on Shakespeare, with love

William Shakespeare is considered as the greatest poet of all time. Maybe he is, and I'm not saying he's not. Not only did he create unbelievable stories (true to life or plain made-up, they sure hell were great), he also gave whole new meanings to a lot of things. He even gave love depth; not that love is shallow or anything.

I was rummaging through my stuff and stumbled upon the "Shakespeare" ribbon I received way back in first year highschool. Back then I wrote a lot of things. I wrote everyday, about anything and everything. I haven't a clue where I put my writings though, so I wouldn't really know if I was any good back then, or just as sucky as I currently am.

I wish to write genuinely. I wish I was the old me who can write things not mainly out of sadness or fear or heartache. I want to write because I want to, and I need to. They say that writing is a form of self expression, and I'm guilty because I have been using writing only to express my grief, and sadness, and longing. Why can't I write about the good things in life? Why can't I be "Mr. Sunshine" once again?

Shakespeare knew love like he knew nothing else (well, besides being kick-ass in writing). He wrote about the great heights that people would go for love, and how people would fight across treacherous waves and dive into the great deeps just to find love. He made people believe that love, if given to and received from the right person (given the right circumstances and perfect timing) could be the greatest experience a man could ever have. With his works he made his audience float upon clouds and hear endless odes to love. But I guess what makes Shakespeare great, and different from others is that he did not write to deceive people. Sure he made wonderful stories about love, but he countered it with how things, especially relationships, couldn't and wouldn't work. He depicted love as something tangible and attainable, yet he also wrote how love could just go poof on you. He wrote about love, and how to unlove, and what people do when they lose love.

I want to be like William Shakespeare, and maybe someday I will be. Maybe I'll live a wealthy life, greatly revered in the world of literature. Or I might just be another struggling, minimum wage receiver writer living alone in a crummy apartment.

on hangovers and heartaches

tell me i didn't cry too hard.

tell me i didn't go all ballistic and yelled something something every five minutes or so.

tell me i wasn't the emo-est that night.

haha.

funny how i can relate hangovers to heartbreaks. i mean, they have significant similarities, and it surprises us how little these similariites are but come off with big impacts. both start out with something we enjoy. we drink, we fall in love. we get tipsy, we go insane (in a good way) about the loved one. we roll on the floor feeling that doing such antic would impress your buddies, we fall on our knees trying to work out a relationship. we end up with a hangover, we drown in heartache.

i guess i can cite one very significant difference though.

when you get totally drunk, you might wake up the following morning feeling okay; but overnight sleep (or a week's, month's, even year's worth of sleep) can't relieve the excruciating pain a heartache brings.

great

"Hindi kasi ako si Jose Rizal..."

Upon hearing those words from Don Dumlao, I immediately stopped listening to his discussion about something something. and was startled with the question I asked myself, "Why can't I be like him? Why don't I try and BE like Rizal". Siyempre joke lang yun. Epal mode. Haha.

Seriously, idol ko si Rizal. Artist, doctor, at kung anu- ano pa, higit sa lahat, chicker. Haha. H'wag na lamang masyadong bigyang pansin ang chismis na siya'y bading. Haha.

Great. For updating's sake. Amph

i found no reason to do so

I hate marketing work, if it weren't for my love for the clan, I would save myself from the trouble of finding sponsors and sending them "soli letters' (as I've come to know). I have about twelve contacts of prospect sponsors and the letters need to be given asap (either by hand, snail mail, or via the net). Worst part is that it's not even my job. Oh well, haha.

my dember (sorry na, yun yung pinapakinggan ko eh)

23 days to go before christmas! At dahil diyan, mag po-post ako ng tagalog entry. Okay okay, alam kong walang koneksyon ang choice of writing slash typing language ko with the yuletide season. Patawarin niyo na ko, ang lamig kasi eh. Oo, wala ding koneksyon yun!

Ramdam na ramdam ko ngayon ang December (unlike last year), siguro dahil na rin mas malamig ngayong taon. Ambilis ng panahon, 11 months ago, December 2006 lang, ngayon December 2007 na. Madaming nabago at nangyari sa labing-isang buwan na nakalipas. Pumayat ako, tumaba ulit, nagpakulay ng buhok, nawala ang kulay ng buhok, nagpakulay ulit, sumayaw sa DL Umali ng tatlo lang kami, nakasayaw sa stage ng Baker Hall na naguumapaw kami sa dami, nakasayaw sa UP Theatre sa Diliman, naka "m.u" si *beep*, napagtantong mahal pa din si *beep* kaya iniwan si *beep*, nakalimutan yung dalawa, nakilala si *beep*, nadevelop sa kanya,minahal siya,pinilit limutin, pero walang nangyari. Ang hindi lang ata nagbago eh malamig pa din ang pasko ko. Hindi malamig na dala ng ginaw, kundi lamig na dala ng pagkukulang sa pagmamahal. Sabi nga sa isang quote na tinext sakin (sorry na, nakalimutan ko kung sino nag send,pero taos puso akong nagpapasalamat sa pagpapa-alala sa akin na nag-iisa ako, leche! joke lang)

"heartbreak does not come from the fact that you're alone whilst everyone has someone to be with, it comes from the fact that despite the billion people living in this world, no one loved you back.."

Okay, next topic.

Napakasama kong bata. Walang kokontra, bata pa ko, nineteen pa lang ako mehn. May ilang buwan pa ko bago tumungtong palabas sa mundo ng pagiging isang tineyjer. Pero pwede kayong mag affirm na masama ako, huwag niyo lang i "in your face" sa akin. Haha. Pero totoo, binalewala ko ang mga payo ng matatanda na huwag sunugin ang baga ko, na huwag gawing dilaw ang atay ko. O gets niyo na? Kung hindi pa, eh di good. Nattandaan ko pa noong medyo bata-bata pa ko't nakanta ng "Laklak" habang gamit ang walis tambo bilang isang gitara.

"nagsimula sa patikim-tikim, pinilit kong gustuhin..bisyo'y nagsimulang lumalim, kaya ngayo'y kayhirap tanggalin.."

Totoo pala lyrics nung kanta, kung sino ka mang nagsulat niyan, buhay ka pa ba?

Totoo yung sinabi ko kay Roy nung isang beses na naglalakad kami papuntang Raymundo gate. Na ngayon lang ako "nagsimulang maging college student". Makalipas ang humigi't kumulang na dalawang taon eh ngayon ko lang naranasan ang mag apartment (natural, malapit lang naman talaga bahay namin sa elbi eh). Ngayon ko lang naranasan ang magising ng puro kagat ng lamok at langgam. Ngayon lang din ako nakaranas ng maubusan ng pera, kumain ng okoy bilang pananghalian, umuwi ng maaga, gumising ng madaling araw, lumabas ng apartment ng mga alas tres ng madaling araw para mag yosi, uminom sa kalagitnaan ng linggo, at kung anu-ano pa. Marahil delinkwente ako para sa iba, pero pagbigyan niyo na ko, tao lang ako. Haha! Kaylangan kong maranasan ang mga ito. Hindi naman pwedeng matapos ang buhay ng tao na wala siyang kinakaing madumi diba? Tsaka, mas marami pang mas masahol pa sa amin. Haha.

Alas tres na pala ng hapon. Lunes na ulit bukas, dalawa lang naman ang klase ko pag Lunes. FIL20 kay Sir Dumlao ng alas diyes ng umaga at HUM2 ky Sir Yambao ng 2:30pm (okay,nahirapan ako itagalog yun). Pagakatapos noon ay pwede na akong mag proven kasama housemates ko, habang inaantay ang calltime ng training sa Baker Hall. Woi, balita ko champion ulit ang UP Diliman's UP Street Dance Club sa Skechers Year 3! Congrats! 3 wins! Grabe kayo, kami naman! Haha!

Wala na akong masabi. Meron pala, kaso natatakot akong pag sinabi ko yun, baka magbago ang lahat ng meron tayo (kung anumang meron tayo, hindi ko din alam).