Un.Inc

Begin, End, Remember. Repeat.

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 01:05:00 +0000

It's times like these that I miss typing everything out. I've let things get in the way of me and my wants.
Forced obligations, pity promises, some glorified feeling of importance. Useless things. I certainly missed this, and thought of it often. But I was always stopped.. restrained.

Life isn't meant to be molded. Plans aren't patterns. Not everything rhymes.

I forgot the simplicity.

Now that I remember, I just want to express my... intense peace of mind. It finally feels like everything is falling into place. The calendar days are flipping by at a pace I can match. I've finally caught up and leaped over my old expectations.

Thank you for the opportunities. Thank you for the motivation. Thank you for the support. Thank you for the distractions, and showing me all of these colors.

No guarantees. No limitations. Good night.

Newer Art

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Wed, 20 Jul 2011 11:38:00 +0000

Last summer's Fashion Camp inspiration boards for

Color:

Texture:

Shape:

Sketch rendering of my final dress for fashion camp:

Digital render of the dress design

Drawing class 2nd level of my 2D art education)

Self-portrait made from charcoal

Scratch art,

which I now realize was a complete mapping of my subconscious at the time I made it.

Stencil mask based on my face.

A sketch of an eye,

which was much better than my second one, created using the teacher's method.

Studio Art:

Digital sketch

Photography and manipulation

Acrylic paint on corrugated plastic board

Acrylic paint and spray paint, all stencils made and designed by me

#5 Moleskine Adventures: Melodic Noise

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 21:31:00 +0000

The sounds of my house.

#4 Moleskine Adventures: "I am not me"

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 02:37:00 +0000

This is about a dream I once had.

I had already woken, as many do in dreams.

Before stepping off my bed, everything disappeared.

Then I fell, tumbling into emptiness.

I fell into dullness.

Suspended above the darkness, a writhing, living concept, reaching up for the light.

There was a face there. I knew her.

She reached out, and tried to catch me. Skin touched, and hers became stone.

There was no pain in her face when her expression froze forever, Just a message.

"I am not me."

Then there was nothing.

And she was nothing. Crumbling into the darkness, taking me with her.

"I am not me, not yet me."

#3 Moleskine Adventures: From Life to Living

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Sun, 17 Jul 2011 16:20:00 +0000

I think this is pretty blunt. Me in a bubble mailer.

I had an old mailing package and label laying around. And sharpies. Wonderful Sharpies.

#2 Moleskine Adventures: Keep my Home and Heart Together/Apart

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Sat, 16 Jul 2011 21:10:00 +0000

This is a fill-in-the-blank message. More than one answer may be correct.

#1 Moleskine Adventures: Possibly Fine

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 12:27:00 +0000

This is the second page in the book, but chronologically, I created this first.

Old Artwork: a complete collection

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 18:43:00 +0000

Photography: Class taken at the beginning of this year.

Assorted Contact Prints and Film Prints.

2D Art Class: Taken at the end of last school year. Approx April-June 2010

6th and 7th Grade: work during various art classes. Be warned, there are some very strange elements.

^ this one needs a bit of explaining.

This was a preliminary sketch of a re-occurring dream I often had. It was made into a scratch-art project.

It didn't turn out well. The thought is what counts, eh?

8th Grade: work done on my own time because I attended nothing I would consider an artistic class.

Yes, it's Hitler. It was a visual aid for a history project.

This one is cute. But.. She's SO skinny compared to her fat head.

This one, I remember whipping up while at my cousin's house. They made fun of the 'naked' bodies ( I prefer to call it 'not yet clothed') so I drew this one taking care to draw the clothing first.

Hence the lack of logic.

Still in my awkward style.

I really liked this, but there's something really funky going on with her face...

I used to be a weeb *gasp*

Oh... the pain. So... incorrectly... ugh.

ink on the back of a Syberia 2 poster. LIEK A BAWS.

This cat is strange. I had a cat drawing book once. I still cannot draw cats.

I hope you enjoyed this, I plan on posting some NEW artwork soon, so enjoy the comparison ^__^

Reprogramming These Rusty Neurons.

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Mon, 06 Jun 2011 18:23:00 +0000

I'm going to stop telling you I'm busy. We all are. We're busy living, studying, working, worrying, crying, trying not to be afraid, pushing ourselves to do more, doing more...

I still don't have a camera. Don't screw up like I did; don't ever buy things you value from China. Money really isn't worth anything. The lesson learned, however, is worth it. Upon getting another camera, which is becoming stressfully imminent, I have plenty of old art projects I would like to archive. You can look forward to lots of posts then. Additionally I have 4, soon to be 7, art projects that are new. By "old" and "new" I mean completed in previous years and completed within the last few months respectively.

It's killing me that I don't have a picture to post with this...

School is ending for me, another summer approaches. Hopefully it will be better spent. No--I know it will.

I missed my purple prose... So here's a thought to leave you with.

Have you ever felt like nothing is in your control? Look up at the sky. Don't tilt your head, don't squint. Lay flat on your speck of the world. Lay flat and soak in the sky. Search as far as you can. You can't. That's the feeling. None of this is yours. None of this makes sense. And yet it's here, accepted, ongoing.

In the midst of this, you see the break. The clean-cut departure from sanity. From meaning. From life.

It's control. Everything entails control. Perception is your world, and what would perception be if you couldn't control it? It would be insanity, that's what.

Hold on to the only thing that you control. Yourself. Your reality. Your personality. Your meaning.
Don't grip too tight, because as the world spins around you, accommodation is necessary. Change is necessary to maintain constancy.

Happiness is a strong drink. A sturdy base of resiliency. A swig of fiendish, unconditional acceptance of reality and all of it's perceptions. A hint of hope, well mixed. Garnished with humor.

It's damn-well addicting once you've had it a few times, isn't it?

Luck

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Sun, 08 May 2011 05:33:00 +0000

Luck, and all of its bloody thorns. Trip me like vines. Bring me to the floor. Tear a little at my skin, but leave my heart alone. Let that bleed itself out. Alone.
It's better alone.

Am I still falling? Or are you dragging me now? I feel limp and taut, being pulled. Sometimes I'm not sure which half hurts more.
Break me in two.

Do I choose this? If I can't see the path, how can I pick which way to go? If I can't pick, can I stop myself from moving? If it's what I want, I'll find it. Maybe now, maybe later...
But maybe there isn't later.

If I can't seem to find my way. Maybe I shouldn't take another step.
Maybe I should die standing here.

There are all together too many and too few options. None being plausible.

This is what I wanted. Right? Funny how luck turns out...

Timing.

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Wed, 04 May 2011 02:10:00 +0000

Going through old poems. Seems like this one went beyond it's original intent, which I embedded into it so long ago. Fun fact: AABB type rhyme scheme is such a default for me that I think in rhymes. It really sucks when I'm trying to write more intricate poetry.

Isn’t this a wreck—a disaster

There’s nothing that’s faster

To get the end to start

She knows how to act out her part

Of course she does, what a stupid remark.

You can’t bear the stress

But Isn’t this mess..

What you’ve waited for?

No, you can’t ignore

How well you all play out your parts

Does it make you sick

proving the stereotype

did you think that it’s quick

but it’s lasted your whole life.

Every actor has his gripe

Every actress goes on strike

Who are you when the curtain closes

They’ve already thrown down the roses

Who are you when the curtain...closes...

Spring Sprouts

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Mon, 25 Apr 2011 07:06:00 +0000

Can I keep these seeds? I promised to hold on to them. I promised to remind myself, don't let go.
Don't ever let go.

Those were the days that I never noticed change. The horizon was clear. The sun constant. My grasp, steady.

I wanted to go back to those moments. Those youthful moments. Time was present, but I was not yet tangled into it's rush. Standing on the bank, wondering how fast the current is, how deep the river flows. You don't know until you are lost, living solely in time.

That current took them away. I was confident, that for the best reasons, I had knowingly let them go. I had let them free to find a new home, a new person to cherish them. Somehow, I knew that was not true. I knew that they had been taken, ripped from my grasp. And yet, I know, it needed to be.

So I could be afraid.

So I could realize one day that I had forgotten their meaning. So I could realize that I had dropped them. So I could be afraid I had lost them forever. So I could remember why I held them tight once. So they could relish in the open space and grow. And this time. I may grow with them.

But now... which ones do I keep?

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Wed, 13 Apr 2011 18:29:00 +0000

>Untitled, because this really doesn't deserve to be a post<

Okay, as you may have noticed, or... rather, not noticed, I haven't made a blog post in quite some time. And I haven't updated my 365 ensembles in a LONG time.

#1. I'm sorry about that. Mainly, I'm sorry to myself for not keeping up with blogging, but I'm sorry for those of you who do read my blog.

#2. My camera broke. Died. Committed suicide while I forced it to photograph a boring still life from an awkward angle for a class assignment. It's Dead. Therefore I haven't been able to take pictures of my outfits, or spring
---WHICH IS WARM AND BEAUTIFUL AND THE FIRST DAFFODIL POPPED UP---
or anything interesting to make a blog about.
Because... It .... burns my soul to make a blog post without pictures. Seriously. I've done it a few times... a few RARE occasions that warranted it... but I just couldn't bring myself to lately.

SO HERE'S AN OLD PICTURE OF MINE. I wanted this to be like the background for my blog/website/online database of me... and I wanted it to be an imagemap too kinda. It was too cluttered, and the wrong size and everything. BUT I had fun making it in photoshop. Most of the objects are just googled pics, cut and pasted and altered. But the effort is all mine. >> unrelated.jpg <<

#3. I found Tumblr. It's like half blogging half meme-ing, and 10% all those quotes and cliche things that people "Like"on Facebook. And it's perfect for short attention spans :D

#4. I am sewing insanely to finish costumes for an upcoming play!!! And the coffee is deteriorating my logic!! and.. and I ... the SPRING FEVER

And all, and all of these...

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Sun, 27 Mar 2011 05:40:00 +0000

DISCLAIMER: 'you' is not always the same. 'You' is forever different and directed as such, it certainly isn't you, unless it is. Yes, see that 'you' was directed at YOU, the reader.

Assuming that anyone reads this.

Worries, thoughts, questions... piling up like the papers and laundry on my floor. I miss you. I don't understand you... I want to. And yes, you did let me down--I deserve to be a little pissed off! I want to talk to you. I want you to stop talking to me. Why won't you grow up? I want to share everything with you. I want you to take me seriously. Please, trust me--I'll earn it. I want you to laugh with me. Everything is endless, but not limitless. As the walls of my mind close in, items are pushed, squeezed together to fit. Elimination by confrontation or by indifference. Which one to pick?
I was... I was anxious.

As I pass by these ideas, as people and time pull me into new worlds-- new, cascading fantasies of alternate reality which ultimately builds my own, and yet is entirely separate. Spinning into this net of him and her and yes, them too. And sometimes I don't like you. I definitely don't like you. You confuse me. I wish I could help you. I wish I was closer to you. I wish you would ask me something deeply personal, I'll always answer if I respect you. I never really know what anyone wants, even though I try to figure it out. You can always tell me, you know? But I don't know. Maybe I acted on that 'unknown'.
Maybe I was.. maybe a little confused.

And now, It's strange. I care. I always care... but yet in the most necessary ways, I don't. I love you, and I accept your faults.. hopefully you would do the same. I wish you would be the person I want you to be, but then that would be horrible--so don't listen to me at all because changing you won't make anyone happy. I wish something would happen, magically that would bridge the gap, but I can be content with myself now--that's new for me. I understand and I respect you, but I will not let anything get in the way of my will again.
I promise that to myself.

I have the best times with you; you really remind me that I can enjoy simple things, but does it matter in the end or is this just comic relief? You let me down, you let everyone down; you really aught to care a little--but that's okay, I'm fine without you. I appreciate the effort you've shown, I miss the times we've had--and yet I don't expect anything better, I can't expect anything from you, so anything you give... It's a pleasant surprise. I want to belong with you, I want to be a part of who you are, but I'm making my own marks; I'm steering from that path, but I never would have come this far without you.

All this amounts to is... I'm happy to be alive, and loving and hating and wanting and feeling everything that comes my way. I needed to feel this rush of air. I needed to breathe. No walls. Just air. I've wanted this, but I never knew what it would look like. Every tear I shed is joyous. Every fault, beautiful. Every failure, exceptional. My regret is forgotten, and my future is revived.

Certainly.... absolutely, I am happy. Though I leave room for more....

Solitary Sobriety

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Fri, 25 Mar 2011 02:53:00 +0000

Slowly, patient.. waiting for that silence whose grip I couldn't bear to hear.

To be completely honest, I'm scared to death that I'll disappear.

If you were here, somehow I'd be alright.

If this is really it... just take me home tonight.

I've lived for anything and everything I wanted to,

I never wanted to mislead... or lie to you,

All these questions and hopes are still filling my head,

If this is really it... forget everything I ever said.

Minds now tend to open,

If I fall apart I'm hoping,

That you would catch me like before,

If this is really it... am I wrong to want something more?

Waiting, silently begging for resolve

Somehow I feel I'm the only one involved.

What meaning am I missing in this haze?

If this is really it... I dread the coming days.

Just enough of the sky...

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Fri, 18 Mar 2011 18:17:00 +0000

The bland aftertaste of past awakening settles like mid-morning mist
Eyes opening to the light
Faint, shy suns hoping to see the world

And yet, they know nothing of what it is.

Intuition guides learning, and yet again the balance perseveres
This must be true this must be... perfectly right
This must be it

And yet I nothing of its limits.

Mind strays to idealities, coated in praise and adoration
New eyes see the through the mist, I can percieve the core once again
Everything feels true

And yet I know nothing of proven facts.

These things are not worrisome now.
Words create a world of vast, empty possibilities
Events fall into place and build a path

And yet I know nothing of where I'm going.

And yet, I know nothing but where I must go.

Fruit :D

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Wed, 09 Mar 2011 15:06:00 +0000

I love fruit! I always feel healthier when I eat it :D

And yes, this is a bit of a silly post, but I hope to teach you some info about fruit!

Did you know that fruit digests much quicker than other foods?

That's because it's made up of mostly simple sugars and water. Fruit shouldn't be mixed with other foods because the digestion process is very different for those foods. But apple pie is hard to resist >_>

This is a persimmon. It looks like an orange tomato, and the skin is fairly tough. But, it's all edible ('cept those leaves) and it looks kind of like an apple inside. The seeds are very tiny, so you can't really avoid them. This is so sweet, like honey and cream.. It's never quite what you're expecting from a fruit.

Bananas are super foods! Plenty of necessary vitamins and minerals that help chemical processes function. Plus they come with their own bio-degradable wrappers~

There are more than 7,000 types of apples out there, can you believe it? Everything from Ambrosia to Zabergau Reinette. Apples are fiber-heavy and great raw as well as cooked! The best baking apples are firm and of the tart variety (Granny smith), where people usually prefer sweeter kinds of apples to eat raw (Honey crisp, Fuji, Gala, Macintosh)

Did you know that seedless grapes abort their own seeds? That's why the seeds are barely there, but you can see some remnants. And because of an altered hormone level (yes, grapes have them too) the seedless grapes are smaller than the seeded ones. Often, the grapes are sprayed with a hormone to correct these effects.

Wild strawberries are often considered weeds because of the aggressive nature of their growth.

And limes... are awesome and prevent scurvy XD Personally, I like to make this lime-aid ice thing when I want something sweet and light.

1 lime, 1 TBSP white sugar, 1 C crushed ice, 1/4 C water.

I basically just take a small glass, squeeze a lime in it, fill that with crushed ice from the fridge, pour on some sugar, pour on a little water and mix around ^__^ yummy~

Hurting or healing?

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Fri, 04 Mar 2011 02:27:00 +0000

What if you spilled your heart on the floor?
What if you wrote down who you were, word by word. Not just your silhouette, but the true grit, blood and innards that you might not even realize are there inside of you. And you squeezed the mucous lined membranes, thin and frail like optimism for the hopeless. Blood gushes from inside your vicious grip and splatters like lies, forming a wall around your slowing heart. Arteries and veins, lying loose, like all of your ties to the world. Severed, yet again.

You lay there, tears streaming from your eyes, blood dribbling from your lips as your last human nature bursts out of your mouth like animals escaping a collapsing burrow. Their last hopes of survival drained as they become lost in the open, unfamiliar space. As your eyes frame their last moments, they whisper closely to you.

It's perfectly fine. This is completely normal. No need to be alarmed. What? did you expect to be different?

Suddenly the bloody pain floods again. Floods everything physical and otherwise. Coated, drenched, utterly soaking in sticky, sour realization. You're being pulled up, no longer dying.

You wish you were.

How could this be normal? How could everyone else be feeling this? Suddenly the sympathy dries and it's remnants crack and remind your tender heart of what bliss felt like. How can I be so insignificant? So average? Your hope, your belief, your world shrinks and shrivels, soreness spreads through the softer flesh of pride. How am I supposed to accept this? I'm just supposed to deal? Suddenly, too suddenly, you feel rough, leaden emotions harden and cover your wounds before you're satisfied with the amount of blood let. You tear at them, and bleed again just to have more become leathery and hard. Your malleable mind will soon be stiff and old. You'll loose the ability to build, to love, to live, to grow.

So, don't tear at your heart so viciously. Don't let them frighten you, it's only normal.

Childish...?

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Mon, 28 Feb 2011 23:15:00 +0000

Playgrounds are the epitome of fun...

No matter how dingy, rusted, or trashed a playground is, it still holds this fragile meaning of innocence and living in the moment.

Fragile, yet they are the strongest things I can imagine. They are sturdy worlds of unending freedom in childhood. Their memory stands strong, thought the thought is simple and worn of its details.

Castles of dreams, of possibilities, of imagination. Holding forever still, letting us experience what we could not comprehend as children. Fear of falling, these metal bars owe no favor to catch you. Pain from actions, rough walls can't coddle like a mother's arms. Open air, no roofs no walls to stop you or hide you. Momentous living, because you're never done playing and you never know if you're using equipment as its intended... and you don't care.

I wish I could climb a bridge and go back to that playground spirit.

THANK YOU

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Fri, 25 Feb 2011 02:18:00 +0000

I am so happy right now. I just am. With so many things changing in my life, I've grown. I've grown and I love it. I'd go on, but I'm sure you probably don't want to hear it.

AND THAT'S FINE! I don't care! : D I'm in love!!

I appreciate those who have lent me their patience in the past and present. I love you, and I can truly thank you now. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for all that you've done. You have truly helped. Each and every one of you.

For those who have given up in me, I understand. I had too. I'm not here to tell you I'm perfect, or that I'm fixed and nothing matters now. That's not true. This all started because I AM human, and I fucked up. But I loved it, and I don't regret anything I learn, no matter what the lesson is. I wish I could say something to make things better, but I have no idea what I would say. Honestly, this is all coming off-the-cuff. I'm overwhelmed. But just know, that I still love you. I still want you to be on the same page as me. I want to renew that, like I have with a few already.

So, I guess, I'm not asking you to do anything... just maybe, be a little open. Just listen. Then do what you feel.

Thank you. Just thank you. Thank you spare key for hiding yourself, thank you doors for being locked, thank you phone for being fully charged, thank you snow, thank you baths and music and friends and my mom and all the things that are helping me grow, thank you thank you life for punching me in the face so that I could double over and see what I was standing on.

Thank you, pure and honest thank you.

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Fri, 18 Feb 2011 02:54:00 +0000

Tear until you find the center. My center, my core, me.

Or is it truly me?

Are we like trees, and do our inside, earlier beliefs grow outwards to be seen by all, with the newest thoughts and dreams molding together in the middle, pushing all else aside? Or are we like playgrounds? with each adventure marking it's path on our outer shell, each layer of paint giving us new life and changing our perspectives as we age.

Can our insides see out to expect the future changes, or do we change of our own whim and chemistry? Can the outsides see in to understand what we've changed from?

Are you sure that what you've chosen is right? or that you've chosen at all? At each moment your capability to visualize your life, your goals, yourself... it is preciously held in high regard. Don't deny that you worship those ideals, that you pray for more meaningful dreams, that at each second you plan your life out-- you accept it as the most attractive truth. And when those visions morph, a clever backstage change, you recognize them, once again, as the new truth.

But it cannot be the only truth. Perhaps it is not at all true.

Failures and Foreshadowing

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Wed, 16 Feb 2011 17:38:00 +0000

Sugar cookies are hard to make. Very hard, except when they are rubbery.

I made a large attempt to create some cute cookies for this past Valentine's Day... the casualties grew to nearly two dozen. None were spared. All were unfortunately, hopelessly, not like normal cookies.

Bad food makes for good pictures?

Perhaps my inability to cook and bake recently is leading to something else entirely. A rebellion of taste, a revolution of what I eat.

A little spring

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Sat, 12 Feb 2011 20:41:00 +0000

I've been working on some digital art. 1) I'm donating it to an animal shelter called Rikki's Refuge. 2) it's helping me get some Illustrator experience, since I just got the trial a few days ago.

I know it's fairly simple, but for the minimal effort I put into it, I'm very pleased with how it turned out. These designs may be used as a t-shirt/ mug/ whatever design. So the simpler the better, I think.

Additionally, I've been working on some digi-art for me. I'm attempting to make costume/fashion designs using Illustrator, and it's a very new experience.

Oh, and here's a Hot Cocoa recipe. I made it up, and my family likes it.

Ingredients:

1TBSP cocoa powder

1TBSP sugar

1C cow milk/ rice milk

1TSP vanilla

Pour the milk in a saucepan and heat, but do not boil. Add in vanilla, sugar, cocoa, stir well, and allow to become homogeneous. Add more cocoa or sugar to taste. Don't burn your tongue! ^_-

School library

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Thu, 10 Feb 2011 02:08:00 +0000

Tell a story, tell a million. None of your efforts matter if no one listens.

Especially if you don't listen first.

What do you see, what do you hear, what do you want to pass on?

Who's listening?

The future is listening. It is listening for ideas to become currency. It is listening for mistakes to become guidelines. It is listening for expectations to fail. It is listening for minds to be shocked. It is listening to the tides of new, and new, and more new as each become old.

What stories will you tell?

Oranges. and nothing else

noreply@blogger.com (Talia) — Thu, 03 Feb 2011 00:52:00 +0000

Finally, I've made myself a new pencil pouch. I've been so busy lately, and my pencil pouch for school has been ripped and abused for much too long.

Yes, it's an orange slice... and that's because I love oranges. They're sunny and healthy--everything I like in my life. ^__^

The best way to pick out an orange is to look at the 'belly button' of it. That little circle that looks like the peel got stretched too far and exposed bubbles underneath? yep that's it. The bigger, the better, because that means it's more ripe and flavorful. Make sure to check for large discolorations too >_< bleh.

once you get a bunch of oranges... eat them up! They keep well for about 2 weeks at room temp, but you can put them in your fridge too. They don't oxidize too quickly, so you can peel them and eat them a bit later. Orange juice is good too, but the pulp and white fiber, called albedo, is nutritionally important too.

Oranges have tons of awesome stuff in them!

100% RDA of Vitamin C in one orange. C helps your immune system, teeth, blood vessels and much more!

Oranges, especially the white fiber stuff, contain bioflavonoids that help lower blood pressure and reduce cholesterol.

There's tons of vitamins and minerals:

vitamin A (eyes, hair, skin)

multiple B vitamins (regulate metabolism and use of carbs for steady blood sugar)

amino acids (building blocks of the proteins in our body-- hair, muscles etc.)

folic acid (it's actually a B vitamin. helps tissue growth and prevents some birth defects)

beta-carotene (lowers cholesterol and keeps your arteries clean)

potassium (regulates fluid levels and heartbeat. It needs it's partner...--->

sodium (works with potassium and also helps muscles and nerves)

iodine (regulates growth hormones)

phosphorus (bones, muscles and nerves)

zinc (helps you heal faster, and builds immunity!)

manganese (generally helps keep your body regulated. and it helps sex hormones work properly o_O

chlorine (helps digestion --HCl :D--)

iron (helps oxygen get to where it needs to in your body)

and even calcium (bones, of course, but helps regulate blood pressure too)

plus fiber! We need about 20 grams of that each day.

Now you know all about oranges. Congratulations.