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The Invisible Children

Yesterday April 25, 2009 me and my friend set out to do something that needs to be done. The Longest War in Africa needs to end. 

We joined 4,000 people in Los Angeles to walk a mile and a half to city hall while holding on to a rope symbolizing our abduction as child soldiers. Once we made our march, we waited to be RESCUED. We posted and taped the pictures of our families on wooden boards to signify the child solider having to leave their families. and by night time, we were RESCUED. The media and moguls rescued us and heard the cries. and we were not alone, there were 100 cities doing the Rescue yesterday in 10 different countries around the world. From 3pm to the early morning, we commited our time in the fight to end this war. We wrote letters to Diane Feinstein and Barbara Boxer asking for their help. and on June 22-23 one of the largest Lobby days in history will take place in DC to meet with government officials about the end to this. And the RESCUE RIDERS, left to go help in the rescue all over the country, they will not come home until justice is met.

THE INVISIBLE CHILDREN NEED YOUR HELP.

invisiblechildren.com   find out how YOU can help.

White Oleander

"I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children, between friends, between family, things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost, more easily than anyone could imagine"    - Janet Fitch

nothing lasts forever.

the new title

im home.

i have so much on my mindd. but i updated and changed my blog completely. sometimes we need change. "6 Guatemalan dolls" - when I was in San Juan Capistrano this weekend we went to Ortega Trading Post where these magnificent pieces of art were sold. i loved it because everything had a story or meaning behind it. and I came across these teeny tiny dolls inside a box with a paper telling a Guatemalan legend. Apparently children give each of the six dolls a different worry and put them under their pillow at night so that in the morning their worries are gone. Despite the cuteness of the dolls, I loved this idea. as I was telling my Dad about this he reminded me that when I was a young child I had 6 of these similar dolls. so of course now I am on a mission to find these dolls =]. 

dolls THEN: as kids we name them, we dress them, we marry them, we make them pretty, we comb and brush their hair, we make them rich, we make them have babies...an image of what we want our life to look like.

dolls NOW: we either have them in the back of our closets, somewhere in our rooms letting them collect dust, or have given them to younger people. we basically neglected the objects we used to cherish. ---is this why people act fake? because they are neglected and overlooked. they feel like they have to be different to be noticed. 

im sorry I have not added a post in a while. i have started a few and then exited the box. i guess because ive felt that no one really seems to care about how I feel so what is even the point. and I still dont really want to.

let Justin sing it

What Goes Around Comes Around.

I hope this is true. because it seems lately me doing the right thing is just as bad as me doing the wrong thing. I keep asking myself, "why are you doing this?" I feel like this is the same sad song I sing daily. and I think i will never know the answer exactly.

I am physically and mentally drained. sick.

theres so much going on just trying to k  e  e  p       upp.

idk what else to say. 

 

he thinks he's turning 18

Juan Van Putten.

infamous juanito.

can be found in the streets of ladera, skateboardung upp slauson, or taking a photo of you at each event.

but the thing is if your anybody in LA, you know juan because he's juan.

I'm sure every person that knows him has their own experience but mine revolves around..

photography chats  (and me trying to act like I know all that your talking about), you talking about getting in trouble and your stupid English teacher, all the FML moments of my life (and yours), you giving me lessons on modern language such as "sus", you and tyler (sometimes breea) ganging up on me in video chats lol, or blogging and whether or not I should keep mine.

Well yet those things happen to pop up (so often) in our convos, what stands out the most is the trust I have found in you and the willingness you have to listen  to me (even when I ramble, alot lol). You seem to always have a solution, normally a very simple one ex "I dont give a fuck bout no hoe" and what it really meant in that particular case was fuck them, move on. Its those moments when both I laugh because I wasnt expecting that or because your right. Thank you for always having faith in my photography because coming from you that means alot. I'm a little upset that you wouldnt let me buy u a gift nor make u a cake. but it is your birthday i guess lol and i  love u anyway. and happy seventeenth birthday.