Time Speeds in the Most Graceful Fashion

So, as I was making a soy mocha at the coffee shop, the memory of the time when Kathy taught me how to make a soy mocha occur to me.
I remembered how much I liked it. I was addicted. I believe I gained 10 pounds from drinking two of those in a day for one month straight.
Anyways, I started to see how fast four years has became...I can't even begin to comprehend.

You know, sometimes I find myself staring at the clock. Watching the movement of the second hand ticking away. Although the hour hand moves slowly, but it still keeps moving and eventually, it completes its cycle the way the second hand does every minute.
Circle...circle...round and round it goes...

It can be a scary thought. Time. And how it moves.
But it's beautiful. It depicts the truth of how life works.
Circle...circle...and round it goes...
You may have missed it when the hour hand stroke twelve, but there's nothing to worry coz it'll strike twelve again in twelve hours.
You may miss it again, but it's fine coz chances are you can see it happen again in twelve hours.

Time may make you feel like you've missed out and you need to catch up, but it gives you second chances everyday.

That's lovely.

Cabbage Wabbage

A Song for Today

La Mamma Morta by Maria Callas
And the angel approaches, kisses me,
and in that kiss is death!
The moribund body is my body.
Take it then!
I am already dead like it!

When the music rules over...

Cabbage Wabbage

The Best when It's Least Expected

Happy Sunday everyone!
I had a great Saturday and I didn't even plan for it.
=)
The saddest part about having such a great day is the fact that
you are never allowed to keep it forever.
The sun sets and a new day begins.
Whether or not the new day will be just as good really depends on what you make of it.
You may have successfully lived a good day yesterday but it doesn't really matter anymore.
Because life brings you new trials today. So be present.

I am about to study a new set of music this week. The repertoire includes arias from Simon Boccanegra(Verdi) and La Traviata(Verdi) and Romeo et Juliette (Gounod) and a couple from Donizetti's.

Big operas. But exciting, its always exciting to dive into something new.

Hope you'll appreciate your Sunday.
It's sunny and hopeful out. So LOVE IT!

Cabbage Wabbage

Im Fruhling

In Spring

Quietly I sit on the hill's slope.
The sky is so clear;
a breeze plays in the green valley.
Where I was at Spring's first sunbeam
once - alas, I was so happy!

When I was walking at her side,
So intimate and so close,
and deep in the dark rocky spring
was the beautiful sky, blue and bright;
and I saw her in the sky.

Look how colorful Spring already
looks out from bud and blossom!
Not every blossom is the same for me:
I like best to pick from the branch
from which she picked hers!

For all is as it was:
the flowers, the field;
the sun does not shine less brightly,
nor does the spring reflect any less charmingly
the blue image of the sky.

The only things that change are will and delusion:
Joys and quarrels alternate,
the happiness of love flies past,
and only the love remains -
The love and, alas, the sorrow.

Oh, if only I were a little bird,
there, on the meadow's slope,
then I would remain here on these branches,
and sing a sweet song about her
the whole summer long.

Joe Turner's Come and Gone

This is my favourite part of the entire play...


Bynum: I can tell from looking at you. My daddy taught me how to do that. Say when you look at a fellow, if you taught yourself to look for it, you can see his song written on him. Tell you what kind of man he is in this world. Now I can look at you, Mr. Loomis, and see you a man who done forgot his song. Forgot how to sing it. A fellow forget that and he forget who he is. Forget how he's suppose to mark down life. Just like you, Mr. Loomis, I didn't know what I was searching for. The only thing I knew was something was keeping me dissatisfied. Something wasn't making my heart smooth and easy. Then one day my daddy gave me a song. That song had a weight that was hard to carry. I fought against it. Didn't want to accept that song. I tried to find my daddy to give him back the song. But it wasn't his song. It was my song. It had come from way deep inside me. That song helped me on the road. Made it smooth to where my footsteps didn't bite back at me. All the time that song was getting bigger and bigger. That song growing with each step on the road. I used all of myself up in making that song. Then I was the song in search of itself. See, Mr Loomis, when a man forgets his song he goes off in search of it. Till he finds out he's got it with him all the time.

=)
Cabbage Wabbage

Moments

You wish you can take back what you've said.
You wish you can rewind time, and re-do the decisions you've made.
But what is there to change if everything has already been decided?
What is there to change?
What is the use to sit around and regret the moments that you've already lived?
You can't change it.
You can't take it back.
The moments gone.
And it will never come back.

Do you know what I'm saying? Well, what I'm saying is...
I think I'm done wondering how life could have or would have been.
I'm done being bound by thoughts that do not and no longer exist.
It's consumed my mind to the point where
I don't remember my song.
I don't remember myself.
I've spent too much time doing that.
Now, I just wanna stand up and walk,run, travel...
Find my song and sing.

Cabbage Wabbage

This Week

Is not really the best week.
So far, I've been utterly annoyed by quite a few people (including myself).
I feel as though I'm suffocating. My room mate next to me is very sick with some sort of sinus infection and pink eye. And my other room mates are just as crabby with the amount of homework they have to deal with this week.
Anyhow, gotta get myself some happies somehow.
Today's one of those days when all you wanna do is to have fun and some air to breathe. But you're stuck in a school of hell--having to deal with homework, annoying snobs, and sick viruses.
So, all you wanna do is to lock yourself up in the room, coz you can feel the beast inside of you pounding through your veins.
I got a paper returned yesterday and let's just say I've never received such a horrible grade for a paper before. 55 out of 100%???!!! His comment was, "this is a great paper. However, you did not follow my guidelines." Geez!! Speaking about control freaks!
So, I will be spending two hours of my life this weekend trying to re-write my paper, hoping that I am obeying his guidelines. Fun!

The world is really testing my patience this week. It really is.

Cabbage Wabbage