a small shower of happiness

I LOVE RAIN. RAIN IS BEAUTIFUL. RAIN IS ELECTRIFYING.
As you can see, because I am hyperactive right now due to the rain.
At first, it was a slight patter, a few raindrops kissing the damp ground as petrichor filled the air.
Crystalline drops ricocheted off the window and ceiling, beating a steady lullaby into the evening darkness. Streaks of gold-tinted rain marked a wide-striped pattern under each street light, and the moon was shrouded in a cloud fur coat. The only shimmering specks in the sky were drops that had caught a bit of light, replacing the stars hiding behind their celestial curtains. The patter grew into a rattle, and the city was eventually enclosed in a whirling storm, spraying great raindrops in a myriad of directions, each hitting a surface or the ground and melting into a puddle. Small streams caught leaves on the sides of streets, making perfect little boats for frogs and fairies. Such torrents continued into the morning, and the lullaby that once had everyone drifting off into the dream world woke them up gently to the same pattering. However, quite contrary to popular belief, what this storm brought was not moping inside around a dreary fireplace, but laughter and joy as bright-colored jackets were donned and children ran out into the rain, leaping and splashing around with everyone else.

**It has been a long time since I've posted, and I am so sorry about that! At last, school, finals, and the holiday rush is over, bringing me a peaceful December 31 to transport me and hopefully all of you  into a safe and wonderful 2016!**

definitions matter

I whipped the wooden paddle back, preparing to execute another rampage of beating. I cracked the blunt weapon against his smooth, round, red skin. Drops of blood-red splattered against my hand, leaving stains after I wiped them away. I licked my fingers, savoring the tart sweetness. He stayed silent. Giving him a hard look, I tapped him twice before drawing the club back once again to strike the garnets out of his pockets. I pummeled once again forcibly, showering blows left and right upon his helpless skin, watching in satisfaction as more jewels rained from their hideaways. I grasped him by his sides and turned him over to reveal the white skin on the other side. Satisfied that there were no more gems to be found, I tossed him in a black plastic bag and walked away with my bowl of ruby red pomegranate seeds.

accidents happen...

Hello everyone!
whoops :)... If you find that your comment has been deleted, it's most likely an accident unless your content is extremely offensive... and when I mean extremely, I mean... EXTREMELY :) so don't worry about that...
Me accidentally deleting comments is because I always want to reply, but instead I remove the content instead... so bear with me, please... thanks <3

Accidents happen all the time, and they range from earth-shattering to clumsy mistakes.
I like to think of my life as a work of art. Instead of covering a mistake up, I make it part of my path, and who I am. There is technically no such thing as a mistake. Sometimes, I think it's like life telling us to stray off of the road that we have built for ourselves, for us to fall off a stepping stone and discover the little fish in the water. You can always find a way to keep going from the mistakes in your daily life... think of it as a FRESH start, a yarn ball just waiting to be unraveled.

fresh

fresh...
the smell of freshly printed books
petrichor, a fresh, earthy scent
fresh fruits, sweet yet tart
crisp, clean, fresh clothes, still warm from the dryer
(actually we hang our clothes up to dry them when weather permits... eco-friendly :) )
a fresh start, a new world
cold, fresh mornings
fresh, breezy evenings
crunchy, fluffy, fresh snow
freshly brewed coffee
tea, fresh and relaxing yet invigorating
nothing's ever just "the same old"
not even homework, or school, or any work you need to do...

what is flash?

Hello all ye loyal who hail from around the world!
Flash is something that I will be working on...
They are short little tid-bits on one subject that I write for you to ponder its meaning. They convey a whole story or scene.
This is actually quite hard to do...
Soon, flash will also encompass shorter stories...
Short poems will continue stay in poetry.

eyes

deep pooling colors, steeped in soul

fox

starving fox, red fur flash... blood

life of a rose

You wake up and look at the table next to your bed. The pure, white rose has always been there for as long as you can remember, never wilting. Its silky petals are as fresh as ever, even though it is as old as you, and its stem is still a young, spring green. Ten years old. Throughout this short decade that you have been alive, you have never thought of anything remotely unwholesome. Any trouble that might have entangled you was all on accident, or it was excusable because of your childish innocence.

You are eighteen now. The world you live in simply will not allow any one person to be as unsullied as you were as a little boy. With all the difficulties of life hurling your way, you must sidestep them and sometimes cheat. The only aspect that remains constant is your white rose. Every night, with troubled thoughts battering your brain, you find it hard to fall asleep, so you stroke the silky smooth rose petals. Although the petals are soft, the stem, still quite fresh, is covered with thorns, and you are careful to not touch them. Inevitably, you prick your finger. A pearl of blood oozes out, but that is not what catches your attention; the stem is now black. Shocked at the transformation, you quickly return the rose to its crystal vase.

This year, you turn thirty. You have built your way up to the top through lies, cheating, and artifice. Even with your success, the guilt and fear of having your secrets divulged continues to keep you up at night. Your only comfort is the white rose. The black stem is still there, but the flower is still white, and that relieves you. You stroke it every night. Months later, you realize that black veins tarnish the white petals. However, this does not stop you from finding comfort from the rose. As you turn thirty-five, you realize that half the rose is black. This darkens your spirits, reminding you of the falsehoods you have told.

The rose is black, and you are fifty. Living in a fine mansion, you have already achieved everything that you wished for, but you don’t deserve any of it. Although the texture of the flower still provides you comfort at night as you battle with insomnia, the pitch darkness of its previously snowy petals sends chills down your back. This last bit of comfort in your life has been pushed away from you, and you decide that although the glamor is surely a plus, it is better to confess and live where you truly belong. The next day, you tell your publicity crew all that you have done.

It has been ten years since you divulged your long-held secret. You are slowly working your way back, and you live in a cozy cottage in the countryside, a welcome change from the bustling city life. You have brought your rose along with you, even during the time in which you were imprisoned. The insidious black blood in the rose is slowly seeping away and disappearing, and you are glad to see a glimpse of pure white again, bringing you back to your innocent days.

At age sixty-four, you bring your rose with you in a journey around the world to enjoy all the places you have visited but was never able to truly experience. Giving to the needy and amassing pearls of wisdom, your rose seems to shine brighter than ever in a blinding white gown with only a bit of iridescent gray shimmering near its stem. You sigh, for although this could never match the fame and power, your new life has an innocent yet profound beauty that cannot be equated by the past that taints you forever.

description of a writer's block :)

My creative juices are frozen in my feet,

I stomped on them all day.

They’re still not coming to my head,

So I guess I’ll just let them stay.

satisfying things in life

finally getting rid of a stuffy nose
being outside at night
seeing an animal looking at you
animals that aren't afraid of you
having something to look forward to
emotions (think about it: without sadness, there would be no happiness)
random philosophical statements YOU think of
time to unwind
a good story
tea :)
traveling
getting over jetlag
compliments from the heart
giving to others
solving a problem
accomplishing anything
grass fields
electricity
water
snorkeling, diving
fire
s'mores
danger
fear
^^ (if you've experienced both and survived, that's great... some people give up too easily)
catching something when it's falling
the feeling you get when you're completely into a book
those people in life you always look up to
seeing the difference between real friends and not very good friends (no, not like acquaintance, I mean the types that only like you in certain conditions)
being alone sometimes
sleeping after a long day
waking up refreshed
the smell of coffee
good memories
feeling safe
feeling content with everything
sitting back and looking around
making a good comebacks IN TIME :D (no one likes l'esprit de l'escalier)
playing music you want to play
singing with no one judging
a random boost of confidence
knowing that someone trusts you
petrichor

before this gets EVEN longer, I'd like to stop and let you think of some things that are satisfying to you... the list goes on forever, so don't you ever think that you have nothing to live for or to look forwards to :)

flowers

sometimes it's nice just to stop and look at little things
especially when we're very busy
so here are some flowers from various times and places
because we all need to remember that life isn't all work

thoughts and rants #3: thumbs

Thumbs have many uses...
You can twiddle them, pick objects up with them, stare at them, pick at them, etc...
They also symbolize many things
Some meanings are good, some are bad.
"She sticks out like a sore thumb"
"Wow, he has quite a green thumb"

Let's take the meanings literally right now...
Sore thumbs stick out, apparently.
Well, I bet if someone had a green thumb, that would stick out too.
Then, why is a green thumb good but a sore thumb bad?
Our opposables would be quite noticeable if they were green, wouldn't they?
We could all try it one day and paint our thumbs green.
I bet that a lot of us would probably think twice before doing that...
"What would people say? Would I look weird?"
Chances are, society would probably say that it's strange.

So why is this strange?
You could say that maybe, it's because genetics have made us think that whatever is strange means that you are sick.
Or maybe, you could say that even though in different places, customs are different,
and customs have changed through times, we're expected to try to be cool or fit in.
But why does "cool" mean to stand out, or to lead a trend?
Trends could have never happened if there wasn't one sore thumb who decided to one day be the fish swimming the other way.
It's not bad to follow a trend, though. I follow whichever ones I like.
Personally, I don't like it when people blindly follow trends just to fit in. (you are entitled to your own thought)
However, I think I do that sometimes...
We weren't made to fit in.
So let's all be sore thumbs in our own special way, not just to create a trend, though...

*this thought came to me while I was twiddling my thumbs :)

modern treasures part ii

Hey Guys,

Remember Modern Treasures?

At Modern Treasures, you can find precious pieces that range from cute to classy and chic.
Here are some pictures of one product that Mahika makes. It's the savannah necklace :)

flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul. -- Luther Burbank

but you'll see that beauty is a fading flower -- Fading Flower, Yuna

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modern treasures

Hey Everyone,

A good friend of mine, Mahika, has created an Etsy shop that sells amazing handmade jewellery!
It's called Modern Treasures. She's having a chance to be featured on Girls' Life magazine, and win $1000 to start her business AND a trip to LA to meet important female entrepreneurs!
I would love for such a wonderful friend to have this chance, so please vote! http://girlslife.com/Voting/StartYourBiz.aspx

Thank you so much! Love you all :D

the hatching part ii

Hi Everyone!

GUESS WHAT -- THE CHICKS ALL HATCHED ON AUGUST 25!
One was taking a little longer, so it hatched early morning August 26, but yep :D
School has started, so I'll try to continue this as much as possible :)
The five all growing so fast, and they already have adult feathers on their wings!
Their names are Sorrel, Hazel, Nocciola, Buttercup, and Daisy. The two yellow ones are Buttercup and Daisy :) Here they are for you to enjoy... and also the Circle of Life

Welcome Sorrel (thick brown stripe), Nocciola (two white stripes), Buttercup (two darker stripes), Daisy (most yellow)

fetus Hazel :)

 from the day we arrive on this planet

to the blinking steps into the sun

there is more to see than can ever be seen

more to do than can ever be done! but Sorrel is too sleepy right now...

 peek-a-boo!

"what are you doing to my children"

#modelstatus

"i do not accept paparazzis."

 she is such a wonderful mother -- all the food that she finds, she gives to her babies :)

that's why she's so skinny compared to usual :)

the hatching

okay so the next post will be really really long :) just saying. so feel free to skip that one
BUT

HOLA I'M BACK LOVELIES!!!
My pet hen is hatching little chickies :)
I'll include some pics of them when they hatch, but as they say, don't count your chicks before they hatch (or something)
Of course, such happy moments can only share the spotlight with sad ones, too. She accidentally cracked two of them, and one of them was just cracked yesterday.


**SKIP THIS PART IF YOU DON'T WANT TO FEEL REALLY SAD... OR MAYBE SOME OF YOU WILL FEEL GROSSED OUT**


When I saw that she had cracked the egg, the heart was still beating, and it felt so sad to literally throw a life away. I have raised chicks before, so I felt that this little embryo could have grown to become a beloved family member. There was no choice but to throw it in the trash can, but later on, after I finished everything else, the heart was still beating :( For me, it was more sad than creepy. So, RIP Daisy, you died too soon.


**OKAY YOU CAN READ NOW**

Anyway, there are still seven eggs, and I'm hoping that they'll all grow into wonderful chickens, although roosters can be a bit annoying :/

adventure time :)

From July 26 to August 20, I probably won't be blogging much. Why?
I have a National JCL (Latin) Convention in Texas (I'll try not to die from heat :D) and I'm going to Europe (mostly Switzerland, to be exact), to visit my brother, who is working at CERN.
I'll keep you all updated as much as possible.
See you soon!
Don't have too much fun without me :)
No, just kidding. Have the time of your lives if you wish :D

international

While I was looking at the stats for dewdrops, I saw that I had some views from Australia, Germany, Canada, the UK, and my country (of course), USA. 
(Yes, I'm American. But sometimes, I still like using... what do you call it? British spelling? I don't know, sometimes I force myself to change.)
I practically cried. 
Although it might have been a cursory glance, I'm still just so happy that this blog and my thoughts have gone across the world without me even leaving. There are endless possibilities! Who knows where it will go?
As someone who travels, I love the fact that this blog is traveling on its own, and my thoughts are, too. Of course, I can't experience some things that I can by physically traveling, but it's possible that I experience things that I can't experience through going there.
Help me travel with my blog, and interact as much as you can! Post constructive criticism, and any other comment or question :)

It's really late here, and I should probably go sleep. Gute nacht!

:D I say that to my chicken every time I put her in her coop for the night, along with buenas noches (Spanish), bonus nocte (I take Latin), wan an (晚安)(Mandarin), buona notte (Italian), and good night ('tis English). Those are the only ones I usually remember to say... so help me and tell me all the good nights you know in the comments!

thoughts and rants #2: boredom and leisure

I feel like I'm drowning in work :)
Even though it's the middle of summer, I have essays to write, instruments to practice, Chinese to review, blah.
But... BUT... that's alright! When I'm able to take a break, I truly appreciate it. There are times when people feel bored. I'm a person, so naturally, I feel bored sometimes. No one likes being bored.

However, I think that all of us should appreciate having the time to have nothing to do. When I am bored, I complain about having nothing to do. When I have something to do, I complain about having too much work and no leisure time. It's like society today. The space of perfection between too much and too little is barely as wide as a hair. It's practically impossible to be perfect. The time in which people are bored is actually leisure time. People complain about having no break, but that's just a mindset.

Boredom is a kingdom in which you rule like the Queen of Saigon. You have no power, and you rule over nothing. Boredom is black and white. No, not even black and white. Every color has its own beauty. It's truly nothing. Boredom is a sinkhole where every emotion is smothered and swallowed up to create a mess of sludge where the bird of your soul is trapped. It's only when you change the mindset, switch to another key, can you open the vile cage of hardened filth. Think of this empty slot of time as free time, leisure time.

Leisure is when someone unwinds, reflects, and imagines each possible path thinkable that is ahead of them. Without this precious time, work can trip you up and send you falling down an endless spiral, stumbling before you see what is ahead and realise that you have repeated a mistake that has been made too many times. Maybe you don't want to think about the past or the future. Think about now, or contemplate something. Anything that goes into your mind. That's the beauty of it all. Leisure time is like a room with an infinite number of open doors. You can walk through any of them, wherever you choose to go, yet you can always find your way back to the main atrium. However, each time you return from an exploration, the atrium is filled with one more treasure gained from the journey.

So, which path will you take? You have a full set of keys, but which one will you choose to use?

diving

** after days of CLOSING THE TAB ON MYSELF and COMPUTER CRASHING and OTHER CATASTROPHES and SUMMER STUFF, this is finally up!!!

Hey peeps! As probably all of you who follow me regularly have noticed, I've been MIA these past weeks (YEARS)... I don't want to give any excuses, but I'll explain :) does that make sense? So for two weeks, I've been at this ballet camp that is pretty much the whole day and then I have piano, violin, etc. etc. afterwards. And the weekends, well... there's a reason why I created this post!

Through these past two weekends, I was completing my PADI Open Water Diver course... a fancy (fancier) name for a beginner recreational scuba diver.

On the Friday of the first weekend, we had a class. Yep, a classroom class in which we reviewed the manual that we had to read. I tell you, even though it seemed pretty short, it was torture to read through :) especially since I had to cram it all in. On Saturday, we had a morning of class and then headed to the pool for our first dive! Yeah, even though it was in a pool, it was quite enjoyable just to swim around and breathe underwater... without a limit to your depth as with a snorkel. Then on Sunday, we finished the skills in the warm, filtered water. Quite mundane, if I were just to read about it like you, but in truth, it was really quite worth the HUGE weight of the gear.

The second weekend, however, was something that I could have never mentally prepared for. Sure, it may seem small compared to other activities, but I thought that it would be as easy as the previous closed water course. I had to wake up at 5 in the morning. Luckily, I didn't have to do the driving (I can't anyway :D). After eating just a hard boiled egg and drinking some milk, I prepared my gear and wriggled down to the shore, thus beginning the shore dive. There are two types of dives--boat dives and shore dives. Shore dives are harder... Instead of jumping in, one must crawl or walk painfully in until the blessed waves soften the pain of gravity :D The skills that seemed so easy in closed water were hardened by the freezing temperature and my mind seemed as if it were fogged up by the low visibility. When I ended the first dive of the day, I saw stars... kind of... The hood was choking me (a little), and I felt extremely uncomfortable in my wetsuit. Not to mention that I was also dehydrated and nauseous. By the second dive, I felt like I couldn't breathe or move. Luckily, the dive was short, as we only needed to repeat two more skills on that day. My buddy and I were called up early as a few others continued their little tour of Breakwater Pipeline, Monterey.

Sunday was much easier, with only two more skills to do. We had another little tour through the kelp, and we found little decorator crabs, sea hairs, warty sea cucumbers, and much more. After that first quick dive, we planned a dive ourselves with our buddy. We planned to go along the wall to see whatever was there. Guess what? I kinda got lost on that dive :) Anyway, I wasn't planning on seeing some of the creatures we saw down there so close to humans. We saw an ocean sunfish and a tiny octopus. We also saw sea stars (yay! they had a big die-out earlier) and nudibranchs. There was also an array of other flounders, crabs, etc. etc. At the end of the day, I was tired, but happy this time.

Try diving yourself! It's a gorgeous experience :)

chronicles of a frog's journey

the sky was beautiful.
the little wonderland was filled with little surprises.
a frog had a photoshoot.
(i was talking to it in a british accent... my neighbours probably think i'm crazy :D)
so let's all enjoy the little things.

 i found him on an aloe vera plant when i was watering plants.

he was slimy :) he jumped a lot. he could make a frog houdini

 the frogs in the creek started croaking.

so he started his journey up and over the fence, into the creek.

bon voyage!

nope. not that far off the ground yet.

 sometimes, you just need to know where to look to find the small wonders.

 hello there :)

 caught in action

he's surprisingly fast at climbing :)

taking a break

stop and look at the scenery. 

it's the process, not the destination.

not much longer...

the road may seem long, but before you know it, you're almost there...

persevere.

somebody wanted attention <3

she eats his kind, but life is life...

and life goes on...

go on a small adventure and see what it brings you!

don't overlook even the smallest, most mundane things.

sometimes that's why you aren't happy.

people say happiness is a shallow feeling.

not at all.

performance

So on Saturday I had a ballet performance.
The thrill, nervousness, and sheer anticipation buzzing around was physically palpable.
My friends and I were practically shriveled up yet at the same time exploding with excitement.
As the dance before us came to an end and the curtain came down, we were shaking and hugging as if we would fall if we let go.
The curtain lifted... Vivaldi's Summer blossomed into a vivid daydream of green, red, yellow, and orange.
Shaking with a smile permanently frozen on my face, I leaped in with my line.
Spinning, bending, kneeling, running and jumping, the performance flew by without any mistake... Until the second half.
As I came up from a kneel, I felt a sharp pain in the toe, and I realised that I was turning on tape.
The throbbing continued, and I realized that I had stubbed my toe.
Finally, it was time for my group to run off stage as three of my classmates performed their solo
 The time flew by, and I had just enough time to find out that I had a lipstick stain on my skirt... wonderful :)
As I rose into an arabesque, I realised that my foot was sickling, and I slipped off of balance.
Kneeling in a v-formation, I feel my knee grinding on the black stage, and my arms are sore from exercising too much the other day.
My cheeks are shaking from smiling too much.
Finally, the dance is over, yet despite all the small stumbles, I feel accomplished.
As the last performance of this year, the ending was bittersweet.
Walking into the lobby, I saw that not only were my parents there, but my friends were there, too.
I felt so loved :)
This let me remember to cherish every little moment in my life... because why not?

transformation!

no one should doubt their abilities.
"failing?" don't worry. it's called learning. just don't repeat a mistake.
remember, every guru started off as an apprentice.
one simply is not born perfect.
we all have to work hard to get to the culminating point of our lives.
then, we continue to push and improve.
don't like the status quo? change yourself first. improve.
when you don't think you're improving, take your time.
know that someone loves you. if you can't believe that, then love yourself even more.
don't become a narcissist though :)
that won't help anything...
bad emotions are okay. know that and don't bottle them in when you don't need to.
I remember when there was a time when I was sad for no apparent reason...
don't do that to yourself.
you don't deserve to feel that way.
I felt like I was drowning under everything.
without life, there's no hope.
surround yourself with love.
find your own life.
believe in yourself.
(cliché isn't always bad. there's a reason why it caught on.)
then you can resume on your path. 
or maybe you don't have a clear path.
don't worry. you'll find one.
knowing that you're not the best is good.
that means that you know where you need to improve.
take time off to relax. never underestimate relaxation.
look outside. wander outside. explore.
soon enough, you'll slowly start to become who you wanted to be at first.
unless you changed. that's okay.
dream on, imagine. have a world to yourself.
don't just survive. don't just live. THRIVE with style.

I'm just me.
I squeeze into a sequined dress.

I am a star.

I peel off the shining dress,

Into a ragged shirt and pants I struggle.

I am now a slave.

I am a slave.

I peel off my ragged cloth,

Into a pair of wings of feathers I fly.

I am now a bird.

I am a bird.

I peel off my feathers,

Into glistening scales and fins I swim.

I am now a fish.

I am a fish.

I peel off my slipping water skin.

Into a shell I hide.

I am now a turtle.

But who am I?

Truly, really, who am I?

Anything,

Anything I want.

You can be anything you want. Strive towards a goal.
You can make a blog.
You can definitely get a higher vertical jump.
You can definitely draw a life sized picture of your cat.
You can do well on your finals and exceed your goals. 
You will be able to dunk on the 10 ft by next year at the latest. 
Who knows? 
Goals range from the smallest things to the craziest ideas. 

Change the goal to suit your needs and personality.
Work hard and you will get to it.
 

Transform. It's not always bad to try to fit in.

It's the same thing as putting yourself into someone else's shoes, isn't it?

Then again, don't erase yourself and make yourself a permanent pawn of another greater entity.

thoughts and rants #1: elements

So recently we had an English assignment which asked us which natural element we think we embody the most. I was excited because I had thought of it before. However, after the essay,  I never really stopped thinking about it. The more I think about it, the more I think of myself as water... Water can be calm and yielding at times, fitting in each mold it is poured into, flowing through whichever path has already been planned out. However, when it has its own opinion, it can become as forceful as the ocean. I'm sure you guys have heard of the water engravers or whatever they're called :)

I find that I can change easily from one personality to another, such as going from composed to hyper with my friends, much like how water can pour into one shape or another without breaking like earth. Within different groups of friends, I act in different ways. Even though it seems as if I am bending myself to fit in, the truth is that these personalities are just extensions of myself.

Water also takes time to warm up or cool down, and for me, a certain amount of time must pass for me to get used to a certain situation. For example, whenever I make a new friend in unfamiliar surroundings, I assess everyone before settling down to talk to one person. It takes a longer time for me to relax and talk to a stranger compared to other people.

Even though I can sometimes be quite active like fire, I'm not quick to change my mood, or at least I don't really show it much... It takes a lot to anger me or make me protest. Sometimes, it makes me seem kind of cold or detached like ice... but those who really know me know whether I'm actually really into something or not. For example, last year, I went on an exchange program to Japan. When it was time to leave, I was sad. Truly sad. Yet, somehow, I just couldn't cry... It felt so strange. My buddy and her friends were crying, yet I could only manage a sad face... It's also kind of strange. When I'm annoyed, I don't really show it until I just can't stand it anymore.
Anger is associated with heat, right? Yeah, strangely enough, it's the one emotion that comes out easiest through this "ice." When I'm angry, I tend to get really quiet and TRULY cold (haha and anger is supposed to be hot) to the poor victim (sorry :P).

Rivers may seem transparent at times like air, but the truth is that once someone jumps in, it is usually deeper than it seems. I have many thoughts that I don't to share with others, while air rushes and speaks before thinking. It's not that I don't trust them, it's just that I don't want to :P This also can link back to the previous statement :)

One more thing is that water picks up each and every little thing in its path, like a leaf or a grain of sand. If I'm interested in something, there's no stopping me from exploring more in depth, and usually I go further than other people in exploring the topic.

So, that's definitely enough talk about me :)... How about you?

inspiration!

I'm so glad that my friends are creating blogs now more than ever! Just comment below the url of your blog and I'll promote it if you want me to <3

Good Night

The thrill of keeping a blog is overwhelming :) So, last post for today... Good night from California!

Night Flower

A rosy dusk fades as the smallest golden orb sinks.

A silver pearl pirouettes into the sky

And scatters its fine glimmering powder

Over the deep velvet petals of the night.

Clouds of mist brush dewdrops on its leaves

Refreshing and replenishing its luscious silk blossoms.

It blushes and grows through the morning glow,

Bursting into a rosé aurora.

A Big Shout Out!

Thank you to all my friends for slowly building up my confidence and inspiring me daily with their sheer presence. I love all of you, so let's all take a moment and appreciate our friends and loved ones. Another special shout out to Jasmine for being such a wonderful supporter of dewdrops and being the person I wasn't afraid to reach out to and Grace for her continuous support all the time, no matter what I did. It's easy to forget those who continuously support you and I want you to know that even if I don't acknowledge you or tell you it's not that I forgot, but I know that you will understand and I'm trying to reach out to more people. Alisa, I know I've known you only for a really short time compared to other friends but you are such a wonderful inspiration and presence both in ballet and in general :) Thank you so much for coming here. Let's make it an awesome performance on Saturday. Wow, I keep having to add people :) If you aren't mentioned, don't feel offended... But thank you Amla for always being such a wonderful friend. The weirdest things are brought up yet no one here ever complains. There are so many strange inside jokes we have... Never forget that you beans are so special to me and I will never EVER forget you. ❀✿❀

wow...

This is the first time I'm actually giving a piece of my work to a possible big crowd... anyway, give me tips, feedback, and please, maybe just a little bit of encouragement? thanks a million, my fellow beans :)

Moon Reflection

The moon dips into the quivering pond,

Sending ripples out near the leafy fronds,

Yet I see the moon in the sky,

As usual, so bright and luminous yet shy,

Hiding behind a cloud now,

Coming out to take a peek.

The moon sees her own reflection,

And stares at her silver complexion.

Welcome!

Hello, my lovely beans! Welcome to my blog. Sit back, relax, grab a milk tea, and stare at your screen. Just don't do that for too long, please. Go enjoy the world around you, too. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ