Camera Less

I haven't really been posting. Although things have been happening, I honestly don't feel compelled to write/post anything because I don't have anymore pictures to go with my postings. I guess I'm the type of person who enjoys visual aids. haha... that's lame, and geeky, but so damn true.

Anyway, if you want to know, this is how my camera broke: I went kayaking one day with Aldrin. I got water on it, even though it was packed nicely into two ziplocks--NOT ONE... it was just frustrating taking pictures with the baggie on, and decided to snap a few shots without the baggies. I guess water got into it somehow, or the heat from it being inside the ziplocks caused it to act funky. Basically, it just went to shit after having it for about a year and half. I have the worse luck with cameras, despite having some talent in taking photos.

Fortunately, I do have pictures, and I believe my memory card is still in good condition. Unfortunately, I can't load them up via my laptop. My laptop doesn't have a Pro Duo port. fml....fml..........fml.


Since we're on the topic of events happening, I'm going to vegas soon.
And that should be fun, but crappy at the same time because I don't have a camera!!!

I'm done venting.
RAE!

My New Found Love Interest

KEY:

RED - RAE
BLUE - SPRITE


ENJOY, RAE!

Wild Things

Sadly, I won't be able to see this on the day of its premiere.
AND, rarely do I ever want to really make those types of functions.



But hopefully I get to see it that weekend!

<33, RAE!

Nuts They Go So Ballistic -- Whoa...

Yo, Lebron. Im really happy for you and Ima let you finish, but Kobe is one of the greatest of all time.


<33, RAE!

Lacking Smiles

She says, "I don't think I remember the last time you've smiled."

What she forgets to say is "Why?"

I’ve learned to grow up even more with the mounting pressure of the recession. I think one of my biggest lessons learned, thus far, is that complaining really gets you nowhere. So why do people huff and puff? I feel that expressing what is me is necessary, but what is equally important is doing something to resolve the situation. Continuing to complain doesn’t make the situation any better; the issue will still be an issue with or without the heavy emotions. Action is the key.

I told my mother about trying out for the dance auditions. Keep in mind, I’ve only become a dancer until my mom forced me into it during the 6^th grade. Taking lessons wasn’t my idea at all, and without her excessive pushing and forcing, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with the art. As talented as I am, I honestly have to attribute my mother as a large part of my dancing career. I thought she would have been proud to know I auditioned. I thought…

I call my house, and she’s not home. I leave a message saying she needs to call me, for the sake of catching up with my mom. I end it with a smile and hang up. My mom calls back, and when I begin to tell her the news, it goes something like, “I just wanted to talk to you. I auditioned for Tokyo Disneyland…”

She says, “hmm… okay. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I wanted to let you know how it went.”

“Well. Did you make it?”

“No, but—“

“So you skipped on work and school, for that? And you didn’t even make it? Had I known, I would’ve told you not to do it.”

The tears ached through my sockets. I didn’t want to taste the bitterness. I let her continue, totally in shock of what I was hearing. But also, not sure if I should continue to be in shock—especially since it isn’t the first time something like this has happened. I’m not really sure what to think of my mother. She complains that I don’t reach out to her, but should I feel guilty for not trying to when she treats me as such? If it were any other person there would be no hesitation, a case closed, the relationship would be severed. So I guess I’m conflicted, and my actions are showing through. Unfortunately, some people just don’t get it. Should I really try to educate others, when I totally feel like my place in this world isn’t meant to teach every dumb idiot out there, only to feel like I’m still misunderstood?

Unnecessary drama if you ask me.

I run after my dreams; I shoot for my aspirations; I can only go one way, and that is up because I’ve been encouraged to believe in forces that equally believe in me. And my mother, the God who had created me from scratch was limiting her own skin and blood, furthermore, not giving a care or slightest notion of care, for what her kin might be feeling.

Who smiles after all that?