K, so we all know why we get darker when we're in the sun, right? The UV rays from the sun trigger vitamin D synthesis in skin. And the UV rays activate the melanocytes in our skin, gradually making us turn into a darker shade. They say people with darker skin have a higher tolerance of the sun's damaging rays and can stand in the sun for hours without getting a sunburn.
That's not exactly what happened today.
Let's talk about how I got my first sunburn. Yay! No.
So, I went to the lake today with the kids and Movement City. I wasn't expecting to go in. But things didn't go as I planned. Thanks to Frandy and Jaime. =P
So whatever, I went in after forcefully being tossed in the water and ladi dadi dah. Time passed, and forgetful me forgot to put on sunscreen. Awesome. And now I'm sitting here with red shoulders, cheeks, nose and back. Terrific.
It stings so much! I feel as if the flesh on my face is going to melt off. Doesn't that sound appetizing?
But on the brighter side of things, I had fun. And at least my albino legs got some color to them today. Woop woop.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Chapter: Dumps of a Dilemma
Ok, so I'm torn between what to think and what to choose.
Even though I know I'll win, I feel like I'm gonna lose.
Falling for the charm, while he waits for an answer,
This feeling is spreading so quickly, faster than cancer.
Feeling comfortable, with mutual presence we speak less,
While he ponders me turning into The Loch Ness.
Plagued with the fear, that I'll be hurt because he'll be bored,
But as of right now there are many ideas to explore.
Thoughts running through my mind, always ineffable,
If he peeks in, his interest is always left questionable.
Looking in his eyes, I'm a kid in a candy store,
It's bad to have too much of a good thing, but even so, I want more...
Even though I know I'll win, I feel like I'm gonna lose.
Falling for the charm, while he waits for an answer,
This feeling is spreading so quickly, faster than cancer.
Feeling comfortable, with mutual presence we speak less,
While he ponders me turning into The Loch Ness.
Plagued with the fear, that I'll be hurt because he'll be bored,
But as of right now there are many ideas to explore.
Thoughts running through my mind, always ineffable,
If he peeks in, his interest is always left questionable.
Looking in his eyes, I'm a kid in a candy store,
It's bad to have too much of a good thing, but even so, I want more...
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Chapter: Love for London
I'm a sucker for English accents.
I'm kind of sure that in a previous life I was either an owl or lived in London and was named Watson.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Chapter: Tweeking the Layout
So, I messed around with the layout, and ended up with this. I was gonna do this pink one, but..it was really pink. This page layout looks eco-friendly doesn't it?
It does.
It does.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Chapter: Peep My Art
But he that dares not grasp the thorn,
Should never crave the rose.
-Anne BronteSo yeah, I really like that quote. hence the shirt, hence me putting it on this page..
What do you think? Got other stuff, but here's a peep at some of my work.
The Great Gatsby. Really good book. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button isn't the only interesting story F. Scott Fitzgerald has written.
So, lemme know what you think. I need feedback people. Actually, I really don't, but I would like to hear what you have to say. =]
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Monday, July 13, 2009
Chapter: Snippet of My Poetry
Shh
She's the victim of a tortured soul,
Too afraid to express the feelings she can't control.
Her mind is torn between curiosity and confusion,
Not knowing if its reality, or if her depression is an illusion.
She doesn't understand why she cries and sheds these tears,
Maybe this is why she's hesitant to letting anyone near.
She's skeptic about love, and wonders about compassion,
Not sure if she can't handle the intensity of her reaction.
Her mind is a world, that has not yet been discovered,
But its locked up, with high security, where no one can get in,
Not even a lover.
The day she reveals the secrets of her thoughts,
Will perhaps be the day we no longer hear the ticking of her clock,
Or the beating of her heart.
But no one knows this because she keeps herself quiet,
And is subtly confined in a prison of her own silence.
By: Marlene Marmolejos
She's the victim of a tortured soul,
Too afraid to express the feelings she can't control.
Her mind is torn between curiosity and confusion,
Not knowing if its reality, or if her depression is an illusion.
She doesn't understand why she cries and sheds these tears,
Maybe this is why she's hesitant to letting anyone near.
She's skeptic about love, and wonders about compassion,
Not sure if she can't handle the intensity of her reaction.
Her mind is a world, that has not yet been discovered,
But its locked up, with high security, where no one can get in,
Not even a lover.
The day she reveals the secrets of her thoughts,
Will perhaps be the day we no longer hear the ticking of her clock,
Or the beating of her heart.
But no one knows this because she keeps herself quiet,
And is subtly confined in a prison of her own silence.
By: Marlene Marmolejos
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Chapter: Michael Jackson Funeral & Tribute
The memorial service and tribute that was done today for Michael Jackson was just right for the person he was. Even if you did not like Michael Jackson, it was truly moving. All the performances and speeches done for him seemed real and from the heart. Especially those of Magic Johnson and Brook Shields. It was funny how Magic was surprised that Michael ate Kentucky Fried Chicken, lol.
It was also memorable when Reverend Al Sharpton said to his children, "You're father is not strange, what's strange is what he had to go through." So true, and a smack in the face to the jerks that criticized "the greatest entertainer that ever lived".
We want you back Michael, rest in peace.
It was also memorable when Reverend Al Sharpton said to his children, "You're father is not strange, what's strange is what he had to go through." So true, and a smack in the face to the jerks that criticized "the greatest entertainer that ever lived".
We want you back Michael, rest in peace.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Chapter: Phil in the Circle...again
Yuck.
Crazy stuff, huh.
Crazy stuff, huh.
Chapter: Phil in the Circle
This guy is amazing. He is soo talented and creative. He makes these art projects out of the most random, but the most creative things and ideas. You should check him out.
Click here, and prepare to be amazed.
Yeah. I know. He's incredible. His artwork is very symbolic. Makes you think a lot. He kind of inspires me, because he completes his ideas, even though they are ridiculous and the process can get tedious. But here's a video of him making...I'm not gonna tell you. you watch and find out. =]
Wow. Right? What kind of sucks is that it all falls apart at the end. Like most of this "Good-bye Art" . But at least he records it.
Click here, and prepare to be amazed.
Yeah. I know. He's incredible. His artwork is very symbolic. Makes you think a lot. He kind of inspires me, because he completes his ideas, even though they are ridiculous and the process can get tedious. But here's a video of him making...I'm not gonna tell you. you watch and find out. =]
Wow. Right? What kind of sucks is that it all falls apart at the end. Like most of this "Good-bye Art" . But at least he records it.
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Friday, July 3, 2009
Chapter: Haircut Gone Wrong
Sigh.
So I forgot to mention I got a new haircut today. She cut it way too short. Let me clear that up for you. She cut it way, way, wayy too short. But oh well. It's hair, it's bound to grow back, eventually.
So I forgot to mention I got a new haircut today. She cut it way too short. Let me clear that up for you. She cut it way, way, wayy too short. But oh well. It's hair, it's bound to grow back, eventually.
Chapter: Optical Illusions
My brain went into a blah-state, so I thought what is more fun than optical illusions?
Fun stuff, huh?
Makes my brain go nuts.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Chapter: A Visit to Borders
Wow, three posts in one day. Somebody doesn't have a life.
I went to Borders today with my friend, and we stayed there for hours. Literally. And time kind of flew by, I mean, I didn't notice at all. We were looking at so many books.It was intriguing. I don't know about you, but I find books interesting. Wanna know what I found out? Acne is contagious. Gasp! No, I'm just kidding, I just wanted to make this post a little more interesting. So I ended up buying this book by Nicholas Sparks called Dear John. It seems interesting. I'll let you know how it turns out.=]
But while you wait, go and read a book. It's good for you. =]
I went to Borders today with my friend, and we stayed there for hours. Literally. And time kind of flew by, I mean, I didn't notice at all. We were looking at so many books.It was intriguing. I don't know about you, but I find books interesting. Wanna know what I found out? Acne is contagious. Gasp! No, I'm just kidding, I just wanted to make this post a little more interesting. So I ended up buying this book by Nicholas Sparks called Dear John. It seems interesting. I'll let you know how it turns out.=]
But while you wait, go and read a book. It's good for you. =]
Chapter: Understanding Parents
I guess I take back some of the stuff I said in the previous blog. I understand where my mother is coming from, and she understands me too. (We had a talk, in case you didn't get the hint.) What did I learn from this little incident? Communication is the key to a healthy relationship.
Chapter: Overprotective Parents
Ugh. My mother is one of a kind. She's just one those people who you'll never really ever get to fully comprehend. She's very overprotective, and I know that the origin of it is that she just cares about me, but she exaggerates. She literally tells me why do I not stay home and talk to my grandmother, my sister or my brother-in-law. One, I'm with them 24/7! Two, my brother-in-law is kind of dry and tends to give the silent treatment for no reason, which really rubs me the wrong way. Three, I talk to my sister enough, and most of the time she's busy watching Sex in the City or something, and four, my grandmother is cool, but she's kind of old.
I don't think my mother understands we're in the 21st century and it's perfectly healthy for me to go out and have friends. Socializing is good for the soul, at least I think so. She just misunderstands the reason for me wanting to go out. Its simply hanging out with friends, like that's against the law.
There's no point in arguing, why give the fire more fire. She thinks I think I'm perfect, just because I defend my reasoning well, which really gets me going. Don't you hate it when people put words in your mouth, and say things about you that are complete lies? I do.
This sucks. This really, really sucks. But whatever, hopefully when I'm in college she'll realize, she can't control my life forever. I just don't understand her. I love her, and I'm not saying that to make me look good or anything, I sincerely do. I know she'll give her life for mine without even thinking about it. But I guess we have clashing personalities, and that just makes communication the most difficult thing in this world. But we'll see how everything goes. I'm praying to God it won't be like this forever.
I don't think my mother understands we're in the 21st century and it's perfectly healthy for me to go out and have friends. Socializing is good for the soul, at least I think so. She just misunderstands the reason for me wanting to go out. Its simply hanging out with friends, like that's against the law.
There's no point in arguing, why give the fire more fire. She thinks I think I'm perfect, just because I defend my reasoning well, which really gets me going. Don't you hate it when people put words in your mouth, and say things about you that are complete lies? I do.
This sucks. This really, really sucks. But whatever, hopefully when I'm in college she'll realize, she can't control my life forever. I just don't understand her. I love her, and I'm not saying that to make me look good or anything, I sincerely do. I know she'll give her life for mine without even thinking about it. But I guess we have clashing personalities, and that just makes communication the most difficult thing in this world. But we'll see how everything goes. I'm praying to God it won't be like this forever.
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Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Chapter: Summer Rain Blues
Aloha.
It's summer. I feel like I'm lying, now that I think about it. Perhaps its the fact that it's been raining every single day! Hello Mother Nature?! What's going on? Isn't that kind of against the laws of nature or seasons? I'm guessing she's kind of ticked about global warming. Is this what it's like when Mother Nature is on her period? Jeez, or maybe it's storm from X-men and she's on her period. But I guess global warming is our fault. And I have to say our, because I can't exclude myself from the human race. Ugh. I recycle, but do I get any praise? No. But I'm not really into complaining or anything, and I don't really care if anyone notices, so whatevs.
But yeah, the Fourth of July is on Saturday. Hopefully Mother Nature will cut us some slack and gives us a little sun. That would be nice.
But now that I look back, I kind of like summer storms. I know it seems like I'm contradicting myself, but they are kind of fun. Right? Just running outside and getting soaked, and the possibility of being struck by lightening is pretty exhilarating. But lets hope that doesn't happen.
A hui kaua.
(Until we meet again-in Hawaiian. For those of you that didn't know that, I gotcha back ;] )
It's summer. I feel like I'm lying, now that I think about it. Perhaps its the fact that it's been raining every single day! Hello Mother Nature?! What's going on? Isn't that kind of against the laws of nature or seasons? I'm guessing she's kind of ticked about global warming. Is this what it's like when Mother Nature is on her period? Jeez, or maybe it's storm from X-men and she's on her period. But I guess global warming is our fault. And I have to say our, because I can't exclude myself from the human race. Ugh. I recycle, but do I get any praise? No. But I'm not really into complaining or anything, and I don't really care if anyone notices, so whatevs.
But yeah, the Fourth of July is on Saturday. Hopefully Mother Nature will cut us some slack and gives us a little sun. That would be nice.
But now that I look back, I kind of like summer storms. I know it seems like I'm contradicting myself, but they are kind of fun. Right? Just running outside and getting soaked, and the possibility of being struck by lightening is pretty exhilarating. But lets hope that doesn't happen.
A hui kaua.
(Until we meet again-in Hawaiian. For those of you that didn't know that, I gotcha back ;] )
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