Aspire to be---A Famous Makeup-Artist
Makeup Artist whom I looked up to---Gucci Westman/Grego/Clarence Lee....
Working towards my dream....Having a dream is so easy but the effort that you have to put in it to make it come true is hard....But I will never say die....
Quote for today---The Future Belongs to Those Who Believe In the Beauty of Their Dreams....

The Shroud
The little childish happiness
Is taken off, together
With the old school uniform.

Never will I be in that uniform again.
And who will remember
The little girl with her two ponytails
With her petticoats always too long
And her thousand naughty and silly ways?

The old school uniform
With the little childish delights and giggles
Is folded and locked up in the top drawer
Forever.

Shall I cry?
I am no longer a child
My eyes so dry
It’s not easy to cry.

Yet I hear somebody weeping---
Crying louder and louder---howling
I feel her tears
She is the girl locked up in the top drawer.


Shining Things

I love all shining things---the lovely moon

The silver stars at night, gold sun at noon

A glowing rainbow in, a stormy sky,

Or bright clouds hurrying, when wind goes by.

I love the glow-worm’s elf-light, in the lane,

And leaves a-shine with glistening, drops of rain,

The glinting wings of bees, and butterflies,

My purring cat green and shining eyes.

I love the street-lamps shining, through the gloom,

Tall candles lighted in a shadowy room,

New-tumbled chestnuts from the chestnut tree,

And gleaming fairy bubbles blown by me.
I love the shining buttons, on my coat,

I love the coppery flames of red and gold,

That cheer and comfort me when I’m a-cold.

The beauty of al shining things, is yours and mine,

It was a lovely thought of God to make all things shine.


Laugh and be Merry

Laugh and be merry, remember, better the world with a song,
Better the world with a blow in the teeth of a wrong.
Laugh, for the time is brief, a thread and the length of a span.
Laugh and be proud to belong to the old proud pageant of man.

Laugh and be merry : remember, in olden time,
God made Heaven and Earth for joy He took in a rhyme,
Made them, and filled them full with the strong red wine of His mirth,
The splendid joy of the stars : the joy of the earth.

So we must laugh and drink from the deep blue cup of the sky,
Join the jubilant song of the great stars sweeping by,
Laugh, and battle, and work, and drink of the wine
Outpoured
In the dear green earth, the sign of the joy of the Lord.

Laugh and be merry together, like brothers akin,
Guesting awhile in the rooms of a beautiful inn,
Glad till the dancing stops, and the lilt of the music ends.
Laugh till the game is played; and be you merry, my
friends.

John Masefield


Travel

I should like to rise and go
Where the golden apples grow;
Where below another sky
Parrot islands anchored lie,
And, watched by cockatoos and goats,
Lonely Crusoes building boats ;
Where in sunshine reaching out
Eastern cities, miles about,
Are with mosque and minaret
Among sandy gardens set,
And the rich goods from near and far
Hang for sale in the bazaar ;
Where the Great Wall round China goes,
And on one side the desert blows,
And with bell and voice and drum,
Cities on the other hum;
Where forests, hot as fire,
Wide as England, tall as a spire,
Full of apes and coconuts
And the negro hunters’ huts ;
Where the knotty crocodile
Lies and blinks in the Nile,
And the red flamingo flies
Hunting fish before his eyes ;
Where in jungles, near and far,
Man-devouring tigers are,
Lying close and giving ear
Lest the hunt be drawing near,
Or a comer-by be seen
Swinging in a palanquin ;
Where among the desert sands,
All its children, sweep and prince,
Grown to manhood ages since,

Not a foot in street or house,
Not a stir of child or mouse,
And when kindly falls the night,
In all the town no spark of light.
There I’ll come when I’m a man
With a camel caravan;
Light a fire in the gloom
Of some dusty dining room ;
See the pictures on the walls,
Heroes, fights and festivals ;
And in a corner find the toys
Of the old Egyptian boys.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Name: Jonathan???
Part: Director
Nickname: Super Nice Guy....

Having our meal at Swenson....

"I am thy father's spirit,Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,And for the day confined to fast in fires,Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away.But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house,I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul,freeze thy young blood.
Shakespeare in Hamlet(the ghost to hamlet).