Summer Lovin'

I've always loved lady bugs, they're so mysterious. Lady bugs have a mystical aura of luck to me, everytime I see one I just know something good is going to happen. My best memory of lady bugs was when I was at the University in my dorm. For an entire month I kept finding lady bugs on my walls, floor, books, and I never knew how they got in because my window was sealed shut (security reasons I suppose). Well, the love of my life was studying with me and a lady bug was quietly resting on his shoulder and that night he told me he loved me. I'm not very superstitious or anything, I just like reverting back to a child-like mode of thinking when you could pick the petals from flowers to determine fate and blow weeds to guide destiny.

Africa, Ghana

Wild Boars in Mole National Park, Ghana

Elephants in Mole National Park, Ghana

Ghana
Pictures from my trip to Ghana in 2008, where I and 12 others traveled from the south of Cape Coast to Accra up to the North of Kumasi then up to Bolgatanga to follow the path of the enslaved Africans. We also went to help establish a library  and computer stations with the students at the Sandema Sec. Tech school. I've been  feeling very nostaligic lately so I went through many of my pictures from my trip.

Life as of late
I haven't posted much in the blog lately because I've been enjoying a very relaxing summer full of adventure. I'm also getting myself mentally prepared for graduate school and the academic load that will bring. I'll be looking for a job near campus that will be able to accomodate my class schedule these next few weeks. That aspect of my life has be nothing beyond tedious, frustrating, and non-productive... but!... I will persist and I know that something will come up soon.

New project: Writing a Children's book

 Progress on the book is going well, I've already established a name and the entire concept of the story line. It's been a fun hobby to have this summer, I'm staying in touch with my inner-child by using my "overactive immagination". Instead of devouring books by the dozens, I'm taking my time writing one instead. Although, I do have my sights on buying Island by Aldoux Huxley before summer's end.

"...Once the figure was standing directly above the Prince, it engulfed him in black mist and quickly disappeared deep into the Benali jungle."

"Prince Sayid was unconscious for two days before he awoke disoriented with a throbbing headache..."

"...The Prince tried to gain a sense of where he was but he didn’t know where he was or how he got to this strange place. He rose from the bed and walked around the room searching for something that appeared familiar..."

 

Stones

"Let him who is without sin cast the first stone"John 8:7

El Salvador

Las Montanas del Papaturro
(Un pueblo pequito cerca de Suchitoto)
El Salvador

La Playa de La Liberdad
 El Salvador

A beauty unsurpassed.

"The beach was la playa mejor en todo del mundo (the best beach in all the world), la agua fue muy pura y con el calor del sol muy tranquila. It was love at first sight the moment the plane flew over the ocean; I knew that I had to touch it's beauty. Before venturing to the beach, a woman by the name of Rosa spoke to my group and me about the history of El Salvador prior to the conquisadores who came to conqure and develop. They stripped the people of their culture, religion, and pride. Many of the religious temples were destroyed and the lands, along with the women, were raped."

Papaturro.

"Papaturro is a wonderful campo near Suchitoto, many people here are very close with the land and cultivate it while maintaining livestock such as oxen, chickens, cows, turkeys, and goats....
Lastnight a man told his story of how when he was 12 he decided to become a guerrilla solider in the war and at the age of 21 he lost all of his sight from a bomb explosion. While he was rehabilitating in Cuba, he learned how to play the guitar. That night, he played many songs that were inspired from war, peace, and solidarity."

These are excepts from a journal that I kept during my trip to El Salvador in 2008, It was very difficult to write in English when my brain was constantly trying to think in Spanish but I love how sometimes Spanish words convey more than their English translations.
I miss the people, food, culture, and beautiful sights.
"...fue un viaje lleno del oro: it was a trip full of gold."

Angles and Perspective

Yucca plant

Children's Book
I've started the concept for a children's book about a young irresponsible prince. I may post a few snippets later once I start to flesh out the details. I've been struggling with finding the motivation to sit down and type up my ideas. I have no interest in publishing it, as of yet. However since I do have many ideas about themes and the narrative I might as well write it and save it for later.

Mental Rant
Currently, I'm having a difficult time keeping my attention focused on anything productive for more than mere seconds because of a conflict he and I had on Sunday. I feel very disrespected by a few things that he has done lately but it seems as if communicating with him is nearly impossible. So, after an infantile attempt at discussing it, we reverted right back to our passive-aggressive tendencies. Now, I'm annoyed because he knows exactly how to press my buttons. He doesn't call to cancel plans that we have together, instead he stands me up. Which, I believe is an immature attempt to intentionally piss me off under a false pretense with the excuse "you wouldn't want to have lunch with me anyways". After being in this relationship for over 3 years, we have our happy moments and then we step into an argument and it fosters so many doubts in my mind about whether we should go on like this. Our arguments are never productive, they're about as stable as nitro.  He's giving me the silent treatment and I just want to respond to it  by calling everything off. I guess we'll see how this turns out.

...In the end everything in life (including arguments) is about perspective and different angles isn't it?
To leave on a happier note, you may want to check out the Passive Aggressive Notes blog if you want to tickle your funny bone.

Update 7/1/2009
He and I finally talked. I swallowed my pride and called him 5 times while he was in the bathroom (I didn't know). We had a seemingly timid, but effective, conversation and then went to bed knowing that we need to work on our communication skills in the future.

Thorns

Arboretum at Regis University

These pictures were apart of a series for an art class that I took. These particular ones didn't make it to the final project but I still think that they should receive honorable mentions.

Speaking of thorns, I seem to have a perpetual one in my mood lately. I believe that it's due to the fact that I haven't been working at all for the past couple of months, all I've done with my time is clean and organize all while wasting away in the abyss of scholarship search engines. Currently, I'm looking for any freelance marketing projects to sink my teeth into. That way I could put aside some cash for grad school and get more valuable experience in the marketing field. I'm definitely not the type that likes to sit around doing nothing all day, although I know that I shouldn't take for granted my opportunity to use this time to relax. I know I should be grateful because I haven't had a "summer break" since I was 10 years old (I've worked every year since) yet, I still feel as if I'm mentally and physically fatigued because of a lack of stimulation and exercise. I guess that's why I've been so dedicated to my nightly interval training work-outs, it helps take away most of the guilt and pumps me full of endorphins.

A few ways I've been productively occupying my time:

• Cleaning the entire house until the dust bunnies are waving white flags and retreating
• Working out 3-4 times a week
• Spending more time with my family/friends
• Learning how to live on a very frugal budget
• Learning how to cook healthy meals (which if I do say so myself, I've been very successful)
• Reading more
• Started writing a little bit of prose again
• Searching for scholarships/grants

The reunion

Pt. 2

Her smile is taunting as she meets his gaze with guilty eyes and pouty lips. He dreads meeting those eyes, once he does he knows it's inevitable that he's going to sacrifice obtaining the truth in exchange for the taste of her peach stained lips one last time. As he starts to think about how this makes him feel that he still doesn't have the courage to deny his carnal temptations she interrupts with a question.

 "Where did you go?", she asked. He hesitated, slowly looking her in the eye before replying, "I needed to take a walk and find myself in silence". He knew he was a simply a pawn in her game of manipulation, and she knew many of her transgressions against him were unveiled but they both needed each other for one last task. "Do you want a beer? They're so cold you'll need gloves to hold it." she offered with a southern drawl. "Why do I need a beer when your frigid heart already gives me frostbite?", he said knowing that the future retaliation may be far worse than any sly comeback he could generate.

...In a moment of desolation without thought he asked, "let's save the petty insults for another play date. Where are you keeping my wife?"