Thursday, December 30, 2004
*sigh* It's so troublesome to like someone. All you start to see are his/her good points, and totally ignore the flaws he/she posseses. After you fall out of love, it's all vice-versa. I've seen too many incidents like that. What, do I look like a 'consultant'? ._. Someone actually tried to recite Shakespere and asked me if that was a nice 'catch phrase'. Well, in my humble opinion, NO. 1stly, you've got it all wrong, as I've already claimed on the phone yesterday when you didn't believe me. 2ndly, you + shakespeare does not make you the new Romeo. You should borrow my shakespere book some time. Pffft I say, pfffft. Men.Why can't they just lay off and be themselves? I'm like trying to tell everyone that, and they just go "but she doesn't like me that way.."
My answer: THEN DON'T FRICKING LIKE HER GOD DAMN IT. *regains composure* *breathes slowly* Sigh, what, you despo or something? If she doesn't like you that way, find someone who will like you that particular way. You're not supposed to be someone else to be loved. It's common sense, even for me to say all this.
Aaaaanyhow. After yesterday, I pulled out my little wubby-dubby shakespere book, filled with nice lovely quotes, and I suppose I should just write them down. No using it for new catch phrases though, I'll be after your numbskull and thwacking it with my bag.
Romeo & Juliet:
"My bounty as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite."
"Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow."
Twelfth Night: (Someone else actually recited this one for me to know. <3)
"If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die."
A Midsummer Night's Dream:
"Thou, thou , Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes,
And interchanged love-tokens with my child.
Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung
With feigning voices verses of feigning love,
And stolen the imoression of her fantasy.
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gauds, conceits,
Knacks, trifles, nodegays, sweetmeats - messengers
Of strong prevailment in unhardened youth -
With cunning hast thou filched my daughter's heart,
Turned her obedience which is due to me
To stubborn harshness."
The Sonnets:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By change or nature's changing course, untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."
anyhow whacked by gloria @ 9:22 am