Of Refine and Perfection

~Of Passion And Passages~ I simply adore this phrase

I shall speak & make haste cause there's no time to waste! XD Actually that's because I'm pressed for time doing my piles of homework. Just so you know.

I had a dream last night, it's probably the best and most beautiful dream I had in such a long long time. I dreamt of summer! The elicits daydreams filled with diffuse golden sunlight, warm breezes carrying sweet floral notes (by me XD) sitting near a creek with my violin in hand. The soothing monotones of bees humming by and indulgent afternoon naps in a well-paded hammock. The scent of peppermint leaves and fresh dew and no to-do-list in the way. Gosh it's fantastllica! But it's just a dream. Something not for me to have i guess. Summer meant digs into more school work, music, unfolding schedules of things to do.

Joe thought me an unusual way to look things round. Which I really thank him for. He got a tattoo which reads, " I get to: " Yup that's all that it had to say. He told me if we thought it this way: I get to go to school, I get to do this I get to do that, everything would seem a whole lot better!
He exposed me to this heightened sense of inspiration, this abandoness. He'd say to me: "Play the violin, do not worry and do not fear. Be yourself, just go out there & let yourself go". Captivating isn't it?

Anyway, to cut to the chase, I've got some drawings to show! By sessions with the budlets XD

Pen and paper~ I own

this is so fantasticallie sweet! Tina owns

I'm Lucky Star! haha anyway, Delia owns

Yi Jie owns

Of passion. Tessie bear owns

* Pumpkin Pie *

Oh Yeah~ verbal diarrhea

Spent my unearthy morning writing a new song. It's not quite done yet, but i've decided on the title already! Quick eh? It's called PUMPKIN PIE and it's absolutely awesome! That much I can guarantee.

Lyrics would be up soon~on my next post with the complete music version in a pack hopefully.

Pestered Evan till the both of us turn green in the face to go for violin practise today so that we can work on it together also on Kashmir (the freaking crazy violin piece) as well.

Felt kinda bad dragging him from his hayday since he had been going without sleep like a zombie for a couple of days. Oh well, on a lighter tone of things, much credits will be honoured for being my co-writer! I'm a girl of my words>>>>>> unusually ^0^

Oh...It's just like pumpkin pie~ XD

Up-Beating

Trying to keep myself on the upside of the street! When I come undone, you bring me back again. Back under the stars & back into the run~
If I had my way I'll NEVER get over you. Anyway, I don't want to talk about it and i don't want a conversation. Sometimes, I just want to let my violin do all the talking for me and we'll see what others make of it. Guess I'll never be able to get round this guilt of mine with whatever else I was able to get round over.
There seems to be a speck of serene entity I discovered at the beach it seems, giving me a sense of comfort and security. I HEART my shiny new bike! Cycling at East Coast every Saturday morning is a must than and again. However, by driving there doesn't make much ecological sense at all. So I'll let my bike or skateboard start their engines. Anyway it's a green situation. Green as in paddling till i'm green in the face and going mother-nature green.

The idea of sun-drenched backdrop of Parisian streets and cafes suddenly dawn on me.
There's not much going on today and look at the time, i'm really bored it's getting late.
Ok, i'll stop gushing
Chiao Bella

Hold On

BUSY! TIRED! but still PERSEVERING! yeah....that's the spirit! haha it's been really "eventful" this week. Not to mention getting into trouble with the school's law. I've got a poem to share. Out of pure pleasure. XD

#Sunday#
This is the only day you live.
You lie the whole morning
In the lotus shades of dreams
Unfolding that so many schedules
The busy week forbades.
If only you could get around the endless wall
And the corridor of tomorrow;s work, the dull grey stong
And Pavlov bell that daily regulate the bone!
If only you could hitch-hike round the world!!!!

So you make the best use of this one-day parole,
Fancying the freedom of birds,
The beauty, the sheer ease of flying.
And you think how even the newspapers
Have become increasingly dull
And full of half-truths
That will beguile the mind once it relaxes,
Relapses, into habitual recesses.

you wish for some means of escape,
Of following the career of the flying birds
Away from those routine horizons
The cage-bar stairways.
you wish for more Sundays
And quiet, and more freedom,
To sleep, abit longer
That are the days you are really ALIVE!

XD