Something new to play with…

Something new to play with…, originally uploaded by kalena.leong.

Feeling much better since Wednesday and I have since set up a new
feature with this here blog space–Flickr posting. So this is my
first attempt at posting a photo blog via email O_O. Nifty keen, I
know, I know. We’ll see how this works down the line…

Ugh.

I am not feeling great. Short of dealing with binding my reference manual for Page Composition and a very brief trip in to school today, I have slept all day. Apparently, whilst I was the middle of an email, I fell alseep on my bed… on my laptop.

This semester has been a crazy balancing act with my class schedule and, as it winds down to the last few weeks, I seem to be losing that battle. I will never again do four lab classes at once over 4 days of the week. Travel time alone cuts in to my ability to get my projects done. Forget about sleep. I mean, I understand that sleep is a precious commodity in college, but my health is finally saying, “you know what? Forget you!”

Blargh. I should probably go get some water in me.

Ooooh! New Phone

Whee! Mom & I just got new phones yesterday because I broke the mic on my falling-apart-just-been-hanging-on-for dear-life Samsung that lasted over four years with me and the video connection on her Samsung went out last week. Poor things had chunks of plastic missing and all. Here we go with a 2 year contract all over again.

Our new phones are Motorolas and feel pretty sturdy overall. Which I love. (The Samsung felt like a glorified Happy Meal toy.) The sound is clear and other’s say the same of me so far. I’m hoping it stays that way, as others had static problems when talking to me on the ex-phone. The user interface is a bit less efficient than on the Samsung. Scrolling through the menus takes so many more clicks than when numbers were also assigned to menu choices for selection. Also, in order to efficiently use the phonebook and group multiple numbers to one name, all my numbers will need to be copied to the phone’s memory–one at a time. If that weren’t enough, the copied info will appear as a double entry unless I DELETE THE ORIGINALS FROM THE SIM CARD. What kind of backwards thinking is that? I either have a WAY bloated phonebook that makes searching for a number a chore, or I lose all my info should anything happen to the phone. That is so tradgedies.

I could also live without the bells and whistles in current phone models, like the camera–when I already have a point and shoot and an SLR–or MP3 player–when I already own an iPod–but I can’t deny that I love new electronics & tech toys. So, yes, I picked up a micro SD card as well as the W490 and loaded up on my own music and wallpapers. I love that I can incorporate my own photography & designs into my stuff. Not to mention weird recordings, which make totally awesome ringtones for weird and/or normal friends. Me being the picky but cheap type, I also wish I had a phone with better typography but realize I still have to pay for school… and that not many care about things like that besides me.

So I’m still wading through the OS and figuring out the most efficient way to use my new toy–a little regretful that I got black while mom got the awesome bright purple–but purty happy all the same

Nerdfighting Photography

Nerdfighting photographers are the most made-of-awesome kind out there, folks. Just saying. That said, I’m entering the Nerdfighter’s Photo Contest for the month of March. The theme this month is “animals” and above is the photograph I’ll be submitting. Our entries should be going up around the 15th of the month, so be a peach–drop by, comment and vote for your favorites. We’ll totally love you for it

Did I leave footprints?

So many have left their mark on me.

I’ve been painted over with scars and laugh-lines since the day I was born. Each person I’ve encountered gave me a litte more reference to my surroundings and my place in this world. Every word I’ve read or had spoken to me gave an impact, leaving pock marks on a young, inexperienced brain. Each footfall was secretly recorded while I bent and swept up dusty footprints left behind by those who walked in and out of my life.

When I sit to sift through the dust, sand and pebbles, I’m sure that you don’t realize that you’ve been added to my private beach of memories.

But you have.

So many footprints painstakingly gathered and then scattered across the silence of my tiring brain. And each new moment breaks on my shoreline, softening old hurts… smearing words screamed in a fit of anger. The tide of today and tomorrow silently steal away more and more of my precious grains of sand… washing away your footsteps… washing away, too, some of the dirt and broken bottles.

But each new wave carries at least a handful of new grains to replace those treasured but lost. And I lay down alone, lost in a whirlpool of yesterday and tomorrow… unsettled by your impermanence, by my impermanence.

Did I leave any dirt on you when I walked out of your life? Or did you sweep me under a rug to keep a tidy house? Then again, maybe my barefeet never really tracked in any dust to begin with.