beauty marks vs mole

So for those of you who know me or have seen a picture, you can see that have have a few dots on my face that are considerably darker than the general tone of my skin. Moles or "beauty marks" as they are sometimes lovingly called are just clumps of tonal variants due to the wackiness of our DNA. Basically the skin cells saying "EFF YOU! i don't want to be like the rest of the skin cells o this entire body! I'M UNIQUE!" Most of the time they are not cancerous or dangerous in any way and sometimes, women (i suppose maybe men too?) will use make up to add fake beauty marks to their face, neck or shoulders.

Why do I bring up these little rebel skin clusters? Because when i was 13, my mother was determined to remove mine.

I had never minded the dots on my face, but for some God-unknown reason, my mother decided that they were unbecoming and needed to be erased if i was ever to even dream of finding a husband and producing a brood of little humans. After discussing various traditional korean skin lightening treatments (all of which sounded terrifying), cutting the moles from my skin (ouch scars!) and praying to God to remove the blemishes, my aunt spoke to my mother concerning a specialist she knew. The doctor claimed that, using lasers, he could sear the unholy dots away from my face and I would be good as new.

He also said he would do it for free.

Upon hearing those magical words, my family and I whisked off to Seoul and went to see this doctor. After a quick talk with my parents, I was seated in a chair, much resembling a dentists seat and was told to relax and that it would NOT hurt.

lies

To be completely honest, it didn't hurt the first few times the man shot lasers at my face. Ten minutes in, i was ready to cry. An eon and change later he finally told me I was done. He bandaged my face, and told me to keep out of the sun for a few weeks. I had no trouble staying inside, it being humid and hot outside and having JUST bought a new lord of the rings gameboy game. I was ready to hide out and kill some orcs.

A few weeks in, I took the bandaids off and studied my face... it was sad looking at my reflection and seeing someone I hadn't seen before. Lucky for me... my beauty marks came back, much to the sadness of my mother and the annoyance of me.

To this day, i still have my marks and I will never, ever try to get them removed... unless they mutate and become cancerous of course...

moral of the story: if you get surgery on you face, you get alot of time to play video games

broken and all my fault

hm so a very quick story before i head off to work

when i lived at west point, ny, we had this nice little light fixture ma bob over our dining room table.

while we were cleaning house to pick up and move again, i got the job of sweeping the floor in the dining room, my mother had to run out for a moment to pick something up from the store.
i always like making my brother and sister laugh, and brooms make excellent air guitars, so i proceeded to put a loud, rock cd in the boom box and started to rock out. unfortuanately i got i little out of hand in my stage impresonations and hit the glass light fixture with the top of the broom...
time stood still
i watched the beautiful piece of glass fall down in slow motion, each moment dread closed its icy fingers ever more tightly around my throat.

crash

it hit the floor and shattered everywhere. of course thats when my mother decided to come home.

i was so busted...

dinosaurs

I can remember the first time i watched jurassic park

My family was living in Watertown, NY we had a chill room downstairs in the basement. We had a big tv and sofa's and a sound system and it was all very cool to my young self.

My mother worked at a dry cleaners and her employer's children would babysit me sometimes. They were over at my house and they played the movie. The movie scared me SO MUCH i hid behind the sofa and refused to come out.

I eventually crept out long enough to make a mad dash to the other side of the room where a plastic bat was and scramble back to my hiding place.

My parents found me later, asleep and clinging to the bat for dear life. When my father woke me I startled and hit him with the bat... thank goodness it was lightweight plastic lol

Still to this day that movie scares the poop out of me and i refuse to watch it alone.

First I suppose I want to explain where I got my blog title from,
I guess I'm one of the few people in new york who like the rain.

Too many thoughts in my head,
Battling so many ghosts in my bed
Sunshine, he comes and goes,
So silly, but I try to follow
I run but my body is sore,and I think that
I love very few things more
Than walking in a warm summer rain,
And trying to forget about that stain
That stain, that mark on me, it says
I’m flawed and it makes me, me
I am mortal, I am healed, I am someone.
The call goes out, who else is there
To lift up arms, and stories share
Of times where man and woman ruled the earth
And lived in passion and strength and birth
Today I look out and see, not the realm of man, but of cowards three
The Angry, the Weak, and the cold hearted schemer
The first lashes out, and strangles for pleasure
Seeking always the Weak
The second is always running and hiding
Trying to rise from under the oppressor
And if they do rise, takes the place of the first
The third just waits, and watches and schemes
Manipulating and planning and attacking with glee.
The rain stops and a warm wind blows.
The clouds move away and I turn back home.