Thursday, 9 May 2013

Copy Change Poem (Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening)

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Whose park this is I think I know
Her garden is in the mountain though;
She will not see me stopping here
To watch her flowes fill up with honey.
 
My little dog must think it queer
To stop without a pond near
Between the trees and bunch of flowers
The sunniest day of the year.
 
She gives her collar a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy sun shake.
 
The flowers are lovely, bright, and deep
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Tuesday, 30 April 2013

So much depends upon...

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So much depends
upon

a white
iPhone

covered with
fingerprints

Beside the pink
earphones

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

English Poem Based on a Proverb

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"Love me, love my dog"




True Love

 
You don't say love in any times.
 
You say I love you,
when you love my debt.
 
You say I love you,
when you love my pet cockroaches.
 
You say I love you,
when you love all my scars in my heart.
 
Keep your love for a person you really love.
Keep your love until you meet a person you will protect forever.
 
Don't say I love you to me.

Thursday, 11 October 2012

Descriptive Essay

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Topic: Descibe your earliest memory.
 
 My Debut Stage


Do you remember everything when you were young? Most people can not and I am one of those, people who can not remember things in their youth. I had to think about the memories very carefully or my parents had to describe it for me to let me have a picture of that moment. Or else, even just to let me remember the situation and realize about it. However, people like me have at least one strong memory of their childhood which had lots of impact on themselves. This memory starts at 2005, 7 years back from now.

Have you ever sung in front of more than a thousand people? Well, I have. The situation happened in October, 2005. It was fall. The wind was tickling my cheek with my hair. Sky was as blue and clear as the water of ocean. Little bit of cloud decorated the scenery, which is pictured in my mind. I was coming home from school with my friends. I nearly ran the stairs and knocked on my house and I went inside of my sweet cozy home. I told my mom that my elementary school home room teacher said I had to go to the festival which is in our city. Being honest here, I did not have to go to the festival. My teacher told my classmates and me that there is going to be an event holding in the city for 3 days and because tomorrow is the day that the school orchestra is participating, she was encouraging us to go. However, I told my mom that I had to go because I really wanted to go and thought my mom would not let me go if I said it was not mandatory. Since the day I persuaded my mom was Friday, and the day after is Saturday, my family decided to go to the festival all together. On the way going to the festival, I was so nervous that I could not stop talking about the festival. According to my dad, he said I was just like a person with a motor on her mouth. As soon as I arrived at the fiesta, I was very surprised. I never realized that thousands of people would come. It was very crowded that I had no where to put my feet and walk. As I was afraid of getting lost, I was holding my mom’s soft hand and my dad’s tanned hand. I set at the third row from the front. I did not understand why I could not go and sit at the first row, but my mom told me that the first row is always supposed to be saved for elderly and she was too shy to sit at the front.

When it was the time for my school orchestra to begin, people had to wait for more than 10 minutes. I heard the reason lately from my parents and it is because some members were late, they had to change, and they had to tune the instruments. Also, the sunshine was too bright that it was about to melt everything even though it was autumn. Also some people were elderly. Lots of people were getting exhausted and some were trying to leave. However, the host had to stop people from leaving. Therefore, she came up with the idea. She was looking for a child who would like to volunteer to sing or dance. I wanted to do it but because I was timid, I was just sitting at my spot, doing nothing. My dad was encouraging me to sing and because I was hesitating, my mom and my dad put both my hands up and shouted, “Here! Here is a child who wants to sing!” to the host. They had to shout because I was in the middle row but the MC was keep going to the left row to search for a child. After a shout, she looked at me and was saying, “Hi, little lady! Come up!” I was shy but because I was a type of girl who likes to get people’s attention, I went up the stage.

On the stage, the host was interviewing me, and the type of stuff she was asking me was my personal information like my name and my age. She was asking me if I am going to sing or dance and I said with confidence, “both!” So I sang and dance without any background music. When it was a time for me to choose the song, I saw the crowd and noticed that there are lots of elders. After realizing the fact, I chose and old-fashioned song (called teuroteu in Korea) to please the elders and myself. I thought of what my teacher said, “If you are facing everyone and talking, or doing something that everyone is looking at you, have confidence and do what you were planning to do. It is your time.” Just like what my teacher said, in that brief moment when I was introducing myself, I threw over my nervous feelings and trying to enjoy my time. All I had to do is doing things I used to do in front of my family. As soon as having that mind, I was having fun rather than being frightened. I obviously sang and people were laughing, smiling. To say more, some even came right up to the stage and danced with my singing. I spiced up everyone and also got the prize. It was a sun protection cap. I honestly did not like the prize but it better than getting none. The host was looking for my parents to compliment me. My dad raised his hand up high and proudly, but my mom was looking like she was ashamed about me. I asked her why she was putting her head down and she said she was not ashamed, just shy. Just right after I went off the stage, I affected everyone. I did not know there were that much people. People gathered up there because they heard a child singing. I realized this fact when I was searching for the festival recently, and it said the moment I was there had nearly three thousand people.
 
The aftereffect of singing was bigger than I thought. After the day, mom went to the training center, and everyone asked her about me. The festival frequently talked about me and became popular in school. I am still surprised of myself for being not frightened and making everyone happy. In my opinion, it was a great experience for me to do that because I can be braver and having more confidence than before the situation occurred. If you were put in my situation, how would you feel?


P.S. This is a link to a song I sang. It is a Korean song and I tried to find a English Version or English Lyrics, but because the lyrics was not in the video, I will just type here.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9RUOZkLQfCo

Lyrics: Oh my god, Oh my god
         don't do this to me.
         Women's mind are like reeds (changes easily)
         No, why do you do this
         Don't ask me.
         You shouldn't want more to me.
         I met you today, but you are my love
         If we brake up, we will be strangers, ignoring each other
         I like you, I love you
         It may seem like a lie, but I love you
         I am not a protagonist in a novel or movie
         It's okay, tell me
         I will give you everything for you


P.P.S. This is the sun protection cap I got as a prize

 
 


Wednesday, 10 October 2012

Am I physical or sedentary person

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Am I a physical person or sedentary person?
 
 
Free Writing


     I thnk I am more physical person than sedentary person. There are pretty many reasons why I am physical.
    
     Lots of people think I am physical, I look like I am always hypered, excited, and happy. I am actually not always happy, but I am trying to be. I don't want to bring "black aurora" everywhere, and trying to be happy sometimes actually makes you happy. This fact can be shown to be physical to lots of others. Being happy is better than being sad, right?

     My hobbies are pretty physical too. I like to sing, dance, and play around. But the irony is, I do not like sports. Looking at this side, I may be sedentary but see? Sports is not only way to be physical. On my opinion, just walking around could be physical enough for some people. As I told you, dancing or singing is quite "energy consumming" work.

    However, I am a human being and I can sometimes be sedentary. Other than the hobbies I mentioned above, I like to make "misinga"(easy explanation is you just make a bracelet with a little bit of string, you got to sit still for at least 2~3 hours), web-surf, or watch television programs. Also this comment may be more to being "careful" than sedentary, but I'll just put it here. I think a lot. I think too much that I sometimes spend more than 2 hours just staying at the same spot, thinking. You may not believe if I say this, so I will provide an example. I once had a big concern and to solve, it took me 3 months. This does not mean that I don't do anything and just stay at the spot for 3 months. Of course, I do the other things. But amond my 24 hours of day, concerning took 3 hours everyday, with no lies.

     Will this consider for being sedentary?

     I don't think a lot if people is ONLY sedentary or ONLY physical. People usually have both sides, and I am one of those, having both sedentary and physical personality but physical personality being showed a lot.


P.S. Oh my god, I free write and my writing became very messy :(
Thank you all for reading this very messy writing and have a very happy day♡
 

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