In the name of love!

Let's drive out stupid boys from the face of this planet.

Where is the best place to find cowardly lost boys these days?
The answer is college.

Most college boys are pansies.
They like to think that they know what they're doing. They like to boast. They like to feel great about themselves.

But they are lying to themselves...most the time.

The truth is, I really don't mind stupid boys being stupid. I don't mind their ignorance. I don't mind that they're horny. I don't mind that they are all cowards. I don't mind them being egotistic. I don't mind them getting drunk. I don't mind their obsessions to their "good-looks" which they've worked so hard on getting.

What I do mind though, is the existence of a stupid boy who desires to have a taste of a smart, intelligent, down-to-earth and undeniably beautiful young lady.
SHAME on you, you ugly pig headed scum!

How could a pig like you come to such conclusion that you have the ability and courage to take the heart of a young lady?
What kind of parents is this world breeding? Parents who are breeding the worst kind of boys.
Scums. Sick people.


You are wasting too much time and space on earth.

In the name of LOVE, be gone you ill creatures!

Cabbage Wabbage

Last day of March...

And it is SNOWING!

My room mate concluded that Mother Nature is having her period.

She is currently throwing a round of snow just to spite us, the silly earth folks of Minnesota.
It's good to know that I'm not alone in my girly pains.

Three and a half more days to my recital. And I am sooo behind in all my school work. My professors have been awfully nice to me by giving me extended due dates. They are way too nice.

Cabbage Wabbage

I will Fight the Good Fight!

4 more days to my recital!!
I am PSYCHED and freaking out all at once.

I realized something today.
For a musician, there should be no such thing as reaching perfection in music.
Perfecting music is like putting up walls of limitation to your ability as a musician.
Perfecting music places you as the owner of music--you being in control of the music, which indirectly implies that you are greater than music.
Do you think music needs your approval to be music? Hell no.
Music will always be music even without you.
It is great and we only know so much of its power...
By perfecting it is manipulating it which can only result in distorted beauty.

To answer Jimmy's question, my painting is hung on the bedroom wall of Paul and Linda Sun. They are my sister's in-laws.

Cabbage Wabbage

First day after a week of....

First day of class after my hectic week of recital prep.
It is so easy to get caught up in the list of tasks. You forget completely about who you are.
All the reasonings and passion that you once have behind each of your action water down.
And leaves you the feeling of nothingness, and pointlessness.
You become like a robot, only trying to do all the right things.

Where is your joy?
Is not one born into the world to enjoy life?
To enjoy the gifts?
To enjoy the creations?

There must be a way for me to love life even through its imperfections and challenges...

My mind is filled with anxiety, wondering what today will be like?
A day of discovering how behind I am in my responsibility as a student since I have offered my entire Spring break to my Recital.

Whatever it might be. It will be just another day, another week, another recital out of the entire painting.

I once painted a picture of a great hill. And decided to paint an up-close view of a flower covering half the view of the hill behind it.

Look Beyond was the name of the painting.

Truly, life is meant to be so much simpler than it seems.

Cabbage Wabbage

The Methods of Focusing

Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Listen to it.

Take another one...
Deeper than the one before.
Hear it.
And you exhale.

What does your existence reflect upon?
What do you describe?
What color are you?
How do you impact the universe?

BIG and DEEP thoughts that hold your internal substance together.

Now take another breath.
And let go of these thoughts.

Listen to your breath.
What do you have to do now?
What must you accomplish in the next hour?

Focus.
Do not let your worries come in the way.
When you worry too much, you become lazy.
You will want to move away from your tasks...

You are given a brain to think...and a body to do....

Make use of both of them.

Now, take your final inhale...and we exhale...

Godspeed
Cabbage Wabbage

Trusting Yourself.

You are who you are.
You are your own hero.
You have yourself.
It feels narrow. A thin line, but u must disregard the rest of the world and follow that path forever.

Seek for more understanding.
Explore yourself.
Your mind is greater than what you know of it at this present moment.

Grab a hold of it.and...and...SPRING!

Have compassion on yourself.

Listen to yourself.

Listen carefully.

Smile...You know what to do.

So DO IT!

Cabbage Wabbage

Diamond Covered in Dirt

Once upon a time,
God decided to bless a married couple with a gift.
Instead of wrapping His gift in present paper, He wrapped it in dirt in a form of a baby.

This gift was meant to teach the couple parenthood.
Once they received their baby girl, their hearts overflowed with joy. Her curious eyes brought them excitement, her tiny chuckles faint their dear souls.

For years and years, the gift kept silent. Like a secret, waiting in suspense behind the curtain walls for its grand entrance.

Time past, challenges fought, memories made...the gift grew as she matured.
It began glowing inside of her. It glowed so hard that
One day, it sparked.
***
No one else was there, it was just the girl and the gift.
What just happened? Did I just felt what I felt?
It was small, but strong.
It most importantly, felt right. Good. I am Content.

God looked at the married couple and said, "Well done, my Beloved. It is good."

Her journey has finally begun.
A gift that the Creator has decided to bury in a pile of dirt is finally beginning to burn.

Will she allow the gift to live and burn the universe in awe, or cover it in her dirt until the fire disappears forever?


--Oksana Bryn