Sunday, September 11, 2011

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtCCvduQmQo and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hCP6bko_4nI&feature=player_embedded#! made me cry so much.

Rest in peace those who died 10 years ago from September 11, 2011. I didn't have any relative - a daddy dead but hearing these voices really made a flood of tears here. I am still crying. The keyboard's very wet. And I don't care at all, I'll just listen to these videos until I cannot cry anymore. :'(

9/11 should have never happened.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Indisputable.

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Recalling

No. 1

Love does not alter. Love stays, even when it's impossible to hold on.

Love can stay firm even uproar comes along the way - it is after all, the reason why people need to wake up and still find the reason to live. And so it does not shake despite catastrophes.

Everything can wither, but unlike a shattered flower that can never bring back its honorable beauty, love can and never has it stayed for nothing but a finite moment.

No. 2

Love is an ever-fixed mark. Tattoos can fade, and so can the colors of the rainbow binding love. But it will always leave a mark no one can deny.

Love is a guide to one's true inspirations and the meaning of what he lives for, why he does that, and an ever-new reason to love. In a dark forest with no lights or fire, it is the star that can save.

Love bears any. Love is not born because of such infatuations even children cannot bear seeing. It sees with the heart, and by the moment it soars the promise that is bravery endowed together with hope, it can endure any pain. And by the power of the latter said, love wins.

B. Interpretation

Does it hurt when you walk with no slippers on? Love, in its simplest form, is the way to something that is purely incredible, and even though they say love is blind, it is in fact the eyes that we need to walk safely even there are no slippers. Love lifts us to a new haven that is far better from before – even we are lost or stupefied. And like the distance from the unbeknownst nothingness, love’s power is infinite; to believe it is faith. And though we may really measure it, the “star’s” true meaning can never be known by the human mind and only the feelings – true feelings of the heart can.

C. Extending

If it weren’t for Sonnet 116, it would still become a long way to go before anything can ever touch my heart with the true essence of love. Books said it is never resentful, Second Glance insinuates that even death could be defied with the love caressing. Movies can prove love is most powerful when main characters kiss and disobeys parents. And William Shakespeare is such a great man for he has contemplated the meaning of love by using few words. If I was to write something about love, I may have consumed 2 papers or so and still not decipher what it really is all about.

Who would deny that love is a very strong tool to forever? Do you see old couples? I can just imagine myself with a partner. I believe that people must be strong for their love’s sake, and even though the holocaust has become more obstructing, and when the lights have gone out, it is a job to control the world with love.

Love is an ever-fixed mark. Tattoos fade, and so is love. But as time goes, everyone can still see the faded stain – rather mark, that will stay there. “Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom.” Shakespeare, wow, just wow. I know when you love you make sacrifices, and when you endure you win.

I believe Shakespeare has loved, and only love can bring out the finest words ever to be written. This sonnet is a piece of fortune, and Shakespeare, I do agree with you. Through the course of this sonnet, I remembered reading a book, A Walk to remember, and how I bawled very much. It has thought me several lessons about love, how it surpasses the impossible, and while death can separate two people's hands, it cannot vanish love which is there forever.

“If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.” And no, he does not lie when he say something about love.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Untying the Mangled.

M: Christian, I have never expected you here.

I: Why, Ma'am May, I never did, too.

M: It's the first time to see you here.

I: Uh. But Ma'am, I'm always here! Maybe it just had happened we never bumped into each other yet.

M: Trust me, Ian. I have already known people who always go here; and you're not in the list. Gees, What brings you here? I will never mind it if you have company... is Joar here? Ricky?

I: No, he's not here apparently, Ma'am. Neither Ricky. I just want to think about our radio drama. The topics. I thought it would be better to do it in a peaceful place. :) Believe me Ma'am that's all.

M: I see, with all the doodles of lyrics there... you have drawn on your paper. And a cup of coffee already cold. To sum it: you in a, well, very tranquil, calm, coffee shop... those six words can never be fixed in a sentence I believed once. (You, in, a, tranquil, coffee, shop excluding other synonymous things) I don't believe you.

I: It so happens I have not thought of my life yet. It so happens, Ma'am, that some people earn something for a change. Do not mind me Ma'am. Pretend I'm not here. Pretend I'm dead.

M: Ian, there are some things man has kept with himself. But you are still a fine boy. You have by all means not found your console yet. Man has already brought himself to a higher level of self-thinking. And you have not yet. Never will that happen if no one will talk to you sincerely.

I: Ma'am. I'd rather keep it to myself; I will never forgive myself if I don't resolve it myself. I don't feel like talking to anyone, forgive me. I do not know... every time I think of it the pain adds a little more. I cannot take it anymore. I'm sorry.

M: Oh. Is that so? Have you ever thought that I'm still your teacher? Anyway, your grades in English will be written in red pen slash pencil... (but before Ma'am continues, Ian blurts out.)

I: Okay here it goes! See, I just can't help but shed a tear. Is that enough already? Or enough to get you a red pen, Ma'am? I hate my life.

M: What about your life?

I: See, I have just felt like nobody fits as a friend anymore. Also, I have been torn. I don't know exactly what to do. Add our Analytic Geometry problem that requires a tremendous Euclidean mind. And I know, for one, that this is just a fraction of it.
It's like everything's going to explode!

M: Ian, how can I understand you if you, yourself would not understand you?

I: That's the point, Ma'am. I have been suffering great dilemma lately.

M: I don't see it in you.

I: That's why I'd rather keep my mouth shut.

M: No, it's useless. Tell your problem, and I promise to keep it a secret.

I: But... I bet you still won't understand. Candor as I may talk, I really lost a friend. I have been imagining myself unaffected. I have always dreamed of smiling always, I've been practicing therapeutic something something and it's all a big loss. I have just proven I'm not a great person after all.

M: No one, in my life, could be as perfect as me, you know. I hope you get my point.

I: I'm trying, Ma'am.

M: See, Ian. Whoever this person is, I hope you find the spirit to live without him. It will never be easy, for some time in our life, there's a special person, regardless of the sex, that will come and turn your whole world upside down, spark you for the first time in your life, then get mad at you, and say a goodbye without opening his mouth. It hurts. And what's strange? Even the happiest people experience it.

I: I know, Ma'am. It's never easy.

M: Do not cry, Ian. Whoever that person is, I hope he sees you. I don't want you crying.

I: That would never happen. I don't think she, apologies, he would never realize the pain. Sometimes, I think no one regrets my loss. I don't know. Do you feel it? When everything goes the other way around, you're so upset, but then it just happens that no one cares at all?
I must be crazy, huh.

M: Ian. Have you ever experienced a day without food?

I: No. I eat food 5 times a day. I drink more soft drinks than anyone can drink. I could have sold those for enough savings. I get your point, Ma'am.

M: See, you get it. We are going there; problem is you don't appreciate things. Frankly, I hate you for thinking like that. Do you think people would really love going with you if you think negatively? I don't think so. You're one of the luckiest people! Problem is you don't think of it. Let others feel you. Your presence! You're there, a person, you feel, therefore, you're human. You are hurt, and so are they. It's normal; to feel invisible. But then do you realize that sometimes you feel like someone other people look up to?
Bottomline: Ian, do not think like that. Whenever my students have problem, the pain stabs me more.

I: Wow, Ma'am. I guess I've just been pessimistic. And egoistic. And narrow-minded. I guess I've just been dumb again. Unlike anyone else who proved they can be a good friend.

M: Ian. I thought you've realized it? Look at me, do I look like I have a problem (Ma'am looks like she has a problem big time)

I: Uh... yeah.

M: Well I'm not scared to show it. I don't wear a mask.

I: What's with not wearing a mask Ma'am? Are you talking metaphorically?...

M: Yes, Ian. You don't want to feel sad. But everybody will be sad. I meant will, because it's not just a probability. You want me to talk to her?

I: No, Ma'am. And how do you know it's a she?

M: I did not. :) All I know is that you would not be so affected if it's just someone from your classification of gender. Do you want?

I: Thank you, Ma'am. But I know for one you've already helped very much. Now it's my turn to help myself. *hugs, sigh, smile at each other, farewell...*

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