Gee, So much for a toothache!!

 

 

You ever get that very bad toothache that makes your head hurt? Yep, well I’ve gotten that and I must say it’s the worst pain that a human being can ever get. It doesn’t mean that someone isn’t brushing their teeth. It means that they’re eating too much junk, and sugar has the power to snag a tooth.

When it comes time to going to the dentist, we all become scared of that one needle. I’ve never had a root-canal, because I never messed up my mouth that bad. This year when I visited the dentist, I had 0 cavities and a free day to get the daily routine brush-up and a pain-free day. The best thing to do is, to go to the dentist and get that tooth checked out, because 9/10 something bad is happening.

You don’t want to wait at the last minute to get checked-out. The worst kind of toothaches are the ones that gives you a migraine and doesn’t allow you to get up from your bed. A toothache is so deadly that it causes death, if you don’t get it checked out. The nerves in your mouth are being damaged and messing up your brain. Be careful as to how much junk food you conceive. This is very important and crucial to our lives.

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Be safe from Hurricane Sandy.

 

 

Remember to be safe and make sure that you don’t go outside. I pray that those who have been left behind in long beach stay safe and uses their brain. The best way to get what you need is to prepare and package it all, right now. This time we might not want to play with Sandy, because she just might be something we don’t want to play with. Make sure you help out others that are seeking help, because they’re lost. Keep everyone calm and do something in the house that’ll distract your mental state of being.

Getting laid or played?

 

 

I shared with a few of my friends where I stand, in the process of my new project (book). Le Promesse is something that will offer most or many readers an adventure. This is a book I’m writing for my significant other and I happened to use a few real friends from my knowing, and make them characters in the book.

Writing a book takes a lot of emotion and thoughts of a very experienced writer. Anybody can write but it takes much to reveal something so great to the world. I used five of my good friends to help relay the message, because I felt that they came very close to what I was looking for in someone that was mature enough to understand.

Whom I fall in love with, I guess that’s just more than my luck. My job is to make sure that ‘prince’ reads the book after we’re together. I’m very worried about how the fans would feel about the book, or if they’d like it. But more importantly I’m contemplating on what my future husband will think about this. I want to bring out all the best and worst features of myself.

The point is to make sure that not just my husband knows who I am, but that the fans get an idea also. I find it very creative that I’m willing to put myself on paper and give you the real me. I don’t feed people bullish*t, so all of this stuff will be real. This by chance and favor, just might be better than “Love&HipHop” and “The Notebook”. Why? Good thing you ask, because there’s nothing fiction about this book. What do you guys think?

Are you drained from internet surfing?

You ever feel like there’s a lot to do on the internet? It’s kind of like it suddenly becomes a burden to you, because there’s not much to really do. There’s a million things to do, but in reality there’s actually nothing to do. Why not find something else to do? I know sometimes sleeping off the burden sometimes work, but why waste time sleeping when you could be doing another thing.

A teenager goes to the christmas tree, or opens the birthday gift that you have sitting on the dining table. They don’t care about anything else, but the gift. The only thing left to do is just eye it, like it’s your prey. When they finally tear that wrapping paper off, their eyes are glowing like silver bells. They can think of millions of things to do and never become bored. When you think about, their portal of thinking is very wide and there’s always something to do.

 

 

Take the example of a grown adult. They get the computer but they don’t do much with it. All they do is watch videos, check emails and than leave the computer there to collect dust. The mind of an adult is more broader than the typical teenagers. All we do is sit there at the computer looking at the desktop or going through the system of the computer to learn its’ components. The best way to do it is just, get on the computer twice a week and than come back maybe a week later. Technological things losses its’ significance very fast!

Why Love Doesn’t Exist In 2012

 

Do you agree with what he’s saying? There’s a few things I agree with and a few things I don’t agree with!!!

Everyone’s opted to their own opinions!!!

Why The Fans & Support are so important —

 

 

 

I notice that there are a lot of artist, authors and movie directors that have thousands of fans. I understand that at a point in life, some of them may become annoying or groupies. It’s not the fact that it’s their fault, when they see good talent– they freak out!! I think these supporters and fans are the keys to success, after God because they buy your material and not only that, they read and watch it.

There’s all different types of fans: The obsessed one, crazy ones, cool ones, and the straight-forward ones. I love how they can purchase your stuff not just because of the person you are, but because of the things you write about. I guess you can put it in a way of a certain perception– If you be good to the fans they’ll be good to you. Our job is to pour out our life into these books, movies, and music. You have to go hard or go home, and either way it’s about that time in life that you deliver something to the world.

Fans and supporters not only pay the bills, they’re at almost every event that’s taking place. I have to say even though we may not know them personally. They are a damn good support system when you need inspiration and good words. I love fans that not only stays true to the star, but remains true to themselves, also. Things like that gets no better than a piece of chocolate candy! You never know who supports your work and really has your back until, you stand out on that carpet and gaze around. “Thank You!” you’re yelling at the top of your lungs, telling them how much they all mean to you. I don’t think that kind of passion comes from the checks, it’s the support they give. There’s always someone there to replace those that wasn’t bold enough to support you!

THE LAST CHAPTER FROM_CROSSED MIRRORS

Chapter Thirty-One

        We arrived at my aunt’s house in silence. The whole car ride there was very disturbing because he had nothing to say. Tyler was glued to his phone and in his own world. I didn’t interrupt him because he wouldn’t have said much to me. I was expecting things to go a little smoother but it wasn’t as I pictured.

The palm trees that stood aligned of the street made shade. I turned the car engine off and gave Tyler some time to step into a relaxed mood. He hadn’t met my aunt before but it’d been a while since he had seen my father and his wife.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

He cleared his throat, “I guess.”

“I know you’re wondering why I brought you here,” I said.

He nodded his head, “This is a waste of my time.”

“I promise you it won’t be,” I added.

“What makes you think that?” he asked.

He was trying to stress me out, “Get out the car!”

I stepped out of the car and waited for him to make an appearance. My dad’s side of the family would be filled with people that he’d love to talk to. No one ever talked or gossiped about anyone except for Patricia.

“What about the snitch?” he teased.

I laughed, “Don’t worry about her.”

He tried to hold in his laugh, “Okay. Fine, let’s go inside.”

We walked the path of circular marble stones that were guided by a bed of lilies and daisies. Before us was a mini-mansion of a powder pinkish color. There were a few palm trees that blocked the front windows and a huge birdbath in the front lawn. She was living large in a way that I had the opportunity to do the same.

“So your whole family is rich…” he assumed.

I felt like I had to sneeze, “Not everyone.”

“Your dad, aunt, and mother? Right?” he asked.

I laughed, “My mother isn’t rich and my dad is on the boarder.”

“What boarder?” he asked.

“Of being overly wealthy and teasingly wealthy,” I remarked.

When we got into the house Tyler didn’t know how to react. I felt like he was about to panic any second and just say that he wanted to go home. My aunt opened the door and greeted us with her love.

“Skyler, How are you love?” she asked.

I had to do it, “I’m great. This is Tyler Young.”

“Is that a boyfriend?” she teased.

The smile wiped off my face, “No.”

“Okay well friends,” she added.

“Did my dad get here yet?” I asked.

She pointed to the second floor, “He’s in the computer room.”

I led the way, “Let’s go say hello, Tyler.”

The moment we got to the computer room my dad was half sleep. I didn’t understand why my aunt kept calling it the computer room when it was more comfortable than that. There was a fifty-inch flat screen television mounted to the wall. A comfortable expensive couch with the matching end tables and coffee table took up most of the space. It was centered and surrounded with a few plants that looked very healthy.

The carpet was brown and blue but that was the theme, anyhow. We left my father there asleep and Patricia on the computer. My aunt looked really swell to see Tyler for the first time in forever. I talked about him so much to her but this was the disappointing part.

“Would you like to go in the backyard?” I asked.

He was the guest, “Yes.”

“I’d love to spend a few months here,” he said.

I laughed, “I don’t think so.”

“So what did you need to talk about that was so urgent?” he asked.

I grabbed the float, “Sit on here and let’s go for a smooth ride.”

The backyard was very elegant and beautiful. I loved how it looked in the evening because emphasis was placed on the water when the sunset and the moon came out. The grass looked very well groomed and the water was peaceful; no showers or storms.

“Don’t make me mad while we’re on here,” said Tyler.

I laughed, “You’re not as crazy as you’d like to be.”

“You think I won’t?” he asked.

The stress wasn’t getting to me, “I know you won’t!”

For the first time in months a I saw a smile break across his face. Maybe the way we loved each other was too aggressively. I didn’t mind because this was the last hour, last moment, last memory he’d get. It wouldn’t be a great one to remember but all things do come to an end as I remembered him saying before.

“Look, what does that cloud look like?” asked Tyler.

I repositioned my head, “An S and a T.”

“Weird isn’t it?” he asked.

The gentleness in his voice remained, “Now let’s talk business.”

“I have something a little better than business,” I said.

He kept licking his lips, “What’s that?”

“A long goodbye,” I whispered.

He stopped looking up at the clouds, “How many times have we said goodbye?”

“We’ve said it three or four times,” I said.

He turned over on his side and looked at me. I hated looking into his eyes but today I would do it. I turned on my side and faced him the whole night. I decided to spend the last evening we had together, just saying goodbye.

“I hate when you do this,” he said calmly.

I tried to talk softly, “I’m doing it for me this time.

“That’s understandable,” he said.

I ran my fingers along his arm, “I love you.”

“I love you too but why are –“ he was cut off.

“Do you hear that?” I asked.

We listened quietly to the crickets sing their symphony as a production. I didn’t feel like I wanted to cry because my heart grew from the days that were whipping me. I went through the storm alone and I came out fine. My heart was so set on the future that I didn’t want to keep looking at my past anymore.

“The crickets?” he asked.

I smiled, “Yes.”

“I know you want to hear silence tonight, but I thought you should know something,” I said.

He took a deep breath, “What is it now?”

“You see all this that my aunt has?” I started off.

He looked around, “Yeah.”

“I wanted to give you this until I noticed something,” I said.

Tyler interlocked hands with me, “You don’t have a bad heart. You have the right understanding but the wrong motives. I loved you not for what I could get, but for what I could with you. You and I had moments where we pushed each other forward, even as friends. I can’t hold onto to anything we had anymore because it’s only damaging me. It’s been months since we talked but I wanted you to have a last look. Remember, when you asked for more memories?” I asked.

His eyes were watery, “Yep.”

“This is the last one I’m giving to you. Things are happening for me, good things. I can’t let what God has for me to slip away because of us,” I said.

“But you don’t –“ I had to cut him off again.

“Listen to me! I’ll let you talk in a minute; I want your heart to be open to what I’m saying. Don’t think with your mind Tyler; use that huge heart of yours. I fell more in love with our friendship than the relationship. You had it all going for yourself until I…we messed it up. I hope you can forgive me for taking you through the motions,” I ended.

We shimmied over on the wooden float platform and hugged each other. I couldn’t feel anything because my heart was going numb.

“I can’t feel you anymore,” said Tyler.

I closed my eyes, “I know and it’s okay.”

“Is this what you really want?” he asked.

I didn’t have to think about it anymore, “I’m sure this is what I want.”

“Skyler?” whispered Tyler.

I listened with my heart, “Yes?”

“I have to apologize for everything I put you through. Telling you that you were different, and I didn’t want you around. When I said I only wanted sex and not the relationship. The times we’ve argued and I couldn’t admit my faults. Ruining the relationship that we had because I couldn’t be patient. If this is the last time I see you, I hope that you find your wings so that you can fly away. I don’t know if I’m going to miss you or not but –Thank you!” I saw that tear fall from his eye.

“You’re welcome,” I said.

He helped me paddle us back to the lawn and we both stayed quiet. I took deep breaths to refrain from crying. I never asked for much from this boy, all I needed was time. It took all this just to hear him tell me that he apologizes. I had no clue that love could feel so good but only when it’s with the right person.

Tyler stood there watching me, “Do you need help?”

“I have it but can you just do one thing for me?” I asked.

He was wiping his eyes, “Yes.”

After I pulled the homemade float back on land I brushed my hands off. God gave me enough courage and peace to walk up to Tyler and face him. I wasn’t going to hurt him even more because he wasn’t finished healing.

“Always remember that there’s beauty in letting go,” I finished.

He tried to smile, “I can do that.”