September 29, 2014

Uelb - That's Blue backwards, you know.


Thanks for letting me be a kid.

Thanks for letting me dream.

Thanks for looking at my heart.

Thanks for making me smile.

September 27, 2014

September 26, 2014


Your words are as poisonous as your eyes.

I Love You Anyway

September 18, 2014

There Won't BE Any Shortcuts

Have you been daydreaming lately?!
... yeah.

Sometimes you just gotta kick yourself in the gut.
I promise this feels better than it hurts:

The time to work is now.  It is always now!!
I'm working hard, so I can dream later.

"Forget yourself and go to work."

There aren't any shortcuts to this.

September 17, 2014


For the weekdays:

6:00-6:30 Wake up
Daily, insightful, sincere, and meaningful prayer
7:00 Breakfast
7:30 Travel/prepare for school
8:00 Class
Fifteen minutes of scripture study.
Fifteen minutes of
9:30 Practice
10:30 Homework
11:00 Class
12:00 Class
1:00 Lunch break
2:00 Practice
3:00 Class
4:00 Practice
5:00 Homework
6:00 Practice
6:30 Dinner
7:00 Family scripture study
8:00 Homework
9:00 Practice/Homework
10:00 CHILL
10:30 BED


Multiple Key Method

Group 1: C G F
Group 2: D A E
Group 3: Db Ab Eb
Group 4: Gb Bb B

"The teacher, not a set of books, is the determining factor in quality results."

"Quality teaching is determined by the results achieved, not necessarily by the methods used."

September 16, 2014

It's only a little while, darlin'

 “The pain of being alone is completely out of this world, isn't it? I don't know why, but I understand your feelings so much, it actually hurts. ”
Masashi Kishimoto

“Her eyes carried
a certain kind
of silence that
begged to be
understood and i
felt as if i was
a scientist,
staring with eager,
feverant eyes into
galaxies that have not
yet had the chance
to be named.”
Testy McTesterson

September 12, 2014


“When I've thought about him dying - which admittedly isn't that much - I always thought of it like you said, that all strings inside him broke. But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe our ships think, or maybe we're grass - our roots are so interdependent that no one is dead as long as soneone is still alive. We don't suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters. If you choose the strings, then you're imagining a world in which you can become irreparably broken. If you choose grass, you're saying that we are all infinitely interconnected, that we can use these root systems not only to understand one another but to become one another. The metaphors have implications...
I like the strings, I always have. Because that's how it feels. But the strings make pain seem more fatal than it is...We are not as frail as the strings would make us believe. And I like the grass, too. The grass got me to you, helped me imagine you as an actual person. But we're not different sprouts from the same plant. I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well- but not quite perfectly, you know?
"Maybe, it's more like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And these things happen-these people leave us, or don't love us, or don't get us, or we don't get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack open in places. And I mean, yeah, once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable...But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And it's only in that time that we can see each other, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never looking inside. But once the vessel cracks, the like can get in. The like can get out.” 
 John Green, Paper Towns

For you

“It is quite clear that between love and understanding there is a very close link...He who loves understands, and he who understands loves. One who feels understood feels loved, and one who feels loved feels sure of being understood.” 
 Paul Tournier, To Understand Each Other


You said I write poetry.

I could make a profession out of a hobby,

but price always corrupts the real pay.

That's what the world does to t-he-art.

September 9, 2014

I'll find you

No one said you needed to read a book to ride a bike.

No one needs permission, a degree to start to walk.

Why, then, do we tie ourselves down to the ground with mentality that says we can't fly?

September 5, 2014

An entry

So, this is a blog entry that I wrote before the mission-age change two years ago:

You can see how God really turned my whole world into hope:

"I feel like I'm surrounded by all these people who belong and know who they are.
I've spent my whole life trying to fit in, but it's tearing me apart because it's hard, and I AM different:

I've been trying to balance my life in between two completely different cultures...
I'm an American-born Taiwanese, so at home, I literally feel like I live in Taiwan.
When I walk outside, I have to try to adjust and fit in as an American. - It's hard being true to both cultures at the same time.

When I was young, I went to a private school called Challenger, skipped 8th grade, and attended my local public highschool... I was so used to wearing uniforms everyday, and so it took me a while to figure that dressing in t-shirts and jeans was social suicide. - Fortunately, I picked up my own sense of dress...

It seemed that everyone had already established their cliques, so I hung out with my sister all of my freshman year (she was a senior)...  I felt so socially underdeveloped, and it didn't help that I spent most of my time practicing to win state/national piano competitions and trying to do well in school at the same time.

All this pushed me to grow up fast, and before I knew it, I graduated Timpview with my associate's degree and plunged into my piano performance major... I started the summer my highschool graduation, decided to save money and live at home, and have been taking classes back to back - no breaks ever since.

I'll graduate with my bachelor's degree fall 2013, if that gives you an idea of my unusual life...

I'm not saying all of this to brag OR to complain.

I just wanted to illustrate my own situation to people and encourage others to be open-minded and understanding. - Don't judge others or assume anything about them if you don't even know their history!
NO ONE is perfect.  Be kind. Be genuine. Be respectful.

Because in the end, we're all trying to find something to comfort our needs and worries. - I guess in that, we're all the same.

At least, to me, is comforting."

Feeling like this...

virus suriv


Wake up at three from a rancid cough.
Bathe in a tub at four.
Exfoliate your lips at five while listening to this:

Someone to Watch Over Me