My inspirations will always be my mother for her courage, my father for giving me strength, Randy Pausch for writing an inspirational book, my tutor for making me realise my dreams, and above
all- this beautiful World for bringing beauty, knowledge and joy to my life.
I'm Emyli, and I am a British chickadee
I am a Professional Beauty Therapist and Make-Up Artist.
A full-time blogger who writes about all things beauty and reviews on beauty products. I also do photoediting freelancing, and web graphic design.
I specialise in Cosmetic chemistry and Dermatology, so ask me anything from the structure and science of your skin, how it works, and what's exactly in your skincare product.
I love my family.
I have a certain curiosity for life that drives me and propels me forward.
I love Henri, he is forever my compassion,
my soul mate and my hero.
I like to fill my life with pretty things.
I love cracking Crème Brûlée with a spoon.
I will always love London.
Drinking tea is one of life's greatest pleasures
I love my small bunch of beautiful friends who are always true.
I like to dwell myself in romance
going to the bookshop for no reason.
the smell of fresh laundry and cut lemons
the smell of brand new leather
I have photographic memory
I love Tchaikovsky and Chopin's music.
I love Walt Disney and I am a huge Marie fan
I love the fast, and the furious
I resolute to car racing games when I am stressed
I like writing in literature, and literature loves writing with me.
And finally, I would like to travel the world
where i can write a book, walk across every beach, and listen to world.
And yes, everything in this xanga is designed by me, and I made it. I actually have little secret super computer nerd in me.
Things I love: Shopping and spending all my money, coffee shops, pampering and bathing, classical music, make-up and beauty, marie
from aristocats, kewpies, art nouveau, romantic movies, fierce and fast cars, Maximum Tune 3, Chris Brown, Ne-yo, Trey Songz, Colin Firth, Hugh Grant, Daniel Henney, and Prince William, Ji Maxx, LIP
SERVICE, Lil'marv, Louis Vuitton, Yves Saint Laurent, Bvlgari, Chopard, and Loewe.
If you have any special requests for reviews on certain products, or if you would like some advice on products, feel free to e-mail me at queen.emyli@hotmail.com
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Inside this playlist includes some of my most favourite pieces by Yiruma. May his music accompany the notes in all my writing.
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Maybe I feel the urge to relate, to write in pen and ink of memoirs, a missing chapter in my story. Maybe that I am afraid for it to disappear into the cold recessive breaks of my mind- never to have occured, never to be played again.
To remember every word, every thought and moment that has passed between us that completed every living moment.
It is of a man. A man whom came to inspire the true depths of my deepest emotions, reawaken my voice- which had been long forgotten.
He was a quiet gentleman, with a calm disposition who had this deep passion awaiting to unleash itself into a parody of beautiful melody, the notes on a piece of music. And today, these notes will permute into every word of this page.
We both lived in literature, in good music- but most of all, we shared a passion. A passion for each others dearest company.
Oh, his smile- stretched my heart, that I could sprout wings and fly. And when he plays that piano, he brings his feelings attentive to it.
He was intelligent, yet undiscovered- and had a charm that was full of nature's own. His intellect arouses me into a passion of desire. And so my heart gleams, and brings a bite to my lip.
When he spoke, his eyes feel into your heart and soul. His voice, is deep with emotion, calm and nothing but gentle serenity to my ears. He never manages to awaken me with his voice every morning, but brings me away from my tormented dreams- escaping into a dream of his.
I have always said he was the descendant from Shakespeare, And he said I had come from a fairytale- That everything about me was perfectly composed, written to capture everyone's heart.
"Did you know, that a heart runs on strings?" he asked.
"As like the arteries." As I knew he would but explain his theory.
"No," he whispers softly, and adjusts himself to wrap his arms around me. "Strings that but come in a violin, a harp, or even a piano."
"So what piece does your heart play?"
"Oh, when you are here?" he holds me closer, as I feel his warm heartbeat against my bare back.
"It knows only to play the most beautiful pieces in history."
And everyday, he would play that piano. It was the first thing I heard every morning, and the last piece I heard before I slept.
He was also a profoundly good poet, and wrote me a piece that was dedicated to my name.
筱月碎雨情思醉, 朦风似缘流传爱. 拨弄心弦望成美,
筱月碎雨情思醉, 朦风似缘流传爱. 拨弄心弦望成美, 星语誓约亦为铃.
It has no title- or it is unknown, but I have decided to write one for it today.
Happiness is easily forgotten, but sadness will prolong to the death. For when I am gone, I wish not to take with me the sadness, but the beautiful pieces that I have written.
Love, is like a piece of music. I can play it over and over again until I can memorize it even as blindly. I will hum it wherever I go, and even sing myself to sleep with it.
This is love. You will meet new artists, new composers- and the song that you once sang even in your sleep will slowly fade into the corners of the bottom shelf, gathering time. Your mind takes walks, and forgets the way home.
But your heart remembers everything. Like the taste of coffee back at home, like the smell of laundry back five years, ten years, or even twenty years.
You will remember it.
And he was, above all, the best piece of music I have ever heard. That I have ever, for once... felt.
I'm Emyli, and I am a British chickadee
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