Just cause someone is mean to you,
Doesn’t mean you are not favourable;
Just cause someone is harsh to you,
Doesn’t mean he is condemned.

Sometimes a person has to fail many times,
And it takes one victory to top it all;
Sometimes a person needs one victory,
To push him to achieve failure more.

More than often a choice is offered,
On a silver platter or with a whip;
Yet we are mostly blinded by stars,
To love or not, hatred should always bounce with a ping.

Love is not an illusion, it is a way to everlasting hope,
It is a privilege, a luxury, a truth;
To those who do not educate themselves, dimmed and buried,
The more you reject love, the more grief and sorrow you would carry.

Yet to the wise ones, do not let your advantage get the best of you,
One mountain do remember, there is always a higher peak;
Just because it is not yet discovered, doesn’t reject its presence,
Hop on to a comfy couch with what makes you contented, cheerios or maybe… Just some cheese!

A reputable person has what it takes to build an empire of followers,
A notable soul has what it takes to build an empire for the followers;
A theory, a judgement, an assumption, an experience,
Whatever you call it, we are merely explorers on a footlong journey.

One person’s trash is another person’s treasure,
Not to comfort but to bend for leisure;
Who’s right who’s wrong does it matter,
For one should focus on becoming better.

copyrighted | chopped & sign. a tout a l’heure!

x
R

One more month and it’s Chinese New Year. Probably a yearly 31st December is not enough to announce Earth that when the clock strikes 12, it’s a whole new year. Therefore the Chinese decided to make a louder announcement with their fire crackers, huge lions that dance on high poles, jumping from one to another and cymbals clanging onto each other, oh and not to forget the ear-muffling-drums! It is said to be the busiest festive all year round.

Do I miss Christmas? always. Specially during Chinese New Year.

Nusa Rhu

Driving along the padi fields in a white vintage car that resembles a Fiat 500, waves of wind came gushing in the windows. Meanwhile I was busy calming the loose strands of my braided bun, next minute I caught myself looking over to the driver’s seat, there he was mastering the ol’ ride’s stick swiftly. Humming to the same tune, after a huge disagreement from the night before, the long silence somewhat seems soothing. After a while or so, we stopped by a food stall along the coastline for some local delicacies.

Getting out of the car, he pulled me into his arms and playfully messed my hair. I swatted off his hand abruptly, till he got a hold of my hand.

“What is it?”
I looked hard at him, searching solemnly for whatever that I thought might help me piece out whatever it is.

“You broke the cold war.” and with that being said, a kiss and to be continued.

Started on the Strain the book now! Couldn’t resist a page-turner after all hah! Toodles x

Rowena

Live @ Royal Albert Hall London
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1DRDcGlSsE

“I could see music in architecture, or in the way a group of birds were flying in the sky, even about the texture of a wall. Everything is well connected.” – Einaudi, L.

If I could have the pleasure, I would dare anyone to perceive this world as it is meant to be seen, one’s perception is another’s misconception.

See through your very own kaleidoscope, what’s there to lose but to gain.

Tout l’amour! Till then.. x
Rowena

Ever experienced a dream so real you actually woke up catching yourself feeling breathless?
   Why do dreams occur?
   Would you interpret it?
   Are dreams significant?

I do from time to time, waking up to what was supposed to be a thoughtful morning call from Mr P, somehow things took a sharp turn to rockyroad but we managed a laugh after things cooled down. Speaking of insanity haha. He was of course, a gentleman to pardon me at that odd hour, under given circumstances.

When it comes to interpreting dreams, Dream Psychoanalysis – A theory which wouldn’t be foreign to any psychology major, pioneered by a well-known psychologist, Sigmund Freud who started as a neurologist, later known as the father of psychoanalysis. Freud (1900) considered dreams to be the ‘Royal Road to the Unconscious’ as our ego defence mechanisms are lowered during dreams, hence some of the repressed material come through awareness, albeit in some twisted form. Despite the fact that Freud’s theories are very likely to stir some controversial minds, I personally find them meticulously bold. So…

A tout a l’heure!

Rowena

Flying has never made it to the top of Scarlet’s favourite list. Jitters she gets during take-off, different air pressure high up in the sky from land, and of course, blocked ringggging ears… Whenever her ears are “stuffed”, she would say a lil prayer that her eardrums will not damage by overyawning……. maybe every 5 minutes she counted.

Mid air and immersed herself in her nicely wrapped paperback novel, a thought came swooshing across her mind… Final Destination… No, no, no. She squinted. Scratch that!!! Final Destination  .  Done.   She turned her attention back to her book, something else emerged, a familiar voice she thought. “I must be hearing stuff.. Oh silly me. But…..” Scarlet paused and thought to herself. Yawn.. yawn..

“Hey… you.” Oooh it gets louder, her heart sank. She looked from one side to another, wondering where did that sense of familiarity come from. 

“It’s been awhile hey? hehh..” he grinned.

Life. is. such…… she nearly squeaked but what happened to her voice!?? She managed a smile.

yet sometimes, you find yourself stuck in an equation that consists of something that’s made for a good shelf-life and someone you once knew fairly well

Classical music would be considered the basic exposure to all pianists, beginners start with the easier melodies, getting use to the palm arch, movements, eyes and fingers coordination. Also theoretical lessons that introduces the history of great composers, music transformation periods and such. 

One musician’s name made me giggled the first time I got introduced to his children’s piano pieces. Here goes……… Béla Bartok. I remember staring at my piano teacher searching for the same hint of humour the moment she decided that I get the proper pronunciation of such foreignity.
From then on, Mozart, Beethoven, Johann, Tchaikovsky were all in my books. The passion grew ever since. Somethings are meant to be enjoyable to oneself and not be made into a source of anything else. Take it as it is.

Semibreve rest. A 4/4 beat rest which you can find in most musical manuscript, shaped like an upside-down black top hat hanging under the second line of the stave.

Whether it’s for the strive for security, passion, the waves, the adventure, the commitment or the fun. There will be times when you feel as if you’re six-feet under.. Do remember, if your mind likes it to be there, just for a spasm moment, stay put. You’ll never always be stuck down under. At least…. it is in our very nature to fight. What are we fighting for? That’s a question of worth then.



2014. You ready?

Rowena

I have always been a spec-girl since the age of 9, and increases in short-sightedness (myopia) has not been a “what’s-next-on-the-platter” sort of issue. Finally, after years of TLC and maintaining the degree of my myopia above -5, I’ve felt that it is time to regain my perfect eyesight by going under the scalpel – Lasik eye surgery, no more blurry visions and fumbling through darkness in search of the spectacles again hoorah!!

Procedure was painless, though slightly unpleasant because you won’t know what the surgeon’s going to do next with your eyeballs being widely stretched and exposed *somewhat similar to putting on contact lenses but not very much the same*, the best thing to sum up ala doctor’s advice, no squinting… -.- not the easiest and most comfortable thing I’ve experienced… just imagine “Discovery Channel” — Restraining a duck from flapping its wings.

Love to be home, but not liking the weather and stuffiness as usual.. missin melby but all’s good set aside le’ drama-rama. Time to rest my eyeballs, hello perfect vision!;)

xo,
Rowena

Lifting the lid, a wave of steamy aroma came rising from the stew. Smiling, final swirl with a wooden spoon to make sure every single element was well coloured — the finely chopped garlic, diced onions, powdered spices, dashes of red and a bouquet-garni. Constantly reminding herself that the last thing she would wished for, was burnt stew and sending her next move to a halt. With no hesitation, Scarlet shoved the pieces of lamb cubes scattered on the chopping board into the jumble. A perfect way to sum up her masterpiece she glimmers.

Baa-baa stew, she calls it, has been sitting on the stove for approximately 6 hours to the tick, so did she, standing over the heat and looking after her pot of flavours. On a constant stirring motion, her stew overtaking her entire vision slowly, a witch’s cauldron started to bubble. Thinking to herself, what if all that had happened with Josh was nothing yet a perfected vision sculpted? “Ding!” Alarmed by a message tone, she snapped and remembered… DARN! Turned carrots should have gone in before the lamb cubes.

By luck or by charm. Above all but self harm.

Rowena