2 in 1

Here I am again.
In CGE, working and bloggin all at the same time. The amount of tasks humans can juggle all at once and the amount of thoughts that stream through one's head are uncomprehensible.
Anyone who says that they never talk to themselves are lying. The truth is we're always thinking/talking to ourselves. We get use to habits and condition our thoughts into the same daily routines, but that doesn't mean our brains stop thinking for and to themselves.

Anyhow, my thoughts for today: Truth and honesty.
The best interaction that happens between two individuals is when both are completely honest and transparent to each other. No hiding, no running way, no pulling away. When you're being honest and truthful to your neighbor, you are also being honest and truthful to yourself. It goes vice versa as well. Being honest--speaking nothing but truth to yourself can only increase your sincerity and honesty to your neighbor. That's 2 in 1!
Fellow stalkers, there's a reason why there are so many of us on this planet.

Common sense, but how common does this happen?

Sometimes, we are so consentrated on doing that we forget to think.
Other times, we are so consentrated in thinking that we forget to pull our asses up and put our hands to work!

Heartily,
Cabbage Wabbage

Life Games

Sometimes, I wish people will start taking each other seriously.
Human emotions are not toys--they are not objects.
You should never never play around with them.

I keep making the same mistakes.
The game of life: Let's run in circles! YAY!

Can we all look at each other from a deeper level?

If you were to strip off your outter skin, what would there be left of you?
If you were a color, which would you be? Would you even have a color?

Pavarotti was once so great. Now that he's gone, how long will people keep recognizing his existence?


Cabbage Wabbage

Was it a Dream?

Was it a dream that once, in a wonderful time,
I was your heart's true love?
I remember it as a song fallen silent,
of which the strains still echo.

I remember a rose you tossed,
a glance so shy and tender;
I remember a sparkling tear when we parted.
Was it all, all a dream?

A dream as brief as the life of a cowslip
in a green meadow in springtime,
whose beauty soon withers away
before a crowd of new flowers.

But many a night I hear a voice
through the flood of my bitter tears:
hide this memory deep in your heart,
it was your best dream!

                             -Wecksell

Watch Me Leap

I'm a Junior in College. I'm 20 year-old.
It's finally sunk in. It's time to make my leap. What direction do I want my life to go?
Endless questions are streaming through my brain.
Am I staying? Am I leaving?
What does the U.S. have to offer to me? Does the U.S. have all that I need? Should I return home to pursue my career?
What is my career?
Time is ticking. The sand's running low.
Do I have all that to become the famous singer I wish to be? It all seem so impossible right now. So far away.

Oh, btw...Happy Thanksgiving you guys!

It's so weird how one mistake against a friend can effect the lives of 5 other people. This is truly a small world.
So, let's not forget to greet your neighbors with a smile at all times! =) A smile will make the difference.


A thankful heart is a happy heart.
Stay happy!


Cabbage Wabbage

Homesick

Thanksgiving's right around the corner. Once again, my homesick symptoms are back.
Loneliness. I wish my parents were here. I wish I have my family to visit this weekend.
On the brighter note: I am not alone. My sister's here. I have friends around. Not too many assignments. It'll be a fun weekend. I should be grateful with what I have. It IS thanksgiving, not mournsgiving.
Main reason to rejoice this weekend: Thanksgiving Sales!

Tonight will be my very first piano recital after taking a break from piano playing in the past 2 years.
I can tell you that excited is not quite the word to describe how I'm feeling right now.
Beethoven Sonata No.5 in C minor Op 10. No. 1

I love you, Beethoven! Don't haunt me if I screw this piece up tonight!

Cabbage Wabbage

Bicycling for the First Time

Singing with complete focus and being able to trust my musicality--allowing my ears to lead my voice and fingers. Not listening to myself, but being able to hear the music before my production.

After locking myself up in the practice rooms for a good 4 hours the past 3 days, I think I've finally understood what my music teachers and professors have been trying to teach me in the past decade.

This reminds me of the day when I rode the two wheeled bike on my own without Dad balancing me from behind for the first time.
"Don't let go Dad!" I yelled. "Don't worry, I will never let go, Sze Ling!" he said.
As I kept cycling, it got easier and easier. I loved it. The wheel kept spinning and I had a great balance. Excitedly, I looked back to face Dad and tell him how much fun I was having...only to find out he was miles away behind me. CRASH!
He let go. In fact, judging by how far away he was, I'm pretty sure he's let me go for quite a while by now.
Oh, but the fun. The freedom. The trust I had in my balance and the bike.

Nerves can really kill.

Cabbage Wabbage

Cloudy Out

You can only acknowledge beauty if you're able to acknowledge ugliness.

Yes, I've decided.
To sing each note like my life is dependent on it.

Yes, I've decided.
To do anything I want to do. And attain whatever I wish to attain.

But, PROCESS.

patience is the key for me.