Man, it's good to know that some people out there believe in you.

I asked my former Lit. professor, Mr. Templo, to make my recommendation letter for the Humanities Graduate Program. It took several days to remind him about it, but it was worth every minute of waiting.

Here's what I've read:

To whom it may concern,

Joanna was my freshman student during the first semester of the school year 2002-2003. During this time, Joanna proved to be an outstanding student.

I was very satisfied with Joanna’s exceptional performance. She received a grade of 1.75. Her quiz grade was not as high as her recitation grade. This shows her speaking skills are more than adequate and that she contributed plenty to our class discussions.

Overall, Joanna is a very confident student. Given these reasons, I highly recommend Joanna to the Humanities Graduate Program of the University. I believe that she will contribute much in the classes of the program.

Sincerely,
M.J. Templo

I was smiling all the way back home because here I was worried about my not getting a course, and here comes this ego-boosting letter saying that I was an outstanding student. Man, I just love Mr. Templo. He even wished me good luck with my pursuit! Aaaaaah! Ang baet. Ililibre ko yan ng yosi pag nakapasa ako. Haha!

Today has been one of the most hectic days of my life. I decided to cut three of my subjects because I had to do my Humanities application form. Glad to say that although I felt pressured, I like the outcome of the essay I did earlier.

Not much has been going on for me... with the exception that I got the highest grade in the midterm exam. That's a 53 over 60 baby! Yey!

I hadn't expected anything today really since tomorrow is Valentine's Day. But Trina surprised me with a rose a few hours ago. It was the sweetest thing really. And she told me that I was a special friend. Thanks sweetie! You give me food for the soul. *huggles*

Valentine's ain't that bad after all!

Make love not babies! Hahahaha!

How it's like to be a woman.

On top of the flow that comes every month, there's dysmenorhea, muscles pains from P.E., and there's just the whole wide world out to get me.

It's me against the world.

I'm cranky, I'm irritable, I HAVE MY FRIGGIN PERIOD. Don't you mess with me or you'll hear a string of words worthy of the 9th circle of the Inferno.

Have a nice fucking day.

Love is taking a chance. And as cliche as it sounds, it's true. It's risking your heart to the sweet and the bitter. Holding yourself back from the wonders it may bring means that you have missed the ride of your life. Sure, nobody likes getting hurt, but you see, it's a packaged deal. Love and pain. That's why novels get read, movies are watched. It's the never ending cycle of loving and feeling pain that allows us to identify with the characters, thinking we're not alone.

I've never been in love. I've never had a boyfriend. But I'd gladly welcome love with everything it entails because it's a part of life. We need to love and be loved. Feeling pain, the heartache will make us wiser, experienced so I won't hold back.

I suppose it would be like riding the rollercoaster for the first time.

There was a storm and a group of people were stuck inside an old mansion. The rain kept pouring inside the house and all its inhabitants tried to find a dry spot. I was walking down the hallway when I saw a door. I was beckoned to go inside.

The room had a musty feel to it. And there in the middle of the room was a table with a package on top of it. I opened the package and inside were different knicknacks, which I felt that these obviously meant something to someone. Also inside was a letter. A letter addressed to me. I stared at it until my curiosity got the better of me. I opened it and realized that the script was familiar. I glanced at the bottom of the letter and saw the author. It was from G. He wrote to me why he left, gave me reasons why he couldn't stay where I was. He told me he loved me, that he will always love me no matter what. He explained why he left the objects in the box. He said it reminded them of me and it was too painful to look at them without having to know that I would never be his. He said it was better this way. He would try to forget me and I would move on and soon forget him. I cried at the letter. I never knew that he felt that way.

I strode out of the room and sought him out. I travelled everywhere until I saw him, standing outside a shop. He stared at me. I ran to him until we were face to face. He opened his arms and I embraced him. He opened his mouth to say something and all of a sudden...

I woke up.

It was just a dream.

That's what you get when you talk to Chesca about how J was the one for her and how G was the one for me.

I PASSED POLITICAL ECONOMY AND HUMANITIES!!! WOOOOOHOOOOOOOO! I'M SO HAPPY! ECSTATIC! WONDERFUL! GLORIOUS! TRIUMPHANT! GROOVY! WAAAAAHOOOOOO!!!

I FEEL LIKE I'M ON TOP OF THE WORLD! HELL YEAH!

Now the difficult bit is choosing my course. Ehe!

Is it weird that I'm enjoying research for my paper in lit? The sonnet that I'm supposed to analyze is pretty tough and I'm enjoying the research!

How weird... I guess nagseseryoso na ako. Yaaaaaaaaak! Haha!

Lemme just run these ideas before I forget...

What the Sonnet Is
By Eugene Lee-Hamilton

Fourteen small embroidered berries on the hem
Of Circe's mantle, each of magic gold;
Fourteen of lone Calpyso's tears that rolled
Into the sea, for pearls to come to them;
Fourteen clear signs of omen in the gem
With which Medea human fate foretold;
Fourteen small drops, which Faustus, growing old,
Craved of the Fiend, to water Life's dry stem.
It is the pure white diamond Dante brought
To Beatrice; the sapphire Laura wore
When Petrarch but it sparkling out of thought;
The ruby Shakespeare hewed from his heart's core;
The dark, deep emerald that Rossetti wrought
For his own soul, to wear for evermore.

Now it's pretty difficult since there is so much story behind the sonnet. One must know who the characters are and what they have done that could merit them a mention in a sonnet. A sonnet by the way is a poem of unrequited love. That's why at the last 6 lines, Hamilton makes a reference of Dante and his pure love for married Beatrice, Petrarch who wrote the Canzoniere for Laura, and for Rossetti, his immortalized Elizabeth in his paintings.

In my opinion...

The emerald - Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal's emerald green eyes
The sapphire - Laura's eyes
The white diamond - The Divine Comedy

Now what about Shakespeare's ruby? To whom does the ruby refer to? The Dark Lady? Anne Hathaway, his wife?

Lintek na Shakespeare naman eh! Kanino ba talaga?! Ok na sana ehhhhhhhhh pero sex lang ba talaga habol mo kay Dark Lady? Wala bang Luuurve??! It sounds like as if it was tortured... tormented... hewed?

ARGH!