Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
A peaceful day
A calming breeze
A winter's breath
Of flowing ease
Is ruined once
Is ruined again
By an unkind friend
Is here once more
To provide chaos and stress
And shake you to your core
Why does it come?
To bother me so?
Why do I care
And let it leave me low?
After it gets here
It settles in tight
And prevents the flow of thinking
And the tinkering idea light
It invades my brain
And diverts my thoughts
Yet I somehow let it...
But how do I not?
How does one get rid of such things?
How does one proceed to go on?
By accepting it as an equal and working it out?
By spazzing out and calling it a moron?
No. Take a calm approach.
Think of a pleasant experience
In which you have written
Then the block relents
It will melt to nothingness
The only comfort in writer's block
Is that it's not here to stay.
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Tuesday, October 26, 2010
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Sunday, October 24, 2010
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Monday, September 27, 2010
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1. Doodling: Turning Boredom to Wonder and Dreams
Of her condescending lure
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Saturday, September 4, 2010
The marshes, the cave,
The man decided it was wondrous,
And made a choice so very brave.
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Friday, September 3, 2010
Finally! It has been 8 months since my last post on quotes. I'm am so deeply sorry I took a break from writing quotes, but I assure you, I have restarted. At least one almost every night! Hope you enjoy these:
"Awe is a state of such joy and meaning all welled into a big clump of 'whoa', that it is called an emotion purely because of the amazingly miraculous feeling your body is paralyzed by."
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Thursday, September 2, 2010
My best friend, Kirthi, has a birthday coming up! In honour of her 14th year, she is hosting a set of giveaways. Here is the link to enter. You must be a follower of her blog Pages to enter. And..happy birthday Kirthi!
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Tuesday, August 31, 2010
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Monday, August 23, 2010
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Saturday, August 21, 2010
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Tuesday, August 17, 2010
I'd pack a bag
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to scream so loud
to shatter the ground
to crumble the mountains to destroy the peace
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Basking in its brilliance the sparkle of light shines its radiance
Glittering, glistening, sparkling, shine.
Glittering, glistening, sparkling, shine.
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So here goes. My first official meme that I did not create. I am a follower! =)
Now I am reading The Sky is Everywhere by Jandy Nelson. It is an amazing book! To find out more, and to see the convincing post by my best friend that led me to read it, click here.
And now, the teaser:
That is one of the more saddened parts of the book. There are many happy parts and also very sad parts. All of it is deep and emotional and intense. Definitely on my top list of "to-read" books.
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Monday, August 2, 2010
A grown lady,
Igniting the carefree soul
She lives on in imagination.
She dances and frolicks,
The last doll lives.
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Monday, July 19, 2010
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Saturday, July 3, 2010
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Monday, June 28, 2010
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Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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Monday, June 21, 2010
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Sunday, June 13, 2010
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Wednesday, June 9, 2010
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Monday, June 7, 2010
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Tuesday, June 1, 2010
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Thursday, May 27, 2010
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Wednesday, May 12, 2010
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Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Congratulations to the winners of my first contest! Thanks to all who participated.
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Thursday, May 6, 2010
ALERT! ALERT! My Blog Creation Celebration: Contest 1 ends in a few days! Please let everyone you know be cautious of this amazing opportunity! Thanks, and don't forget to enter yourself. Scroll down for the post!
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010
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Kirthi, from Pages (http://the1bookblog.blogspot.com) is hosting an amazing giveaway in honour of Green Week. She is a big environmentalist and like many of us, wants to save the Earth! Please check out the awesome post of hers by going to her blog (URL above). Thanks! =)
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Monday, April 12, 2010
Recently, I have discovered an amazing magazine that is written and produced by teens, so that readers and writers around the country can enjoy the literature that fellow teens create. It is amazing to read the articles your peers write as well as try to submit some of your own original work. To check it out (and hopefully subscribe to the great magazine) copy and paste the URL below:
It's a great opportunity to consider and definitely worth your time to see some of the amazing accomplishments of the people around you. Teen Ink really allows you to express yourself through writing and you can relate to many of the topics teens write about. All in all, Teen Ink is wonderful and a great organization founded for a great cause.
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Welcome to my first ever contest! I'm so excited to be hosting this contest. I would be so grateful to anyone who would like to enter and get a chance at winning the wonderful prizes that are in store. The guidelines are this:
- you can only fill out one form
- all answers on the form must be true
- you can enter if you live in the US or Canada, OR if you live internationally and can have someone in the US ship it to you
- there will be 2 winners chosen:
the winners will be contacted via e-mail and expected to give a mailing address so that I can mail you the prizes
they will each win the same prizes, just different colours
the prizes are this:
- a beautiful composition notebook: for writing the most inspirational literature (poems, quotes, stories, songs, etc.) in
- 2 colourfully-designed ballpoint pens: How can you write without the most contemporary, yet realistic and nostalgic ballpoint pens?
- a "going green" themed memo pad: for spur-of-the-moment ideas and possibly a quote book
- and lastly, a Post-It note book: to remind yourself everything you need to know, and who doesn't love Post-It notes?
So, thanks to everyone who enters. I really appreciate that you are taking the time to fill out a 5 minute long form to get a chance at winning cool prizes. It's great to know that I have followers who are willing to support me and my writings. Thanks so much!!!
To enter Rose Cunningham's Blog Creation Celebration: Contest 1, please copy aand paste the URL below:
P.S. The deadline is May 10. Good luck!
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Friday, April 2, 2010
Hills rolling forever
Into the distance
Beyond the valley
And your old green house.
Where we laughed,
Made great memories,
Smiled, kissed, and shared
In each other's joy,
In our love,
In our lives;
In our beings,
That we thought
Would never separate-
The hills continue on
Green as the envy
Wedged inside the crevices
Of my broken heart.
Are the memories
Of seeing you with him
As I drive past the hills
To my new life
And a single tear down my face
I don't know what your perspective is on this, but my initial inspiration was that I am in Virginia over Spring Break and we were driving in Tennessee (my favourite state) and there are so many beautiful hills that I just had to write about them. The poem just came to me and the story it told (to me)was that it's from a heartbroken guy's perspective, and he was madly in love with this girl who seemed to be in love with him, but when he had to move and start "a new life," she moved on from him before he had even left. =(
Anyways, I was wondering if, included in your comments, if you could suggest any titles you think would be better than mine. I couldn't really come up with one...
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Kirthi, from the magnificent blogs: Pages, Dreamer, and Tales From 2 Climatologists, is holding a contest. The contest is being held at Pages.
Hope you enter the contest to win the awesome books she has to offer. In the near future, I will be holding the other part of this joint contest. To gain more entries for mine, become a follower of Sincerely From Rose Cunningham, Pages, or Dreamer, because old followers are more privileged!
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Hello new followers! Thanks so much for following my blog! I really appreciate that you would take the time to follow, read my posts, and hopefully comment. Also, a huge thanks to Kirthi for holding a contest that helps me gain followers! I will actually be hosting a giveaway/ contest in the near future to benefit our blogs! Again, thanks for following. If you would like me to join your blog, then you can post a link on this post and I will try to return the favor of following your blog.
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Sunday, March 21, 2010
This is a sad, yet hopeful poem that I've decided to dedicate to anyone who is suffering and going through this battle or anyone who is suffering from someone they love who is suffering.
I look into your eyes and I see sadness.
I see the smile vanish from your face.
Gloominess looms like a cloud over your body;
I can't stand to see you lose this race.
Where is that smile I used to laugh at?
Where is that happiness I used to see?
I know it is hard, but
Is this how it is supposed to be?
This battle is overtaking you.
The teardrops stain my shaking hand.
Is there a cure anywhere?
I hope it will soon come to this land.
I'll keep a prayer for you in my heart.
Slowly, but surely it will come true.
Keep determination and optimism,
And cancer will not defeat you.
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The sun is shining as bright as your smile,
The sky is as blue as your eyes.
When the birds are all singing,
And the grass, oh so green,
Happiness is no surprise.
The flowers bloom as beautiful as your heart,
The clouds are as dreamy as you.
Though tragedy strikes in places around,
Now it's no where to be found,
You can rejoice in the celebration too!
The temperature is as perfect as your work,
The animals as mature as what you say,
As we look about,
There is one thing to shout:
O HAPPY DAY!
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Wednesday, March 17, 2010
In Social Studies, we are learning about Confucianism and how it relates to China and the culture and history of South Asia. One assignment we had was to write a story about Confucius and how he would react if he were to be faced with the challenge of time traveling to the 21st century. Here is the paper I wrote:
A swirl of dust gathered around the young master and formed a smoggy cloud that began creeping and rising up his body. Engulfing him, the cloud twisted and turned, resulting in a dubious feeling snaking trough his mind. Suddenly a jolt struck the young Master and he was lifted from his world. Shaking, confused, and slightly scared, Confucius was spun fiercely until he halted abruptly at a mystical looking door. The door showed him previous scenes of his life such as his dismissal and rejection from many provinces, his school being created, his disciples soaking in all his teaching as if they were sponges, and finally the door produced a foggy picture that resembles blues and grays and teals and it was all spiralling: it was happening now. He recalled a quote of his, "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step," as he stood there, shocked. And with that, Confucius opened the door and took a single step.
“Oh the horror!” exclaimed the appalled young Master. “What terrible things are happening! This mindset is excruciatingly painful to see. This must stop!” Standing in the middle of Perimeter Mall (in Georgia- the USA), mouth agape, eyes doubled in size, Confucius stood statue-still; disgusted and horrified beyond belief. Partly because of the environment and partly because of the people, Confucius became dizzy and sat down on a nearby bench. Perhaps it may have been aftermath from the tornado-like trip he had just experienced of being transported well over 1,500 years in the future. Anyhow, Confucius began observing his surroundings, and was shocked at what he saw and heard. First, the furnishings of the building were beautiful, expressing great wealth, and he liked it very much, however, the way people treated it was disheartening. He would have very much liked to get up from the plush couch and offer his wise opinion to the passersby, but for fear of collapsing, he stayed glued to the recliner this first incident, fists tightly clenched on the arms of the couch. It so happened that the first people he met in this new world was a group of adolescent guys. They sauntered towards the young Master, laughing and picking on each other’s flaws. Casually, they leaned into the floors, their baggy pants and tee’s only contributing to the conceitedness that was weighing them down, sending their posture sinking to the floor.
“What a bastard! He looks like a creep!” the leader said, pointing a finger of accusation towards Confucius, who was now staring at them with a look if disappointment in his eyes.
“He’s dressed like an ancient hobo! What’s with the ponytail? What a dweeb.” Another guy said, tag-teaming with the insults. The rest of the guys chuckled as one threw a half- eaten pretzel towards the trash, missed, laughed, and blindly kept walking. Confucius was furious, but his beliefs in peace and non-violence persuaded him to be calm.
“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.” Confucius stated, rising from the couch, a wise, antiquated look about his serious face. The guys just stood there, passing interesting glances at each other. Finally one spoke, but the words weren’t possessing of any kindness. He mocked,
“Uh, the bird festival not for two weeks, uh, obviously you’re here to see the other cuckoos!” The rest of the posse went into hysterics as they slumped off. Confucius was bewildered and upset. He was confused at the actions of these boys and their lack of respect for each other, the environment, and their elders. As he thought about this dilemma, a perfect example of disrespect for elders walked right by, distressing him even more:
A lady in her thirties strutted walked past Confucius with two elementary aged children. She was dressed in such an unorthodox way that Confucius just stared. Her kids were yelling and screaming, pitching a tremendous tantrum in the middle of the corridor.
“Silence!” the young Master bellowed at the kids, now quite fed up with their frivolous and nonsensical behaviour.
“Don’t be like that you fool. My kids, my ways. Move.” She snappily replied, her children now pinching and slapping each other. The lady paused to take a good look at Confucius before uttering, “C’mon, let’s go buy mommy a new Coach purse. Or Gucci.” She rushed off in the direction of a purse store with her kids, who were now occasionally throwing punches at each other while sprinting circles around their mother.
“A disgrace.” Confucius muttered, shaking his bowed head. A fiery, burning abhorrence roared through him like a waking dragon. He had to help this world. What had it become? Why were people not respecting their elders? Why were people hurting each other- both physically and mentally? And where was he? A nightmare? What is this place where materialistic things rank over the feelings of others? Where money is exchanged for the loss of conversation and real living. The technology and purchases were nothing but useless junk that had no benefit to the daily lives of these people. He did not understand why people could run around buying things without even saying a kind word to each other, but instead shouting and pouting at others about things that they did themselves. Remembering a teaching of his, “Wherever you go, go with all your heart,” Confucius became frightened. If this was what people portrayed their lives and how they taught the generations after them to act, what would the future be like? How could he let this happen? All of a sudden, a glimmer of hope came from the jumble of people in the mall. A pleasant, sensitive guy came over and asked Confucius if he was lost. He replied, “I’ve been sure of where I am in the past, but I fear I am surely lost now. The emotions of this generation are truly confusing and I have lost of sense of what is right. I am lost, kind man. Please, I would like your help in bringing me back home.”
“Sir, if you don’t mind me asking, who are you? And why are you here? You don’t look as if this is were you intended to spend a Saturday evening.”
“I am Confucius, from across the world. I live in poor conditions and do not have the privilege of living in such a place as this. I am from the past, I believe, because places such as this are beyond chimerical. As much as I like this gorgeous landscape, I believe I wish to be home, teaching my disciples.”
“Confucius,” the gentleman began, “ I think you have time-traveled from the past. You are from what is now China. China is a country that was founded in the early 1900’s and that, I believe, is where you are from. You are a great man with great teachings, however, I cannot imagine why you are here. But seeing as you are, I’m sure you can make the best of it and feel as if you are at home.” The man, being a philosophy major, continued. “In all honesty, young Master, home is where the heart is. If you can feel the comfort in your surroundings you are home. Believe it or not, people hear still benefit from your teachings. If people knew who you are, then you would feel very loved because your teachings are a great lesson to all who learn from your philosophy. Peace, respect, and righteousness are wonderful concepts that you know of so well. I am grateful I’ve had the chance to meet you Confucius, and I must be going now. I’m sure you will get along very well here. Good day.”
Confucius thanked the man and they began to walk in separate directions. The young Master looked around and took in this spectacular world, for which he was so appreciative. Before he could walk any further, an odd sensation filled his body once more. The floor swept into the ceiling and Confucius was caught in another time crunch. Whirling around, he could barely kept his balance and crashed into the hard earth beneath him. But this time, instead of carpeted hallways, it was an old pathway in a dim-lighted building. Desks contained various information and great teachings of the young Master himself. Disciples studied and carried on as if nothing had happened. Confucius looked about, grateful to be home again. A young man walked through the door.
“Good afternoon young Master.” He spoke, gracefully walking towards a table full of books and writings.
“Good afternoon, welcome to my home.” Confucius said, and he sat down and smiled.
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