My most played tracks in high school:
Disclaimer: Some of the videos are kinda whack.
Solange Knowles: Feelin You
Yellowcard: Something of Value
Kelly Rowland and Nelly: Dilemma
Ashanti: Foolish
Ashanti: Baby
HOVA and Beyonce: Bonnie and Clyde
Beyonce: Naughty Girl
Aaliyah: Try Again
Aaliyah: Are You That Somebody
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The Heart
7 Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD
And whose trust is the LORD.
8 For he will be like a tree planted by the water,
That extends its roots by a stream
And will not fear when the heat comes;
But its leaves will be green,
And it will not be anxious in a year of drought
Nor cease to yield fruit.
9 The heart is more deceitful than all else
And is desperately sick;
Who can understand it?
10 I, the LORD, search the heart,
I test the mind,
Even to give to each man according to his ways,
According to the results of his deeds.
11 As a partridge that hatches eggs which it has not laid,
So is he who makes a fortune, but unjustly;
In the midst of his days it will forsake him,
And in the end he will be a fool.”
12 A glorious throne on high from the beginning
Is the place of our sanctuary.
13 O LORD, the hope of Israel,
All who forsake You will be put to shame.
Those who turn away on earth will be written down,
Because they have forsaken the fountain of living water,
even the LORD.
14 Heal me, O LORD, and I will be healed;
Save me and I will be saved,
For You are my praise.
And whose trust is the LORD.
8 For he will be like a tree planted by the water,
That extends its roots by a stream
And will not fear when the heat comes;
But its leaves will be green,
And it will not be anxious in a year of drought
Nor cease to yield fruit.
9 The heart is more deceitful than all else
And is desperately sick;
Who can understand it?
10 I, the LORD, search the heart,
I test the mind,
Even to give to each man according to his ways,
According to the results of his deeds.
11 As a partridge that hatches eggs which it has not laid,
So is he who makes a fortune, but unjustly;
In the midst of his days it will forsake him,
And in the end he will be a fool.”
12 A glorious throne on high from the beginning
Is the place of our sanctuary.
13 O LORD, the hope of Israel,
All who forsake You will be put to shame.
Those who turn away on earth will be written down,
Because they have forsaken the fountain of living water,
even the LORD.
14 Heal me, O LORD, and I will be healed;
Save me and I will be saved,
For You are my praise.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
i get a text message from my dad saying:
"now i see. you did think about italy for a while.
on second page of google image there you are. type in sarah kim.
and you'll see. i saw it last night."
i was confused. so whatever. i did what he said.
there i was. 4th row down.
my friend chris, formerly from 3sixteen, interviewed me for his blog.
but ive seen it before. i mean i wrote out all the questions he asked me.
but then i read them over. and i Freaked out.
CRAZY.
and anyway. whats my dad doing google searching me?
so for the 2 people (MAYYBE 2, im being a little generous,
its probably only like, 1 person, who happens to be me, right after i post it HA) that read this.
im moving to ITALY in november.
or trying to at least. yea. we'll see.
so into this song right now.
on second page of google image there you are. type in sarah kim.
and you'll see. i saw it last night."
i was confused. so whatever. i did what he said.
there i was. 4th row down.
my friend chris, formerly from 3sixteen, interviewed me for his blog.
but ive seen it before. i mean i wrote out all the questions he asked me.
but then i read them over. and i Freaked out.
CRAZY.
and anyway. whats my dad doing google searching me?
so for the 2 people (MAYYBE 2, im being a little generous,
its probably only like, 1 person, who happens to be me, right after i post it HA) that read this.
im moving to ITALY in november.
or trying to at least. yea. we'll see.
so into this song right now.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
A Thank-You Note to Men
By Mary-Louise Parker
To you, whom it may concern:
Manly creature, who smells good even when you don't, you wake up too slowly, with fuzzy, vertical hair and a slightly lost look on your face as though you are seven or seventy-five; you can fix my front door, my sink, and open most jars; you, who lose a cuff link and have to settle for a safety pin, you have promised to slay unfortunate interlopers and dragons with your Phillips head or Montblanc; to you, because you will notice a woman with a healthy chunk of years or pounds on her and let out a wolf whistle under your breath and mean it; because you think either rug will be fine, really it will; you seem to walk down the street a little taller than me, a little more aware but with a purpose still; to you who codifies, conjugates, slams a puck, baits a hook, builds a decent cabinet or the perfect sandwich; you who gives a twenty to the kids selling Hershey's bars and waits at baggage claim for three hours in your flannel shirt; you, sir, you take my order, my pulse, my bullshit; you who soaps me in the shower, soaks with me in the tub; to you, boy grown-up, the gentleman, soldier, professor, or caveman, the fancy man with initials on your towels and salt on your chocolates, to you and to that guy at the concession stand; thank you for the tour of the vineyard, the fire station, the sound booth, thank you for the kaleidoscope, the Horsehead Nebula, the painting, the truth; to you who carries me across the parking lot, up the stairs, to the ER, to roll-away or rice mat; to you who shows up every so often only to confuse and torment, and you who stays in orbit, always, to my left and steady, you stood up for me, I won't forget that; to you, the one who can't figure it out and never will, and you who lost the remote, the dog, or your way altogether; to you, wizard, you sang in my ear and brought me back from the dead, you tell me things, make me shiver; to the ones who destroyed me, even if for a minute, and to the ones who grew me, consumed me, gave me my heart back times ten; to most everything that deserves to call itself a man: How I do love thee, with your skill to light fires that keep me warm, light me up.
from Kaity Velez, via Esquire.com
To you, whom it may concern:
Manly creature, who smells good even when you don't, you wake up too slowly, with fuzzy, vertical hair and a slightly lost look on your face as though you are seven or seventy-five; you can fix my front door, my sink, and open most jars; you, who lose a cuff link and have to settle for a safety pin, you have promised to slay unfortunate interlopers and dragons with your Phillips head or Montblanc; to you, because you will notice a woman with a healthy chunk of years or pounds on her and let out a wolf whistle under your breath and mean it; because you think either rug will be fine, really it will; you seem to walk down the street a little taller than me, a little more aware but with a purpose still; to you who codifies, conjugates, slams a puck, baits a hook, builds a decent cabinet or the perfect sandwich; you who gives a twenty to the kids selling Hershey's bars and waits at baggage claim for three hours in your flannel shirt; you, sir, you take my order, my pulse, my bullshit; you who soaps me in the shower, soaks with me in the tub; to you, boy grown-up, the gentleman, soldier, professor, or caveman, the fancy man with initials on your towels and salt on your chocolates, to you and to that guy at the concession stand; thank you for the tour of the vineyard, the fire station, the sound booth, thank you for the kaleidoscope, the Horsehead Nebula, the painting, the truth; to you who carries me across the parking lot, up the stairs, to the ER, to roll-away or rice mat; to you who shows up every so often only to confuse and torment, and you who stays in orbit, always, to my left and steady, you stood up for me, I won't forget that; to you, the one who can't figure it out and never will, and you who lost the remote, the dog, or your way altogether; to you, wizard, you sang in my ear and brought me back from the dead, you tell me things, make me shiver; to the ones who destroyed me, even if for a minute, and to the ones who grew me, consumed me, gave me my heart back times ten; to most everything that deserves to call itself a man: How I do love thee, with your skill to light fires that keep me warm, light me up.
from Kaity Velez, via Esquire.com
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
The SSW
The Sarah Special Wrap from Broadway Cafe
(it's not official yet, but it should be)
Sprouts
Jalapenos
Cucumbers
Lettuce
Peppers
Avocado
Turkey
& Mustard
on a Whole wheat wrap
(it's not official yet, but it should be)
Sprouts
Jalapenos
Cucumbers
Lettuce
Peppers
Avocado
Turkey
& Mustard
on a Whole wheat wrap
Monday, March 15, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
SSDD
Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Off just turn the effing thing off. Wake up. A little bit too well rested. Don’t look. Just look. You know you’re late. Look. Late. Shower. Blow dry. Coffee. No coffee, you’re gonna be even later. But I need my coffee. If you don’t drink it here you’re gonna buy it and remember that budget. But you’re gonna be late. Blow dry. These bangs are killing me. I look like a freaking five year old. Clothes. Change. Change again. Make up. Coffee. Keys. Perfume. Wrist. Neck. Phone. Lights. Change again. Skirt. Pants. Ughh. Skirt. Go. Just leave. You’re late.
Sleepyhead -Passion Pit
Sleepyhead -Passion Pit
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Papa Kim
dad: i went to the dentist today
me: oh yea? how was it?
dad: i feel like i got layers off me
dad: i was there for like 3 hours
dad: and it was just a cleaning
wow... . .. . . . .
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
TRUTH
1 Corinthians 8:4-6
4... there is no God but one. 5 For even if there are so-called gods whether in heaven or on earth, as indeed there are many gods and many lords, 6 yet for us there is but one God, the Father, from whom are all things, and we exist for Him, and one Lord, Jesus Christ, by whom are all things, and we exist through Him.
1 Corinthians 9:24-27
24 Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may win. 25 Everyone who competes in the games exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. 26 Therefore I run in such a way, as not without aim; I box in such a way, as not beating the air; 27 but I discipline my body and make it my slave, so that, after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
words to CLING to
1 Corinthians 1:8-9, 25
8 He will keep you strong to the end, so that you will be blameless on the day of our Lord Jesus Christ. 9 God, who has called you into fellowship with his Son Jesus Christ our Lord, is faithful. For the foolishness of God is wiser than man's wisdom and the weakness of God is stronger than man's strength.God, who has called you into fellowship with his Son Jesus Christ our Lord, is faithful.
God, who has called you into fellowship with his Son Jesus Christ our Lord, is faithful.
God is faithful.
God is faithful.
You are faithful.
Remember Sarah.
Always remember.
Remember.
Drowning in a deep deep flood of love and faithfulness from You Lord.
It feels good to be back.
Mmmmmmmmmmm :)
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