Just a little something we wrote in English :) Yay life.
Tomorrow Is On Its Way
by Paige Burton
I’d thought that Alice in Wonderland was a silly story. . . until I read it. I’d only seen the movie adaptations. When I finally read it a few years ago, I fell in love. It was filled with excitement and wonder. It was that kind of excitement and wonder that stays in your heart forever, reminding you of pure childhood magic. Carroll writes:
“Suppose it were nine o’clock in the morning, just time to begin lessons: you’d only have to whisper a hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling! Half-past one, time for dinner!” . . .
“That would be grand, certainly,” said Alice thoughtfully; “but then-- I shouldn’t be hungry for it, you know.”
“Not at first, perhaps,” said the Hatter: “but you could keep it to half-past one as long as you liked.”
Unfortunately, I can’t do that. Time keeps going. Tomorrow is on its way. If I don’t live life proactively, tomorrow will be here, and my chance will be lost.
Last year I got a pocket watch. When I’m stressed, I hold it against my ear and listen. I used to hate the sound of clocks ticking. Now it takes me to Wonderland, that land where the Time that we know here doesn’t exist. Tomorrow is on its way, but it hasn’t come yet.
They say it’s darkest before the dawn. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like the dawn will come, and you’re falling down a never-ending rabbit hole. But you pick up your pocket watch. You hold it against your ear, and you listen. Tick. . . tick. . . tick. . . And you realize that dawn is coming. You can hear it getting closer. Tomorrow is on its way, and it’s bringing a brighter day.
Tomorrow is on its way. Whether we choose to work toward, ignore, or find hope in it, it will be here soon. This I believe, and it is this that gives me strength.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Broken and New
I
Excitement and confidence
Racing through me,
Doubtless that I’d get in.
They knew I could sing.
They knew I could act.
They knew I could dance.
My unwavering dream of five years--
AIDA: The Musical.
It was finally coming true.
They’d let us know
Who got a part
In a few day’s time.
Anticipation builds
As I wait.
The list is up!
II
. . . Heartbreak.
I just don’t understand.
I was so sure I could do it.
“It’s okay,” I tell them.
“I’m so proud of all of you!
Make it the best show I’ve ever seen!”
But trying to be strong is hard.
Once that shell breaks,
All you have inside is pain.
I can be cheerful
For a while.
But is seeming “happy”
Worth the hurt?
Sometimes
You need to fall to the ground
And just cry.
Cry for the hopelessness.
Cry for your shattered heart.
Cry, if only for the sake of crying.
And then you get up.
You brush away your broken dreams
And you pray you’ll find something else to live for.
Though still crushed,
I go back.
I go back to where this grief began.
I know I can’t be in it,
But maybe. . .
Maybe I can still be a part of it.
I could make the play.
It can’t come to life without costumes!
There’s a spark of hope.
Sparks become flames,
And flames rise,
Bright and warm.
Under the broken pieces
Of my former passion,
I think I’ve finally found it:
My new dream.
Excitement and confidence
Racing through me,
Doubtless that I’d get in.
They knew I could sing.
They knew I could act.
They knew I could dance.
My unwavering dream of five years--
AIDA: The Musical.
It was finally coming true.
They’d let us know
Who got a part
In a few day’s time.
Anticipation builds
As I wait.
The list is up!
II
. . . Heartbreak.
I just don’t understand.
I was so sure I could do it.
“It’s okay,” I tell them.
“I’m so proud of all of you!
Make it the best show I’ve ever seen!”
But trying to be strong is hard.
Once that shell breaks,
All you have inside is pain.
I can be cheerful
For a while.
But is seeming “happy”
Worth the hurt?
Sometimes
You need to fall to the ground
And just cry.
Cry for the hopelessness.
Cry for your shattered heart.
Cry, if only for the sake of crying.
And then you get up.
You brush away your broken dreams
And you pray you’ll find something else to live for.
III
Though still crushed,
I go back.
I go back to where this grief began.
I know I can’t be in it,
But maybe. . .
Maybe I can still be a part of it.
I could make the play.
It can’t come to life without costumes!
There’s a spark of hope.
Sparks become flames,
And flames rise,
Bright and warm.
Under the broken pieces
Of my former passion,
I think I’ve finally found it:
My new dream.
Friday, August 24, 2012
The Lord works in mysterious ways :) or something like that.
So, today in seminary we talked about Mark 4:37-41,
which reads:
37- And there arose a great storm of wind, and the waves beat into
the ship, so that it was now full.
38- And he was in the hinder part of the ship, asleep on a pillow:
and they awake him, and say unto him, Master, carest thou not that we perish?
39- And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea,
peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.
40- And he said unto them, Why are ye so fearful? How is it that
ye have no faith?
41- And they feared exceedingly, and said one to another, What
manner of man is this, that even the wind and sea obey him?
We were talking about how sometimes we might feel like Christ is "sleeping" when we have trials in our lives, but in reality, He has everything under control. I couldn't think of a moment when I've ever really thought that, so I guess it didn't sink in quite as much as it could have. However, after school, I had a crazy experience which kinda helped it make A LOT more sense.
Today while walking down the hall to get my chemistry book, I saw my friends Lexee and Blaine in the hallway, working on their physics lab. They needed a timer, so I let them borrow my phone. I forgot to get it back after class, AND lunch, AND after school. When I got home, I called my phone, thinking Blaine had it. Someone answered, but it didn't *quite* sound like Blaine, and I assumed that he was probably just tired and sounding un-Blaine-y. I drove to his house, which just so happens to be on a pretty steep hill. I stopped in front of his house and put the emergency brake on. When he answered the door, we found out that it was indeed not Blaine who had my phone, it was Matt (Lexee had given it to him). All of a sudden, Blaine's mom, who was standing by the door, said, "What's going on??" I turned around and the car was ROLLING DOWN THE HILL. It rolled, turned, went up on their neighbor's lawn, hit a rock in the front garden (we think), bounced back and rolled onto my friend Ian's lawn, finally stopping with the front wheels on the grass and the back wheels on the road. Might I say, SCARIEST. EXPERIENCE. OF. MY. LIFE. Probably. Luckily, no one was hurt, the yards are okay (except a few flowers), and the car is fine!!
The whole experience got me thinking- Christ doesn't always keep bad things from happening to us. In fact, trials make us stronger and teach us big lessons! Though He may not keep bad experiences from happening, He does keep them from getting too far out of hand and will take the wheel. In my case, I think he literally did just that. See, I usually say a prayer when I drive because let's be honest here, I'm a female Asian teenage driver in Utah. That's not exactly the best combination. Today I didn't pray before I drove. Maybe I'd just gotten over-confident and didn't feel like I needed to. I'm not totally sure how the car managed to turn at the weird angle that it did, but if it hadn't, the car could have gotten wrecked really badly, other property would've been damaged, and it's possible that someone could have gotten hurt. Just remember, the Lord is always there, even if you don't feel like He is, or if, like me, you simply forget. He knows what you can handle, and sometimes you need to struggle a bit before He'll come to your aid, because you need to learn something. As others have said, "Sometimes you wonder why you can't hear God's voice during your trials. But remember, the teacher is always quiet during the test." Please don't forget that He always knows what's going on and wants to help you, but you have to do your part first... And don't forget to put the car in park before you turn it off. :)
We were talking about how sometimes we might feel like Christ is "sleeping" when we have trials in our lives, but in reality, He has everything under control. I couldn't think of a moment when I've ever really thought that, so I guess it didn't sink in quite as much as it could have. However, after school, I had a crazy experience which kinda helped it make A LOT more sense.
Today while walking down the hall to get my chemistry book, I saw my friends Lexee and Blaine in the hallway, working on their physics lab. They needed a timer, so I let them borrow my phone. I forgot to get it back after class, AND lunch, AND after school. When I got home, I called my phone, thinking Blaine had it. Someone answered, but it didn't *quite* sound like Blaine, and I assumed that he was probably just tired and sounding un-Blaine-y. I drove to his house, which just so happens to be on a pretty steep hill. I stopped in front of his house and put the emergency brake on. When he answered the door, we found out that it was indeed not Blaine who had my phone, it was Matt (Lexee had given it to him). All of a sudden, Blaine's mom, who was standing by the door, said, "What's going on??" I turned around and the car was ROLLING DOWN THE HILL. It rolled, turned, went up on their neighbor's lawn, hit a rock in the front garden (we think), bounced back and rolled onto my friend Ian's lawn, finally stopping with the front wheels on the grass and the back wheels on the road. Might I say, SCARIEST. EXPERIENCE. OF. MY. LIFE. Probably. Luckily, no one was hurt, the yards are okay (except a few flowers), and the car is fine!!
The whole experience got me thinking- Christ doesn't always keep bad things from happening to us. In fact, trials make us stronger and teach us big lessons! Though He may not keep bad experiences from happening, He does keep them from getting too far out of hand and will take the wheel. In my case, I think he literally did just that. See, I usually say a prayer when I drive because let's be honest here, I'm a female Asian teenage driver in Utah. That's not exactly the best combination. Today I didn't pray before I drove. Maybe I'd just gotten over-confident and didn't feel like I needed to. I'm not totally sure how the car managed to turn at the weird angle that it did, but if it hadn't, the car could have gotten wrecked really badly, other property would've been damaged, and it's possible that someone could have gotten hurt. Just remember, the Lord is always there, even if you don't feel like He is, or if, like me, you simply forget. He knows what you can handle, and sometimes you need to struggle a bit before He'll come to your aid, because you need to learn something. As others have said, "Sometimes you wonder why you can't hear God's voice during your trials. But remember, the teacher is always quiet during the test." Please don't forget that He always knows what's going on and wants to help you, but you have to do your part first... And don't forget to put the car in park before you turn it off. :)
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Life is Good :)
At the moment, I'm watching Shaolin Soccer- good show, good show. Speaking of good shows, has anyone seen My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic? It's kinda my favorite at the moment :) but that's beside the point. Anyway, it's been a busy summer! Driver's ed, Girl's Camp, Princess Festival, Disneyland, ballroom, roading, Trek, lots of stuff!! But it's been great! Princess Festival, for those of you who don't hear me talk about it aaall the time, is my absolute FAVORITE part of the year! See, it's a big fundraiser, and there's a cast of princes and princesses (and fairies and hobbydukes!) that the little girls get to come meet. I got the wonderful opportunity to be Princess Topaz, the youngest of the 12 Dancing Princesses. Can I just say, it was the BEST EVER! It was nearly 100 degrees outside, and we were outside on our feet- well, supposed to be on our feet- for hours, but it was still super awesome. Little kids are the cutest!! One little girl in a Snow White dress came and held my hand for an entire show except the few times she went to get a drink, and another girl fell asleep while I was holding her. It was kinda super adorable :) I love Princess Festival uberdy duberdy much. Trek was also amazing!! I don't think I've cried so much in public before... heh. Sorry for my super ADD thoughts, just by the way. No biggie. I think I'll just go now (: nighty night, dearests!
Friday, April 27, 2012
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
The Magical Solution to LIFE!
So, I've been thinking... have you ever had one of those really jacked up days and it seems like everything is going wrong? Well, I know how to fix it :D Ready? Okay, here it is- just think to yourself, "Gee, at least I'm not an ugly baby turtle." It worked, didn't it?? You know why? Because about 99.9999999999999% of baby turtles are cute, and to be an ugly baby turtle would pretty much be the worst thing in the world that could ever happen to you EVER. But, you aren't an ugly baby turtle, and therefore, your life isn't as bad as you think :) You're welcome!
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Oh, and I just remembered something else! Today I was in the library looking at books, and found the mythology and folk tales section! Not only that, but there was a book called Romantic Tales from the Age of Chivalry or something along those lines. It made my heart melt with joy and whatnot. Of course, I'm a little sad that it was in the mythology section.... Hmm.... O_o There's something to think about.
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"Eat food!"
Oh, and I just remembered something else! Today I was in the library looking at books, and found the mythology and folk tales section! Not only that, but there was a book called Romantic Tales from the Age of Chivalry or something along those lines. It made my heart melt with joy and whatnot. Of course, I'm a little sad that it was in the mythology section.... Hmm.... O_o There's something to think about.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Movies and Life, pt 2
And while the thought is still in my head, I've figured out something else that would be really sweet. A letter. How did I not think of this earlier? :P
Monday, January 23, 2012
Sometimes I wish life was like the movies
Well, not a scary movie. Or... not an action movie either. Is it safe to say chick flick? Probably more of a musical comedy, or just a classic. They have the best stories, really (: I mean, I was watching Les Mis last night (the 1998 one) and it really made me wish that someone would come and visit me at my window, like the cute scene when Marius finally talks to Cosette for the first time (granted, it was through the little window in the door). Or in Thumbelina when Cornelius meets her on the window sill, or in Letters to Juliet- I won't say Romeo and Juliet, because they just die- when Charlie climbs up to the balcony to Sophie, even though he ends up falling :) Anywho, I think that would be really sweet. Of course, I'd probably be scared out of my face if someone randomly showed up at my window and I'd think they were a serial killer (even though my friend Zahra and I have decided that my pennywhistle playing is quite sufficient to keep them away), but it's still a nice sentiment. What about riding off into the sunset? That would be nice ^_^ or... hmm I just like beautiful hair. Like Keith Harkin's :D plus he sings, plays guitar, surfs, is kind of a cowboy, so on and so forth. Oh yeah, and he's IRISH :) That was a tangent. Okay, so what else is there? Dancing, dancing is good. Not jump-around-type dancing, but legit dancing. Like... ballroom or something. Ooh! And guys that act like loners but are actually sweeties, like Garrett from Quest for Camelot, or Nico di Angelo. And let's not forget all the ones who fight for their girls- Prince Eric, Prince Phillip, The Beast, Aladdin, Hercules (Disney version, obviously), Tarzan, Li Shang, and Megamind :) Megamind is blue. I also like Dr. Horrible, but that could just be because he's played by Neil Patrick Harris. Yes. There's probably more that I was going to write, but... I'm not going to. Why? Because I'm lazy and forgetful ^_^ fare thee well, friends!
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
A little something I thought I'd share :)
The Touch of the Master's Hand
'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bid, good friends?" he cried.
"Who'll start the bidding for me?
One dollar! Only one? And who will make it two?
Two dollars once. And three!
Three dollars, once. And three dollars, twice.
And going, and going," but no...
From the back of the room, a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow.
And wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loose strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As carolling angels sing.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said, "What am I bid for the old violin?"
As he held up the bow.
"One thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?
Two thousand dollars, and three!
Three thousand, once. And three thousand, twice.
And going, and going, and gone!" said he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We don't quite understand
What changed its worth." Swift came the reply.
"The touch of the master's hand."
And many a man with life out of tune
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like this old violin.
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He's going once, and going twice.
And going, and almost gone.
But the Master comes, and the thoughtless crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul, and the change that is wrought
By the touch of the Master's hand.
--Myra Brooks Welch
'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bid, good friends?" he cried.
"Who'll start the bidding for me?
One dollar! Only one? And who will make it two?
Two dollars once. And three!
Three dollars, once. And three dollars, twice.
And going, and going," but no...
From the back of the room, a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow.
And wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loose strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As carolling angels sing.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said, "What am I bid for the old violin?"
As he held up the bow.
"One thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?
Two thousand dollars, and three!
Three thousand, once. And three thousand, twice.
And going, and going, and gone!" said he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We don't quite understand
What changed its worth." Swift came the reply.
"The touch of the master's hand."
And many a man with life out of tune
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like this old violin.
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He's going once, and going twice.
And going, and almost gone.
But the Master comes, and the thoughtless crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul, and the change that is wrought
By the touch of the Master's hand.
--Myra Brooks Welch
Friday, January 6, 2012
Lalalalala...
Ohllo! So, um, I'm not really sure why the formatting is all jacked up on here... buuut I'm too lazy to try and fix it more than I have. There, there. You're heartbroken, I know :P Anywho.... It's 2012, and I don't plan on letting the world end this year :) Who's with me?! Yep, you'd better be. That is all :)
Happily Ever After...
She sat in her room, writing.
"I've lived my whole life believing in fairytales. You know, in love with the idea that everyone gets a happy ending. That one day, when I'm in distress, a handsome prince will come to sweep me off my feet, and we'll live happily ever after. That life will just be peachy forever, and the only worry I'll have ever again would be what to wear that day."
She started thinking of him- his goofy smile, the way his eyes seemed to brighten when he said her name, every one of his cute little quirks.
"But sometimes I get that... sinking feeling that maybe life just isn't what I used to think. Life isn't worry-free. It's hard. I know I can get through it, because I'm a princess..."
He told her that every day.
"And princesses are strong. I've learned that real princesses aren't the spoiled, too delicate girls who get whatever they want merely by wishing. No, we're pretty tough when we need to be. I know I could get through life's hardships myself... but I don't know that I want to. That's what I'm scared of- that I'll have to do it alone."
She couldn't imagine life without him, but she knew she should probably get used to it... He was too good for her.
"It isn't the trials that frighten me, it's the thought that I won't have my knight in shining armor to be by my side, to hold me when I'm sad, or be happy with me when good things happen. That I won't have the happy ending, just the colorless existence and a lonely end. I've been alone before- it isn't fun."
She thought back to when she was younger, back when she was wandering in this curious place by herself. Back before she took a certain turn, not quite knowing where she would end up, but ultimately ending up meeting him.
"What if I never find someone to share every joy and sorrow with? If I never meet my true love? ....Will I ever find my prince?"
"Alice! Where are you, my sweet?" She looked out the second story window to see a cheerful Hatter staring up at her, a silly smile plastered on his face. He was holding a bouquet of flowers. "I have a riddle for you and I need you to answer it!" Alice, used to this sort of thing by now, asked what his riddle was.
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" She had heard this many, many times before.
"I haven't the slightest idea," she replied.
"Me neither. But I was hoping, Alice, that perhaps you would have the slightest idea of whether or not you would like to marry me?" It took her a moment to understand what he was saying. Then, with tears starting to fall, she ran down the stairs to him, overjoyed. But not, however, before writing one last thing.
"You know, I think I've finally found him."
"I've lived my whole life believing in fairytales. You know, in love with the idea that everyone gets a happy ending. That one day, when I'm in distress, a handsome prince will come to sweep me off my feet, and we'll live happily ever after. That life will just be peachy forever, and the only worry I'll have ever again would be what to wear that day."
She started thinking of him- his goofy smile, the way his eyes seemed to brighten when he said her name, every one of his cute little quirks.
"But sometimes I get that... sinking feeling that maybe life just isn't what I used to think. Life isn't worry-free. It's hard. I know I can get through it, because I'm a princess..."
He told her that every day.
"And princesses are strong. I've learned that real princesses aren't the spoiled, too delicate girls who get whatever they want merely by wishing. No, we're pretty tough when we need to be. I know I could get through life's hardships myself... but I don't know that I want to. That's what I'm scared of- that I'll have to do it alone."
She couldn't imagine life without him, but she knew she should probably get used to it... He was too good for her.
"It isn't the trials that frighten me, it's the thought that I won't have my knight in shining armor to be by my side, to hold me when I'm sad, or be happy with me when good things happen. That I won't have the happy ending, just the colorless existence and a lonely end. I've been alone before- it isn't fun."
She thought back to when she was younger, back when she was wandering in this curious place by herself. Back before she took a certain turn, not quite knowing where she would end up, but ultimately ending up meeting him.
"What if I never find someone to share every joy and sorrow with? If I never meet my true love? ....Will I ever find my prince?"
"Alice! Where are you, my sweet?" She looked out the second story window to see a cheerful Hatter staring up at her, a silly smile plastered on his face. He was holding a bouquet of flowers. "I have a riddle for you and I need you to answer it!" Alice, used to this sort of thing by now, asked what his riddle was.
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" She had heard this many, many times before.
"I haven't the slightest idea," she replied.
"Me neither. But I was hoping, Alice, that perhaps you would have the slightest idea of whether or not you would like to marry me?" It took her a moment to understand what he was saying. Then, with tears starting to fall, she ran down the stairs to him, overjoyed. But not, however, before writing one last thing.
"You know, I think I've finally found him."
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