In the middle of intense cleaning..
And I’m having a creative block. Help =/
@12 hours agoAlaia Lacerna, 19, SF
Dive into this extravagant adventure that allows you to enter the mysterious works of my mind. In other words, welcome to my life :)
-Patrick(fuckyeahslowjams)Ray J | One Wish
And I can’t lie, I’m missin’ you..
Just because I was looking through some old favorites on my Youtube channel, haha. Enjoy :)
Everytime I hear this song, I think of you. I miss you Jermy and your jokes. Hope all is well up there, keep it G.
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I’m so glad that I blogged with detail, because when I re-read those blog entries, I actually remember the day, who I was with and what the hell I was actually doing. Damn, I’d do anything to relive those years in High School again. Those 4 years were fucking amazing.
@3 days ago with 3 notesHappy Birthday LAYUH! Godbless.
HAHAHHA omg going through my blog and found this. So old!
Sometimes there are times where you wish things would just happen, just flow, just all come naturally. But then, of course that’ll never happen. There is always something else that has to come between that. That something else that brings more baggage than necessary. And you gotta deal with that the flow of things, the interruption, and the baggage that the interruption brings.
You see, the flow of things are ideal pictures that begin to evolve in our minds, our creative mindset, the artistic point of view. WIth this flow, we begin to create patterns and paths that we hopefully begin to follow and execute.
Then cue the interruptions. Ahhh, the interruptions. The stupid problematic situations that allow us to stretch the absolute truth of what the actual flow of things are, into a complicated and dysfunctional unit that we begin to be completely unaware of. Interruptions such as false accusations, incorrect information, and disorientated passageways of advice.
Soon enough, right when we reach our breaking point, breaking point of no absolute return, we are hit with yet another wave of mishap. The issue of the baggage. Of course, along with interruptions come the why, what, when, where, how, who, and why not? Questions and statements we cannot simply answer due to the fact of an judgmental atmosphere that was once comfortable brings shivers down spines, even of the innocent. This baggage begins to take a toll on those who refuse and don’t believe it, for the power of this baggage not only affects with direct contact, but begins to fill the surroundings, like a invisible fuse that has slowly started to leak within the lungs of the old, young, and the reckless.
Alas, this all must come to an end. An end of a never ending cycles that has seemed to be accepted by society. This fact that has been taken in and understood. The amount of frustration, energy, and effort it takes, for it all to happen. Over and over again.
And with that begin said, my best thoughts come at 4 in the morning, good night.
@1 day ago with 1 note
When things in your life seem, almost too much to handle,
When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,
Remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class
and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly,
He picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar
And proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students, if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured
them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively
filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
‘Now,’ said the professor, as the laughter subsided,
‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things - family,
children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions –
Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, Your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.
The sand is everything else —The small stuff.
‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ He continued,
there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff,
You will never have room for the things that are important to you.
So…
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play With your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.
‘Take care of the golf balls first —
The things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled
‘I’m glad you asked’.
It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,
There’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.’
♥
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This is the layuh I know. haha.
HAHAHHAHAHAH omggg Eli, that photoshoot was awesome. Don’t even lie.