I find it intriguing that no matter how old you are or how secure you think you've become with yourself...you can still be made to feel horribly uncool. For the past few years I have been toying with the idea of fitting in with a certain crowd. I've observed these folks from a far, hanging around on the outskirts of their lives, making tiny changes in my personal style and attitude to bring me closer to their 'cool'. However, tonight, being surrounded by these mythical creatures I realized that they are no cooler than me. They are just people, in fact, up close they seem to be shockingly insecure and dysfunctional people. They might wear different clothes or listen to different music but what it boils down to is that we are all just black coffee. We all start out the same but its what you add that makes it different, not better, or worse...just different.
Thank you for giving me the gift of music and the knowledge that I possess a talent that is more important than I'll ever know.
Patricia Marlene Bohemier: April 9, 1946 – August 17th, 1999
"Ten years ago today, It seems like yesterday, God shone His light, He set your spirit free, Your unwavering courage, Your calming and gentle ways, The tomorrow’s you will never see, Your legacy was your faith, We cherish each and everyday, These memories we have of you."
Sitting by the pool today I observed a pair of teenagers flirting. Despite the fact that the girl seemed EXTREMELY annoying, it was entertaining to watch her attempt to woo this young man. In a pool, surrounded by various family members, she made awkward conversation and did not stray more than three feet from her 'beloved'. The young man also made his efforts by picking up the poor gal and throwing her into the pool...numerous times.
It was awkward and brave and inspirational.
Sometimes I wish I was still able to put myself out there like that but after being hurt, embaressed and humiliated so many times...*sigh* I applaud you, young lady.
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did *was* wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.
Hawaii is beautiful. So beautiful that it is hard to believe that it is a part of the United States of America. The islands are rich with culture and tradition and ,although there are parts that are undeniably tourist-y, for the most part Hawaii is a vivacious and stunning state. It's impossible not to be intrigued and inspired by the traditions and practices of the islands...this is my favorite one so far...enjoy!
Wearing a flower in your hair...
"On the left ear it means you are married, engaged or with someone, on the right ear you are free. The Hawaiian name for flower is "pua" ( pronounced "poo-ah" ). Hibiscus is our state flower and its Hawaiian name is"aloalo" pronounced "ah-low-ah-low". For the plumeria it is "melia" pron."may-lee-ah", but melia also means quiet ocean. As for Gardenia it is "kiele" pron. "key-eh-lay". Women also wear puakinikini flowers and others. I would say the most common is the Plumeria."