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A conversation with violinist Michelle Ross, who, for a month, toured New York City playing Bach’s entire solo violin cycle in public spaces.
https://videopress.com/embed/HkD9TaMs?hd=0&autoPlay=0&permalink=0&loop=0
A conversation with violinist Michelle Ross, who, for a month, toured New York City playing Bach’s entire solo violin cycle in public spaces.
Okay, I have a tiny problem regarding myself. What is that supposed to mean? Hmm let’s see, I like reading romance novels since my mom told me I should read a lot more things rather than just being a sitting pretty duck or whatsoever. I did start reading Reader’s Digest when I was about thirteen years old and along with that came the urge to write something that has my mind in a frenzy because this idea just can’t get out of my head. (I think my writing phase started when I was eleven or twelve, but I just really realized I like writing at thirteen. Go figure.)
Then my best friend introduced me into reading Filipino/Tagalog romance pocketbooks. I got addicted to it (mostly romance-comedy) and one thing led to another when I turned fifteen years old I had read some sexy pocketbooks that doesn’t, at times, makes sense to me. I think from then on, I became a what you call a hopeless romantic. I view every guy as my “the one” and when I know them truly I kind of either put them on the friends only category, wanker (stay away) category and Boyfriend material. I think none of them suit my husband category, but with my “obsession” with Arashi’s acting leader and rapper Sakurai Sho, I think someone needs to be in his level for me to actually consider the guy in a forever kind of way.
I’m not as religious as I was before, but it was drilled to me that if I want a guy to be able to marry with, a good guy who wouldn’t even dare to hurt a single hair on my head, who would respect me, and provide for our family, a responsible guy, I should pray for that person to be given to me. I asked Him to maybe at least introduce him to me, hint that he’s the one I’ve been waiting for or a sign, something. I don’t want to get married soon, I’m just hitting my twenties this year, but I’d like to experience what others have.
I’m not really lacking in the love category but I there’s something missing. I don’t know what that is but yeah, I feel something missing inside me like a void or something. Intimacy? Well, if I try to be you know handsy with my mom (not like what you guys thinking, algae minds) hugging, cuddling, that sort of thing, I kind of get rebuffed or rejected. I feel rejected enough outside the place I call home, and there are times that my mom would shrug off the things I do for her, stings but I don’t let it show.
Then this guy comes, I met him online and I liked him because aside from being able to finish each others sentences off, he makes me feel good about myself. Sadly, that relationship ended four months after I caught him red handed about doing stuff with other girls. Through online.
I stayed out of the relationship scene for a year. Exactly a year. Before I consider some guys that were making themselves clear that they like me. Most of them comes from the internet sure, 9 out of 10 would be wankers (perverts) but there’s one out those that is not like that. Take this guy I’m talking to for almost three weeks now. 3 weeks straight, we have been talking a lot of things from the most mundane things, the things we both know, our likes and dislikes, to the most out of this world questions, basically knowing each other well.
He’s a great guy, a gentleman ,respects and treats a woman nicely, the non-positive comment that I could think about this guy is that he’s too far away. Well, if you consider Minnesota and Manila’s distance, I would probably say yes, its a heck too far. Its like he was the kind of guy I asked for in my prayers. But I’m not sure he’s on the same page. He keeps asking about the online relationship stuff, and I know he’s interested in something or maybe he’s just asking those out of curiosity if my logical side thinks so. Not sure.
But here I am, feeling conflicted and confused, befuddled, and scared for assuming there’s something that will be there that really isn’t there. If that made sense. If not, I’m just scared to get my heart broken for the second time. I think I’ve only loved someone for real was my first love and it broke me when it happened. (Don’t ask for details, its kind of humiliating) Am I being overly romanticizing things that shouldn’t be seen that way? Am I really that naive? Gullible? Should I worry about myself or just continue being like this?
I’m tired of not knowing what to do with myself or with my life anymore.
If I haven’t told you guys yet then I am telling you now. I love music. To the point where songs are blaring from my phone’s speakers on repeat for a hundred million times. I admit, I am a hopeless singer, some would even categorize me as a descent singer when my mood for singing strikes, and that is almost as soon as a familiar song I like comes out of the speakers.
So what is the deal? What is it about Rayne’s title?
Well, last Mother’s day, I received a ‘gift’ from a friend of mine (you could actually check it out on my other blog Randomism titled “Mother’s day surprise fail”) and since it was several notches up from what I expected, I decided to invest into some things that I can use for long periods of times. One of it is a Violin.
Still thinking my title for today is weird?
It is probably the most on the spot name for my impending self-taught musical instrument. I should probably enroll myself in a class but sheesh I need a job and a good paying one because violin lessons aren’t really cheap. But I guess, if you’re passionate enough about one thing then you will never give up trying to be the best in that area.
Oh goodness, I think I’m going to hurl. Too many hornets fluttering in my stomach.
Why am I posting this blog here? Good question, because at the young age of 10, my first ever musical instrument I’ve played is the electric keyboard which now sits untouched somewhere in this house. For years, I have wanted to play the instrument back for many times, Imagining my fingers poised over the keys, the sound of every note. Music is my other form of obsession, and so is this musical instrument that I’ve been dying to have for years! Now, why from being a Piano/Keyboard player turn to a Violin?
Easy, I like the sound of it. The instrument just gives off beautiful sounds and… i just love it.
So the title is a make or break deal in these coming weeks. I don’t know if I can play it here in our house and not be screamed at for playing off key two hundred dozens of times or do well like a natural born violinist. We shall see.
This package is wreaking havoc on my system, I think I’m going to hurl from the tension.
-Rayne
I thought having a book hangover is only when you can’t get over a story after you are done reading it. I didn’t know there are books that can haunt you even its been years or months since you’ve read them.
My eBook library consists of two hundred plus books, maybe even three hundred, and some of the books there are not yet read, some had been re-read for a dozen of times, others have been read once, but those one time read are sometimes the kind of book that will haunt me like a ghost if I don’t read them again.
Like my existing problem as of today. I re-read The Accidental Movie Star by Emily Evans and some part of my brain has been nagging me to read a certain scene that the girl is an accidental or newbie in the Hollywood scene then there is this bed scene that they need to shoot and the lead characters got into the scene too much and the heroine’s wardrobe that was used to conceal her girly bits came off because they got into the scene too much, since I didn’t see that scene in The Accidental Movie Star, I was kind of expecting it to see in Emily Evan’s The Accidental Action Star but nope, no such scene was seen there.
(Did I just make a horrible pun? lol ignore me sometimes hahaha)
When I figured out I wasn’t going to see those parts in Emily Evan’s works I scrolled around my library and I think I found my mysterious scene haunting me. I spotted Hollywood Dirt by Alessandra Torre and thought, “Ah, right that scene that has been haunting me since reading The Accidental Movie Star is in there.” But I don’t have time to read it again this month or the next because I am either busy reading my way to coma or stressing myself with all of these school work. I know I should prioritize school over anything else, but when you realize the real deal (known as the real world, jobs and other salary oriented subjects) trumps the school things, going to school to finish something as basic thing for the real deal is somewhat boring?
I don’t know but since I’m talking about my experience here it could be different to another person. (I’m taking a course I don’t technically love, obviously haha)
Well, that’s it for now I guess, since I think I already made my point. I’m reading Beauty and the Bachelor by Naima Simone. You guys would probably see a review after twenty-four hours because I’m either still out in the university or I’m still not done reading LOL but you’ll definitely see one up once I’m done.
I’m probably going to post a lot of reviews in one sitting because I’ve been reading a lot of books without even posting a review, I know I’m getting lazy but I’ll get to it. Probably start on the Fever series review since I’ve read it last year’s December. A last minute reading. You guys should demand for me to post reviews so that I will feel pressured to make one keep moi on my toes 😉
-Rayne