would he start/continue taking them now that they are really cracking down on them? And, if he isn't telling the truth, how come he is only suspended for 10 games? After all of this talk of steroids, shouldn't the punishment be harsher if he is indeed lying about it? I guess his punishment will be harsher, because if it comes out that he lied under oath, he has tougher times ahead of him. It would definately be a tragedy if he did end up intentionally taking them, because he just joined Hank Aaron, Willie Mays and Eddie Murray as the only players with 3,000 hits and 500 homers. I guess only time will tell.

I'm leaving, in a big silver van..

There is this huge part of me that is so excited to leave for school. I have been home since December of last year, and there is a part of me ready to go back.

-Sarah is coming with me to school this year! I am pleased to confirm this information. We are going to have a lot of fun, because WE AREN'T ROOMING TOGETHER!
-I miss my freedom. My parents are pretty protective of me, so when it comes to being out real late, they usually tell me no. While I'm at school, sometimes I am out all night; either studying at someone's apartment or a 24-hour restaurant, or just hanging out, watching movies and what not.
-I am sick of being behind in school! I am a full year behind now, because of the semester I had to take off and also because I was already behind. It's probably good that I have an extra year, because I have no idea what I am going to do when I graduate, and I am terrified of graduating (this is a whole different post). My joke is that I'll graduate and become a waitress.

There is this other part of me excited about the things happening here, so I don't want to leave.
-I don't want to miss my niece and nephew getting older. I have been around this entire time, watching them grow and being able to do more things. It's exciting to watch all of their accomplishments, and it's sad knowing that I won't be around for a lot of them.
-There are interesting changes happening at church, and I wish I could be around to see what comes of them. Whenever I come home, I feel like I don't know anyone or what's going on in church.
-There's other personal things happening in my life that I feel like will go away once I leave here, because they started here.

I know that God's plan for me right now is to be back at school, and I couldn't be more excited about it, but it is pretty hard to go far away from home. To all of you at Union, dearest Union: I cannot wait to see you all, and make up for lost time!

Rejoice with me; for I have found the check which I had lost!!

I got a pretty sizable check for singing in a funeral a few days ago, so I thought that I would put it away for tuition. I was on my way to church for a meeting, so I put the check in the coin drawer so I wouldn't lose it. I forgot all about it until the next day, when my mom asked me about it. I went out to the car to get it, and the drawer was empty. I frantically searched the car, wondering if I opened the drawer and it fell somewhere else in the car while I was driving. I had awful thoughts that it flew out the window, because I have no AC in the car, so I drive with the windows down. My mom told me to search my room, but I knew that I didn't take it into the house. I am usually a neat freak, but last week was crazy because of working and VBS, so my room was a little ramsacked, so this was a great excuse to clean my room. As I figured, it wasn't in there.

I work with the girl who gave me the check, and I really didn't want to have to ask her to void it and write me a new one (I really didn't want to be payed for singing in a funeral anyway, because it's my ministry, but that's a whole new post). Anyway, because I was so insistent that I didn't put it anywhere else, my mom went out to the car and took apart the whole coin drawer/cup holder, and it turns out, it WAS in there, but it got caught behind it. She also found other papers in there from before we even owned the car, so at least I'm not the only one who lost something in there. I think it's funny that it was in the 'coin drawer,' like the parable of the lost coin found in Luke.


In other news, my grandparents from both sides are coming up this Monday. They are all riding together, because it's only my grandma on my dad's side, and they live in close proximity to one another. I'm glad that they are all coming. My grandma has a lot of health problems, so she can't drive herself far, and doesn't like to fly so much. They are all coming from Iowa, so things will be pretty crazy next week. Also on Monday, AUSTIN IS COMING HOME!!!! He's been in New York all summer, doing mission work for Athletes In Action.

As I type this, my dad is driving me absolutely crazy. The Cubs are playing, so his heart and soul is in the game, but when he yells at the television while stomping his foot, it gets a little annoying. I think we are going to ban him from watching Cubs games, because it's probably not good for his blood pressure.
For my sister's writing project for school this year, she wrote a poem to honor my dad in his love for the Cubs:

The Bipolar Cub Fan

There was once a guy named Brian,
Who loved the Cubs so much he felt like crying.
When they would win he’d be jumping for joy, but
When they would lose, my dad would blow a fuse.

He kicks, he screams, heck he almost
Blows up the TV screen.
He would pound in his chair,
The Cubs would fight a good fight,
But would they give him a winning delight?

Sometimes you wonder why he’s even a fan,
But then they would win,
And he’ll be as happy as he can.
So what can we say about this Bipolar Cub fan,
I guess we will never fully understand. -Sarah Bloomberg

a food poem

This morning, after taking my mom to work 2 hours before I had to be there, I thought I would be productive and fix the horrible roots on my head. Here is a Hoku (a Japanese poem, 5-8-5 syllables, similar to the Haiku, 5-7-5 syllables) to commermorate the occassion.

I dyed my own hair
Looks like chocolate curly french fries
Now I am hungry

I really don't like chocolate with french fries...heck, I don't even eat fried foods normally. Emma and Liam Rudd used to tell me that my hair looks like curly french fries, so I kinda ripped that off of them.

Work was pretty sweet today. It wasn't busy, but I made pretty good money. If I get better than 20% tips, they seem to come in the same day, and this was one of those days. Keep those college funds coming! You don't have to even tip me well, but my day goes better when people I know come in to see me (at the Apple Ave Bob Evans...NOT the Sternberg one). It makes my day a lot more fun!

the music major within me...

Today I was sitting around, thinking about my area of study (music). It's interesting to me that music is something that pretty much everyone takes hold of, and I get to major in it. Everyone is interested in music in some way or another. Everyone has either a favorite band, favorite singer, favorite style....you can't get away from it. Music is a really cool form of expressing yourself; whether you wrote the piece yourself, or if you're relating with the artist in similar feelings or experiences.

It's funny how one can like so many different styles of music. I love listening to piano concertos by Mozart, and Etudes by Chopin, or the rebellion music of Beethoven (I call Beethoven the music rebel, because he always went another way when it came to "specific" form). At the same time, I love gospel music by Kirk Franklin, which is a totally different genre. I love jazz, rock, R&B, contemporary Christian...and it all helps me in expressing the type of mood I am in.

I think back to the earliest notated music, when people were just singing the monophonic Gregorian Chants. This music is really cool to sing once in a while, but it's hard, because if it does have harmonies, it's all in perfect 4th's or perfect 5th intervals, which makes the sound "hollow". This music was in the church, and the elders thought that music should be only simple, not expanding in creativity or harmonies. Martin Luther, who was known for the reformation, also loved music. He argued against monphony, saying that polyphony is a beautiful thing.
"We marvel when we hear music in which one voice sings a simple melody, while three, four, or five other voices play and trip lustily around the voice that sings its simple melody and adorn this simple melody wonderfully with artistic musical effects, thus reminding us of a heavenly dance, where all meet in a spirit of friendliness, caress and embrace". -Martin Luther

The Catholic church associated music with something mystical or allegorical. But since Luther was reforming everything anyway, he voiced his thoughts, saying that music was simply practical and was to be used for praising God and proclaiming the Word. This influenced music in the church, and helped bring us to where we are today.

That's why music is so cool to me. It can be simple, but it can be elaborative and complex, and I still love it.

Say Jambo--It means hello!

This past week was out of the ordinary for me. Jacquie and I had VBS all week, and we taught all of the kids the songs with the accompaniment of motions. It was a lot of fun, but pretty tiring for me at the same time. I had to obtain enough energy to work all day, and still have enough for the kids every night. It took a lot out of me, but I am definately glad that I did it. I am getting so many opportunities to learn how to be a leader, because I am definately not a natural-born leader. I do not like to take charge in situations; I'd rather follow. This week really helped me in my quest to become a leader of something....someday.

Of course, the title of this post has to do with one of the songs we taught the kids this week. Tomorrow, the kids are singing all of these songs at church. Two of the six songs have "leader solos," so Jacquie is doing one, and I will do the other one. It will be fun because it is cool interaction with the kids.


Quote of the week:
"Are fireworks double-sided"??--none other than my sister, Sarah.

I bid you farewell with...Nam si fu mugu kwa.--I have no idea what that means...but we taught the kids this song anyway!

Harley-Davidson theology..

The other day, I arrived at work fairly early (by 10 minutes) so that I could enjoy a nice cup of coffee, in order to be awake enough to serve other people. I noticed one of my co-workers had the same idea, except she brought her own coffee cup. It was of course a Harley-Davdison coffee cup. This girl is into everything that is Harley-Davidson. She has a bike and would probably put her life at stake for her bike. She will ride rain, shine, tidal wave, or tornado. I remember that one time she almost got fired from work, because she went to some bike festival in the south, and she was gone for a week without finding anyone to work for her. Anyway, all this to say that what was inscripted on the cup really caught my eye and had my thoughts for the rest of the day. It read:

"It's not the destination, it's the journey".

Now, this could be read in many different contexts. If you are talking about an actual trip, I would agree with this. Sometimes I am more excited to go on a trip (depending on who it's with), because I know that the ride there will be fun and exciting, making it better than the actual place we are going.

I was thinking about this in Biblical terms, which is why I couldn't get it out of my mind all day. Our destination is heaven, if we choose to go through the journey of putting Christ first in our lives, and believing what he did for us and what he has yet to do. Now, this makes our journey difficult, because we are not supposed to be of the world. This quote is not accurate if we are talking about our Christian walk. When we make the decision to follow Christ, our journey has started. What we do with our journey is important. If we have had the knowledge but have done nothing with it, we are without fruit. If we do not use our gifts to glorify God, we are not doing our job right. The journey is so important in this aspect, because this is what we do with our belief that God exists, and Christ did die for us and rose up from the grave.

But...the desination is just as important. If we go through the journey of life without receiving Christ, our destination is hell...for eternity. Life down here is only for a short time, but eternity is forever. Forever is a thing that I cannot fathom. Forever is never-ending, and that is our destination; heaven or hell, whichever route we choose. If we do accept Christ, and go through the journey of life trying to put Him first in all that we do, bearing the world's critisism of our belief, then our journey was definately difficult, but the destination is so much better. The quote in this context should be revised as this:

"Our destination is proof of our journey".

Maybe I need some food for my incoherent thoughts...

The beginning of this year brought a lot of changes in my life; some I have had to learn to cope with, and other changes I happily welcomed. It's amazing what can happen in such a short amount of time, and what can be learned from it.

My life has been altered in a way I could never have imagined, because things like this always happen to other people, and out of my realm of acquaintance. I have been taught my entire life that God brings trials to us because in His will, good can come out of what may at first seem bad. I have been taught that He would never give us more than we can endure, and that He would be with us along the way, guiding, helping, and protecting us as only a Father can do. James talks about how trials bring about the testing of our faith which developes perseverance. I have been taught all of this, and still, it seems like nothing prepared me for what came about this year.

Outwardly, I took the news of my diagnosis well, trying hard to be as strong as I could for my family. I did not want to question God's will. I knew that something would eventually be fulfilled through my trial, that could only be fulfilled by me going through this ordeal. Inwardly, I was a wreck. I knew all of these things, and yet, I was as scared as I could be. All along, I knew that God would protect me and be right alongside of me through this, but I still didn't know how to handle it. I did what I used to do best: bottled everything up inside.

I struggled earlier in my life with my identity and purpose, so it was hard for me to be myself. I kept all of my feelings inside of me, because I thought I was so much different than everyone else. I had some people along my way that helped me realize that it's ok to be myself, and I am more like others than I had thought (this is a whole different post though). I became comfortable with showing emotion, but this was different for me. I was almost afraid to be sad, because for some reason, I thought that it would show weakness, and that it would show that I didn't trust God, and his purpose for my life. When God created us, he didn't make us to be robots. He gave us emotion, so that we would use it. Emotion can be wonderful. When we praise God for who He is and what He's done, emotion is used. When a woman becomes a mother for the first time, emotion is used. When someone finds out that they have cancer....it is OK to show emotion. It is ok to be sad and worried, and it's not lack of faith to have these feelings. It took me a while to see all of this, but I'm glad that God showed me in a way that best pertains to me. We serve an amazing God. He knows the best way to get through each and every one of us, and I'm glad He got through to me.

I don't really know what this post was set out to be. I don't know if it makes sense to anyone but me, but maybe someone else (if there's anyone who's made it this far) needed to hear whatever point I have made in this.

Dynamite strikes again..

While I was watching my brother's church softball game, something caught my attention that proved very interesting. A member of the opposing team was sporting his team's tee-shirt. The name on the back of the shirt read, "Sanchez". I thought nothing of it, until he got up to bat. All of the sudden, his teammates starting cheering, "go Pedro"!!! PEDRO SANCHEZ?!?!?! WAS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE. No brag, just fact. This softball player shares the name of the famous Pedro that was voted for on Napoleon Dynamite. I wanted to get a picture with him and post it on here, but for once, I didn't have my camera on me. Maybe they'll play each other again..and I will be much more prepared.

In other news, I am house sitting this week for a family from my church. I am watching their dogs for them for the week. I think that it will be very relaxing for me, and it will be nice to have my own space for the week.

EXTRA! EXTRA! THE BATS STRIKE AGAIN!!
I was attempting to sleep last night, and all of the sudden, I heard something hit the wall right by my head. I immediately jumped out of bed and hit the lights. There was ANOTHER bat!!! It was flying around in circles around the room. I ran down the hallway and slammed all of the other doors to limit the bat's travel. I ran downstairs to get help from Sarah, and when we returned upstairs, WE COULD'T FIND THE BAT!! We looked everywhere, and then finally gave up, and slept on the couches downstairs. It still lurks in the house somewhere, but thankfully, I'm housesitting!!

the little princess

This is the newest addition to my family: Gabriella Noelle Bloomberg.

questioned integrity...

Today, I was sitting at Barnes & Noble (one of my favorite places), basking in the comfort of good coffee and great friends. We were there to do a Bible study, and we had some interesting conversation today.

We were talking about Rehab, the prostitute in the Bible who helped save two Israelites by hiding them. She lied about there destination, which spared their lives, in turn, a promise that her life would be spared as the Jericho Walls would eventually come a'tumbling town. The question was: Is lying ok in some situations? In this instance, her lie saved both her own life and the lives of two Israelites. But would it be better to have faith and tell their destination, or have faith that good would come out of her lie? A tough question, with no answer from me. She is mentioned in other parts of the Bible because of her faith, so obviously, she obtained faith. But how can faith come out of a lie, which is sin, when God hates sin???? Is life more important than upholding God's standards for us?

On a lighter note, Jacquie and I are helping out with Vacation Bible School (VBS) this year, by leading the children's choir. I am grateful that my work schedule will not interfere with this, because volunteering is very important to me. Being able to use something I love to get involved in children's lives is so wonderful. I think it will be a time of getting out of my comfort zone, because I am pretty shy, but it will be another way for me to grow.

Back so soon....

Thursday night, we all went back to the birthing center, because my sister-in-law (Jessica) was having contractions, and her blood pressure was quite high. She was not due until July 6th, but she successfully had Gabriella Noelle Bloomberg on June 17, at 5:03 AM. She is just breath-takingly beautiful..along with my nephew. We were worried about Jessica, because a C-section was very possible, but God helped her through it, and she did great! Gabriella weighed in at 6 lbs, 13 oz. Just think if it would have been 3 more weeks...she would've been much bigger!!

It is quite weird to think that I am an aunt of two. Johnathon (J.R.) and Gabriella (Ella) are just 26 days apart, so it all happened really fast. All of our lives have changed with the arrival of these two. This is definately the best gift I have ever received...a nephew and a niece! I will have pictures soon of both..hopefully together!

Bloomberg...OUT!

3rd Wheels...

I have been doing a lot of thinking lately about relationships. Relationships are surrounding me! I have two older siblings who are both married, a younger sibling who is dating someone, and most of my friends are dating, if not already married. It's hard sometimes, because when I want to hang out with some of my friends, sometimes I end up being the only one there without a significant other.

Today, while I was at Barnes and Noble, Jacquie and I were talking about being the 3rd wheel sometimes. She told me that when she hangs out with my sister Sarah and I, she technically is the 3rd wheel, but she does not feel like it. I realized that when I hang out with Jacquie and her boyfriend Jeremy, I do not feel like the 3rd wheel at all! I am apart of conversation, and we are just all hanging out and having a good time. They have no idea what that means to me. Of course we all have one thing in common: Jacquie, Jeremy, and I are the only active members of the UnCool Club (UCC). We EVEN have UCC sweatshirts!!!

Thanks Jacquie and Jeremy, for being the kind of couple I can hang out with!!

CrAzInEsS....

I thought that it would be beneficial to make a list of all of the crazy things I have done in my life. This probably won't take long for you to read, as I have been known as a "goody-goody" my entire life.


I have...

-Rolled (TP'd) a house
-Tipped a cow
-Climbed up a billboard
-Sat on top of the restaurant, Perkins (in Jackson, Tn.)
-Played football in a thunderstorm (accompanied with big mud puttles)
-Drove a car with only one working headlight
-Drove a car with no working breaks
-Gotten pulled over (2 times+...)
-Turned my hair orange
-Snuck out of the house
-Broken curfew (at school and at home)
-Cheated on a test (in middle school)
-Hung out with the wrong crowd
-Ran from the police (when I wasn't old enough to be outside late and the officers enforced curfew..are they still doing that??)
-Sung Karaoke
-Slid into 3rd base in shorts, and NO sliding shorts..ouch!
-Fallen asleep while tanning
-Swam in Lake Michigan in March!
-Consumed "Rum Ice Cream" in Germany..since it was written in German, I DIDN'T KNOW IT HAD ALCOHOL!! EVEN THE KIDS EAT THAT STUFF THERE!
-Played hookey
-Slept through a very important test (in college)
-Missed a rehearsal (in college)
-Almost missed my sister's wedding
-Played poker while waiting for my nephew to be born--in the hospital!
-Gone to class without brushing my teeth..hey, I did have a piece of gum though..
-Worn a costume to a party that wasn't a costume party..
-Gone to a frat party (don't worry, they are so much different at a Christian school)
-Rode to my dorm with a guy I didn't even know (now we're really good friends)
-Walked alone at night in a vacant parking lot
-Worn an offensive color of lipstick
-Forgotten words of a song in an exam
-Made up words of a song in German in an exam..totally fooled them too!
-Skipped a voice lesson because I wasn't prepared


That's all I can think of. Maybe I'm not a "goody-goody" afterall, but I have learned something valuable from everything on this list. Feel free to post your lists here, by leaving comments. If I can think of anything more, I will edit this post.

Batgirl...

I HATE BATS!!

My dad was asleep in his chair when I walked in the house. All of the sudden, I noticed a bat flying around my living room. I frantically slammed all of the doors that lead to other places in the house, so I could limit where the bat could go. I started screaming like a girl, and woke my dad up. MY DAD RAN AWAY! He hid in the bathroom for some time, until I made him come back out and help me. Who wears the pants in this family?? Anyway, we tried for a very long time to get him outside, but the dumb thing just kept flying in circles, and then disappearing behind curtains, bookshelves, etc. We weren't sure if he flew out and we just missed it, or if he was hiding. Well, we couldn't find him, and I finally gave up at 2:45am this morning trying. I went upstairs and finally went to bed.






While I was cleaning today, the bat appeared again. He was flying around, and quite close to me, as if he knew how annoyed I was. He has disappeared once again. I am ready for him. I have my broom and my running shoes on for when he shows his face again. So now, I just wait....

Ok boys...here it is..

Supposedly, these are the keys to my heart. I know this is the post you all have been waiting for...lol.

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.

You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.

Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.

In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?