Piano and Information System student who loves reading so much. Own a dog and a couple of birds.
I'll sing you a song. A song from once upon a dream. Though not very long, Yet as sweet as any. About the morning dew and the chrysanthemums. That grew on a flower garden near the forest.
Takes me somewhere else. Where an old woman sitting on a rocking chair next to the window. Pink, white, yellow, and red flowers spread outside.
The rain is drumming on my roof. I try to make out some rhythm. As I always do. Some are angry. The other soothe them. I listen for a while. I get up and play a song. Chopin's.
She has a beautiful hair. Which has the same color as the sun and the stars. Her hair is waving, shining beautifully as she ran to her love. Who is sitting on a bench reading a book.
I hear your voice, As I listen to the sea. It sounds just like your breathing, And all the love that you want to give me. This love that is there, hidden.
Alas, His worst fears were justified. As the Heaven's roar and great hailstones beat down upon the proudly standing corn..
His limbs are now awakened from their repose by fear of lightning's flash and thunder's roar, As gnats and flies buzz furiously around..
Beneath the blazing sun's relentless heat, Men and flocks are sweltering, Pines are scorched. We hear the cuckoo's voice, Then sweet songs of the turtle, dove and finch are heard.
"You like a song that were made on 1918. You are so old-fashioned!" "I am. Thank you.".
Ariel. Listen to me. The human world is a mess. So true..
"What's the most used app in your phone?" "Opuss.".
If I can have 3 wishes come true, one of them is to have an iphone that the battery is always full :p.
And try to be the first one who reaches out a little To give to those who do not have It only takes a little But perhaps you don't know That what you give Is what you'll have.
Yes, now it's you In my dreams and plans And in my fantasies You, who's close to me, so close to me Who's part of me So inside of me Like a feeling You're the words and the music For a new song.
Led by the festive sound of rustic bagpipes, nymphs and shepherds lightly dance beneath the brilliant canopy of spring..
On the flower-strewn meadow, with leafy branches rustling overhead, the goat-herd sleeps, his faithful dog beside him..
Springtime is upon us. The birds celebrate her return with festive song. And murmuring streams are softly caressed by the breezes.
To decide quite simply What's right and what isn't You feel we'd be A whole lot happier.
When the dog bites When the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favourite things And then I don't feel so bad :).
I got Timmy Turner goldfishes and whoops-a-daisy. All of my assignment would be finished!.
"Beautiful music is the art of the prophets that can calm the agitations of the soul; it is one of the most magnificent and delightful presents God has given us." Martin Luther.
Professor : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son . Student : Yes, sir. Professor: So, you believe in GOD . Student : Absolutely, sir. Professor : Is GOD good . Student : Sure.
"True love begins when nothing is looked for in return." Antoine De Saint-Exupery.
"If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people together to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.".
What people say behind you. Not what the say before you..
Mr. Bluebird on my shoulder. Singing a happy song. For a happy day. The Rain come. Mr. Bluebird flies to his nest. Meeting his wife and children. There they sing a happy song in the rain..
Oh whatever. I'm stuffed. Got a headache. I'm just going to sleeeeep. .
There was a garden where you usually waited for me after class. A garden with two swings. There we talked and talked. About your dreams, my dreams. There we laughed and laughed.
What's inside is hidden from the eye. While beauty is found within..
Oh how I miss my piano so much. Away from home for too long always make me feel this way :(.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair. Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Remember me of one who lives there. He once was a true love of mine..
The sunflower that I love now resting in my diary. The story of princes and princesses in the forest swing will remain as memory.
Karajan is a genius. Too bad I haven't been born when he's still alive..
I miss the day when I was so carefree. New released book. "Bookstore, I'm coming!" Bored.
Sometimes I wonder whether I'm too childish for liking fairy tales and cartoons. But what can I do. I'm simply loving them..
God writes Gospel not in Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers, and clouds, and stars. - Martin Luther.
Why is it only in the early of the morning I got the willing to do my tasks. Phew...
"A bad book is as much of a labor to write as a good one; it come as sincerely from the author's soul." -Aldous Huxley.
"I'd much rather be a woman than a man. Women can cry, they can wear cute clothes, and they're the first to be rescued off sinking ships." -Gilda Radner.
Through it, I could tell approximately how many people using Opuss because I'm pretty sure I'm one of those with the lowest rank. haha.
Books are a finer world within the world..
I hate sunny days, I'm still in love with sunflower..
Sitting at the front rows, like always. Exactly in front of our lecturer, like always. Sometimes I wonder how is it like to live so carefree..
May you dream about fairies, elves, and dwarves tonight. Wake up with a smile and new spirit tomorrow morning..
As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love... a Beast?.
The Rose she had offered, was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year..
Somebody with attitude and manner is always way cooler. .
At these times of every semester, a voice at the back of my mind keep telling me, "You still got a lot of tasks to do. Have to diligently working on it. Don't waste your precious time.".
It's okay to have a big dream. Therefore even if you fail reaching it, you won't fall too far..