two heartbeats, one stream

sunday morning some friends and i suprised him with a trip to six flags for his 21st birthday. after that we traveled to venice. i also got him little instruments we could use next time we go to a drum circle and we walked barefoot. i missed venice so much,we walked along the shops, saw the daily drum circle, joined in..bought someone food and walked through a group of people who seemed like they were on acid. some hippie guy looked and me, smiled, raised his eye brows and said hey. girls put paint on each others faces and sean lost his glasses on a rollercoaster, i made him go on a spin around ride with me,  he almost cried..it was adorable.the weather was beautiful, the day was magical and surreal like a dream. 
 before his birthday we catered his sisters bridal shower and he made everything from scratch.different quiches and different scones and salads and did amazing!
we got into groups for a game and the groups had to choose on person to make a dress out of toilet paper.to my suprise,in my group everyone pointed at me at the same time and we won!  it was funny how ended up a rather pretty dress for the material it was made from. patty called me a mysterious gorgeous little wood nymph and sean kissed me on the cheek. i won gardening supplies amongst bags upon bags of wildflowers, we planted them this morning amongst the garden. monday night on his birthday we celebrated, had tempanyaki for dinner..i got sick from dinner and was throwing up all night :/ but i was happy. he ordered his first drink,it was a japanese version of a long island iced tea and we hung out with our closest friends and (they) had citrus vodka lemonade ha ive been training at work but it was such a pleasure to get off and see him there,with some bubbles for me.i made some tea,he made some coffee and weve been making music and hanging with kevin in the mancave. i also made a tumblr but it seems a little too trendy for me, although i do like the good movie and music blogs ha

 

chirp chirp chirp

on a piano,
 there is a key for every emotion you have. for years i have consistently barricaded myself into any room with a piano for hours upon end,singing real songs or making some up.but today i realized that for me,even just looking at a piano entails such beauty.music and art is another form of communication.its a language that can only come from your soul.


tonight i dabbled a little with some acrylic, i painted this and gave it to a stranger





and still,he picks me a flower almost everyday

postcards from italy

 here's a sequence of some photos circa 2006.my cousin kiana and i took while walking home after school when i was sixteen.
 we lived across the street from each other.its funny,its always been way since we were little.whenever my dad and his sister moved..we.d end up in walking distance from each other.i moved so much & these particular houses were right across the street from our school.if we stayed home or anything we could still hear the bells in the distance,and they were always at a certain time of the day.at first i thought it was annoying,but then it almost became a certain comfort.every day i didnt care what time it was,and you can always feel what time its around.but that never mattered..when the bells rang, you knew it was exactly twelve..lunch…two fourty, schools out then four.after school detention was over.even when something wasnt related to those bells you could still go off of the time.like when the bell rang at four,i knew i had a half an hour before i had to get my stuff together for my pottery club at five o clock.then sometimes a bell would go off at night, we thought it was funny.there was a huge window on the second story across from the staircase and you could see the sky. sometimes id lay upstairs when there was a thunderstorm with a warm cup of tea,wrapped in a big blanket keeping the lightning company.watching the big bolts and the crooked tiny slithers across the night sky.everyday my cousin and i would wake up (sleep over or not) id eat an apple and we.d walk to school together.the morning dew felt so fresh,i always thought she was a cute morning grouch with messy hair & being up early always felt so good.