Friday the 13th
dearest shadow...
consider this...
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
---Shakespeare; As you like it; Act II, sc.7
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
---Shakespeare; As you like it; Act II, sc.7
Practically everyone knows my passionate laision with shakespeare...yes i know he's dead...who said i cant love a dead man? [love is blind aint it?] i dont hear their cries...i'm just madly in love...and i'm falling in love more and more everyday....O, how shalt i undo myself from thy lovely torture? haizzzz....
i dream greatly these days...when i read the lines, i was wondering which act i am in my life...i think i'm now in Act 3 Scene I....a wonderful Act indeed...i have just closed the curtain on the second act and bravely stand on stage for the new act to begin....
sometimes i cant accept that i'm now 20....i no longer have the -teen suffix attached to my age...but something about that number seems to make me happy....and yes, the day i turned 20 was the start of all glory....
i had a eventful birthday....the best ever....as i have always done, i took stock of my life from the previous year to this year....and i realised that i am indeed blessed...to have all the beautiful people i have in my life right now...and to have experienced all that god gave me that chance to....you wont find me complaining or looking back to regret....i have enough blessings to fill my ever-growling tummy... :)
speaking of which , i must mention...i had a different kinda birthday cake...it was portugese chilli crab...and black pepper stingray....haha...i just loooove seafood...guess some people just know me inside out eh? i loved my birthday "cake" and i went to bed after opening up the pretty stuff...i slept peacefully and dreamt rainbows....just so lovely...i dont count birthdays by stuff, but by the love i get and this year's harvest is just bountiful...nonetheless, thank you so much for the gifts....i dont have the heart to use it....
Someone really close to me mentioned to me that i've grown up alot from the past year....and seeing me grow up like a beautiful princess is a source of joy....i was really touched....only tears could express my happiness at the point....for once in my life, i didnt have words....for once, words were too trivial to express anything....i was silenced....its a rare occasion...i'm never silenced...and i never run outta words....but i did...i'm humbled...i take my hat off to you....you can run along and tell everyone that you shut me up and made me cry...its a feat indeed!
Friends will always be there to join you at the best and worst....and to make sure that i dont feel too old, my soulmate joined me in 48 hours....haha!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUZY!!! i'm so glad you're 20 too...i hope you had a wonderful birthday...if you didnt, fret not...we'll postpone the celebrations...lets do it this way: lets shop till we drop....i can see you gleaming already...
i know its a long post...sorry for not updating on the day itself....i was busy eating chilli crab.....heh...
that said, i'll go skip around my house and maybe count fishies again....tralalala...
:)
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