Sonnet 18

School has started again...and here is the good stuff:
♥I like most of my teachers
♥I like my seat in class
♥I got assigned to sweeping the floor, which isn't as good as whiteboard duty, but thank goodness I didn't have to deal with the stinky garbage.
♥I haven't gotten in trouble with any teachers yet, only the headmistress...but she's a nutcase anyway.
As for the bad stuff?
♣I totally didn't get into the class I wanted
♣BM and Sejarah is all subjective now!!! HELP!!!!
♣Our Chemistry lab tables got painted a fresh diaorrhea (sp?) brown. Ew.
♣...Sonnet 18

***If you haven't reached Form 4 yet, Sonnet 18 is a poem that we have to learn in English Literature.***

Ok, it isn't exactly bad, but it IS kinda hard to understand. I don't get why 'ol Shakespeare liked to twist his words around so much. Thank goodness for all the word-screwing pop/emo bands around nowadays, otherwise I'd still be at a total loss trying to understand this sonnet.


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Here's William Shakespeare's (the original) version of Sonnet 18:

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 dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st 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.

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Imagine your boyfriend read that to you...

BF: *in sappy romantic tone* Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?...
      *finishes*...so long lives this, and this gives life to thee. *proud smile*
You: *blank stare* What the...???


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This is your cue to dump your boyfriend for  making an ass of himself trying to proclaim his love for you. And also the fact that he's not creative enough to write his own love poem, and ripped off the Bard's instead.

Besides, the girls of the new generation like guys to be more upfront and direct, right? No more stumping you with fancy words that will leave you going "uh..." in your boyfriend's crestfallen face.


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Anyway, here's my simplified version of Sonnet 18:

The sun is hot,
But you are hotter.
The summer will end sometime (well, not in Malaysia),
But you'll be stuck with the your looks forever,
Which kinda sucks (no escaping the leers of hormanally-charged guys here).
Furthermore, that also applies even after death,
Which is creepy.
And as long as the minds of man do not deteriorate and start speaking cavemanspeak again,
You'll live forever through this sonnet. (Also assuming that the world doesn't go anti-poetry and destroys all things Shakespeare)
*And thus, the poor Form 4s will be stuck,
Analysing your love poem,
again and again.


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Easy huh? Guess I shoud've taken Literature as an elective after all.


*That's just me bulllshitting. Don't mind me. My mind isn't fully functional yet. =P