Crowd funding

Earlier this year, I talked to one of my former colleague and told her about my problems about needing my own computer for school use and/or research whenever I am writing my stories (and some place safe where I could file them and not have a problem with taking up too much space on the computer). And so, she told me all about this crowd funding thing that’s milling around tumblr. The first place she told me about was, Kickstarter. Which was only available to some parts of the world.

The next one was, Indiegogo. She asked me if I know how to draw, sadly I don’t draw. I doodle maybe, but all of my drawings are really kid like, I am not very artsy… Then she told me not to worry that there is a fundraiser campaign to help people in need, through online. I nodded my head and filed that information for later use, if needed.

Surprisingly, the information given to me is really needed. Just this week, our netbook was still running smoothly, then three (?) days ago when my mom decided to take the netbook wireless, (it was charging) the machine died all of the sudden. She kind of tried it again and the same thing happened. Now, all you can see from the battery status at the task bar is this message: 0% Available (Plugged in, not charging)

Which leads me to this post of the day. (Although I’ve been meaning to compose this thing for days) I have made a fundraising project to help me raise just enough money to buy a laptop that I can actually use and not being told to get off because someone else is going to use it. Bring it to school if I need some school work done, paperwork, or a group activity report and we need a laptop for our power point presentations.

Writing is my most important means of communication. I’ll admit, I am an introvert. I usually spend more hours inside the house than go out, explore the world and talk some stranger’s ears off and socialize. I have to admit though, when I was still a kid I clearly remember being an extrovert and now, I am always inside the house, writing, being awkward talking to strangers when needed, putting on a bravado out when I have to deal with something important… I would rather talk to someone thru text message or chat, but I don’t really think I could handle… well I don’t really know!

I could be an ambivert for all I know. *shrugs*

Please visit the link that I’ve placed on the “fundraising” word. Give me your thoughts and/or donation, I would appreciate it very much. It means a lot to me. Thank you.

-Rayne

Hunger

Most people think taking them should be scheduled,

Some of them are too busy to do them on time,

Some of them struggle to find the resources to get them,

But most people don’t have problem acquiring them.

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People waste them because they paid for it,

People are taking advantage of them just because they can,

But to some people they are worth gold,

To some people they are treasure and hard to find.

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Most people sleep at night sated and satisfied,

Some people sleep at night so they could ignore it,

Most people can just take them and consume them without facing problems,

Some people look for them in the dumpsters; steal them and faces a lot of complications.

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Most people don’t have to experience what it is like to be hungry,

To some people who deals with them everyday it is a constant experience,

Always wondering when they will be able to have food inside their stomachs,

Wondering when would they stop wondering when would their stomachs have their fill again.

(November 11, 2015)

by Rayne Sumner

Frustrated Days

If one day wasn’t enough, I don’t think I can bear anymore of having to stress about my school schedule and my shitty university. Yesterday, I had a run in with my dad. We are not really close… Okay, we are more of an acquaintance rather than having a Parent-Child connection. So yeah, that defines our level of closeness.

Most of you can probably tell, “Rayne, you don’t sound like you care about your father?”That’s because I really don’t at some extent. If you were in my shoes I know you’d feel like a robot once you faced my father. Because I totally did when I ran into him last night. My brain went to a half shut down mode when he approached me. I don’t feel anything to actually make me think I missed him. Which is disturbing to some people I suppose.

“But he’s your father!” Some of you might react. Technically, he is more of a sperm donor than being my father. I remember times when I was still a kid, I never really felt–I don’t know, something to him. It’s all crazy I know but I can’t even look at him in the face when we’re talking. Even when I was still a kid, I felt uncomfortable talking to him or looking at him in the eye or face. Growing up, the words: Stalker, Irresponsible, Stupid, Violent, and a whole lot more were the adjectives used to describe my father.

I tried to find it in my heart to forgive him to what he’s done to us, but I just can’t. *sigh My mom doesn’t want to go back to him I know that for a fact, but for him to ask that to me. To make me ask my mom is kind of a pointless situation. And this night confirmed my thoughts. I told my mom what happened and she told me that no, she wouldn’t get back nor talk to him anymore.

Frustrating day number two: AKA today

I went to school a grim 15 minutes late because of traffic and because I don’t have a 2×2 photo of me at the ready, I have to go and visit a net cafe that offers photo printing for ID pictures (not necessarily for an ID i think you get my point). And then come after lunch break, I need to wait for the professor that I need to talk to finish his meeting with his class before I got to actually talk to him in a few short sentences. Nice right?

Then, I have to one subject because I was stuck at my school’s registrar’s office to change my class schedule, which was pointless because I can’t do that anymore. Well, it just shows how fucked up our school’s system is. After stressing about my class schedule, I have another to stress about… My homework for tomorrow’s class.

Good god! Is there an end in all of my problems regarding school? My Front Office Certificate is gone. So is my Housekeeping certificate.I feel like crying and fucking give up this course because my mother invested a lot already in this course. She wants me to finish this, but I don’t really think I can!

So, now you see how problematic my life is, anyone who wants to help me solve it? or at least give me your life, let’s exchange 😛

-Rayne

Short Story: Coming Soon

I have been busying myself with school works and YouTube videos lately. Ever since I watched the video featuring the channel of “PewDiePie” I was back on the YouTube train and been on a video binge. After watching Felix Kjellberg’s videos for a whole week I think, I came across “KickthePJ” channel and was in seventh heaven.

PJ Liguori is a short story film maker kind of guy and ever since I watched his videos, my mind went “Yeah, This is it.” It is the kind of thing that I would want to do myself. I write the stories, I get to film them, tell people how the characters should act, and maybe a cameo of myself in that story.

And so, I made a short story (fan fiction, rather XD) inspired by this amazing British guy with green eyes and a great mind. I will be posting the story sometime this week or by the time I officially placed “THE END” on that story. (Might change my mind and make a sequel if I felt like it. Who knows?)

Until next time!

-Rayne

Funny day

Okay after a long second week of going to class it is another vacation week for the upcoming APEC Summit. Finally classes for today is over and while me and my mom have plans later today I have to run home because I forgot one vital document for our trip.

As I rode the vehicle taking me from point A to point B, inside the vehicle there were a couple fighting and spouting things in english. I can’t help myself to listen to their conversation because it was entertaining.  The guy was pissed and so was the girl they were fighting over something. I kept hearing the guy was just asking for the girl’s time even for a few minutes to just talk. But the girl refuses to and so they kept on talking about it for a few more minutes, with a lot of colorful F-bombs thrown in once or twice.

They kept on arguing until they had to go. But he was trying his hardest to make amends with the girl, but said girl is stubborn even though the guy was very considerate of the girl’s issue. In the end, girl was left alone.

There were so many times that I actually wished I had a boyfriend. But witnessing this events right before my very eyes, I kind of thanked the person above for not giving me my man yet. I find it amusing watching them argue. The couple I mean. But when it is you on the other side of the situation, I doubt I’d find it amusing.

Pissed off or sad or annoyed may be the emotions that I could associate with regard to the argument but not amusing.

I am busy enough with all my school stuff happening, I wouldn’t want to add boys in my stress level problems.

-Rain