May 31, 2011

And it's like this.

There's something about playing the piano with the windows open...

Hearing the birds, feeling that breeze run across your pedaling feet. - just like riding a bike... playing the melody seems so natural, and memorization becomes something simple... it's like I'm performing, not practicing. - Performing for all the natural things... you know - the rustling leaves, grass, clouds, and sky.

And it's like the melody is reaching the ears of people anywhere I want - All around the world.

And now... this has nothing to do with what I just said:
"I Feel Like a Fading Light" - Kim Taylor. - this is kind of a bad recording... it sounds so much better, really...

May 30, 2011

I solved it. I solved a puzzle.

And all I can do is LAUGH!  : )  hahaha

Ain't I a fool...

May 27, 2011

and all it is madness.

so i'll take a walk.........   .....      

ode to silliness

For instance...

Hopping muffins, and talking sushi.  :)

Also, that one thing on photobooth that makes your eyes look really googly.
AHHHH!!!!!!  YAAARRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


May 23, 2011

Silent Approbation

Past the shady tresses, eyes beholding...
Holding something but foreboding
Seeks her soul one solitude - a solaced figure, not her own.
In shattered spirit and mudded fingers,
Hope, not faith, precludes the light.

And but a tint of flaming gas,
may keep her wanted, a little lass
For crowded, sheltered, masked is she
until a fire is burned, a spark ignited and peace molded.

Silent embarrassment and precaution...
Previous measures still forgotten
And events unspoken, find a figure chanced to never look her direction.
And so is she... a timid version
of second notion.
And poetry, though interpreted, 

May 22, 2011

I look forward to this:

I'll venture 'lone with chromatic instruments, novels, scores and handkerchiefs. So long adored kin and ordinary spins... to far off places of interested similarity.

If I was a lyricist, a singer, a song writer ... I'd probably incorporate the above passage in a song.

All the frustrations, the unkindness, the hostility, the ignorance, the pride, the hurt, the shame, the loss, all the misunderstandings, all the hopes in vain, and the tears to be unsuppressed ----  can only be understood by a few people.

And even those people are so distant, so far away, that no comfort can be sought or hearts mingled.

2013- I'm glad to be leaving.  -  I'm standing - Proud I may sound - conceited - selfish - I'll be studying what I love with people who understand me - and though their hostility.  

The world is wrong.  
Sometimes, all I can think are thoughts grave and undelightful.  But in the end, I can't act like what I am not.

May 10, 2011

Zhong Wen.


Wo de mingzhe shi Chen, Shi Ying.
My name is Verina Chen.

Wo shi qi sui.
I am 17 years old.

Xian zai, wo zai shui Zhong wen.
Right now, I am learning Chinese.

Wo de baba, mama cong Taiwan lai.
My dad and mom came from Taiwan.

Wo ai tamen!
I love them!

Wo hen lei...
I am tired....

Wan an!
Good night!

May 9, 2011

Comprehend not. Bend 'til you break.

Close the shutters.
Shut out the light.
Kill the natural.
Reside within brick walls.
Miserably create the intangible.
Never promote a pleasure.
Associate only with the proprietor.
And fear to show pain.
Confine yourself to black and white...

Black and white...

Black and white...

And this to behold, to comprehend, by no one but your own. -

The unseen - your only companion.

And when set free... a chain round your neck... live not to be natural... a masquerader... and only express in coded words.

May 2, 2011

Lovely world.

I believe we live in a lovely world.

Even amongst trials and tribulation, loneliness and confusion, death and despair...  There is so much good!

No one can make you do anything.
You choose to act or be acted upon!
Making someone's day could be as simple as saying "hello", or giving 'em a sincere compliment, a pat on the back, a word of encouragement, and even a smile!
Tell them they're beautiful, tell them they're handsome!
Tell them one of your jokes, even they are lame... even if the moment is so awkward, you can barely breathe.  

We live in such a lovely world... filled with talented, happy, and caring people - people who understand one another and will always be willing to serve
Lovely is Lovely.
:)  I'm happy.  -  I hope you are too.

Little girl.

I remember....
Playing barefoot in the treehouse until our feet were covered in splinters...  we spent the afternoon in Dad's lap, crying in pain, as he dug 'em out with tweezers.

Making the perfect snowball with my snow-filled, velcro-flapped mittens.

Dressing Jon Jon up like a girl with our pink and blue baby blankets.

Cooking up some tacos made out of leaves, grass, dirt, and wood.

Racing up and down our street in bikes, roller blades, and scooters.

Sticking the helicopter seeds on our noses and pretending to be dinosaurs.  
Hanging tight on top of Dad's back as he bucked like an angry bull.
Going on pokemon and lego adventures.
Giving Mom a bouquet made out of grass and leaves.
Piggy back rides and rolling down grassy hills till we were dizzy.