Crazy Little Thing Called "Love"

               "What is love?", "Who is your crush?", I normally answer those questions since I was only an elementary student. Those questions are always included in any Autograph Notebook or Slambook of my classmates since then. My classmates would always take a look in my answer there, however, I just always answer, "Love is blind", "Love is like a rosary, full of mystery", etc. Whenever I see a couple in the street, holding their hands together, I was like, "Oh! That girl is very lucky because she always have a man to protect her and care for her." I don't know nothing about love that time. I am just a fan of love stories. But then when I became a high school student, everything seems just not the same.




               Yes, I had been in love. In love with a guy who is so handsome, gentleman, sweet and kind. I agree that I was been easily fooled with his sweet words. I don't know how I fell in love with him even though he's not that appealing to me. He confessed his feelings for me last February 11, 2011 and we start ignoring each other last April 2, 2011. Yes, those days were too memorable for me. But now, I already knew that he just lied to me. I admit that I felt happy in those times. And as they say, Pain is always a partner of love. I experienced a total happiness whenever he did something to me even though it's just a simple thing or not that important. I also experienced being took care of my crush and whenever I thought of that scenario again and again, my feelings would never change. Now, we're just strangers.

            
           I know that to hate someone you used to love is such a painful feeling. I hope that we can still be friends. I am so thankful to him because if it wasn't for him, I will not experience love and pain. I also became a stronger person because of him. I will not be able to write this blog entry if he didn't let me experience that. And also, I have my true, best friends now because of him. And if he would have a chance to read this, I just want to say, "Thanks for the memories and I am lucky that I met you. I hope you're always happy now. Take care always." And now, I finally get over him, and I also have my new crush now.




            Love comes in different ways. For me, love is when you're having butterflies in stomach whenever you see him. Love is seeing an imperfect person, perfectly. Love is sacrificing everything just for the one you love. It is just like letting go of someone who you really love but he wants you to get out of his life. And you sacrifice your feelings just to make him happy. Love is when you could accept all the bad attitudes of him. Love is everlasting because I believe that first love doesn't exist but true love do. Love is when you could imagine your future with him. Love is like heights. People are necessarily afraid of it, but their true fear lies behind the idea of falling. And lastly, love is a certain feeling which is very unexplained and unpredictable. No one can't ever define the true meaning of love unless he/she experienced how to love and how to be loved. And their meaning of it also depends on the situation he/she had.


          I would love a man to be inspired and have a companion whenever I have problems. Also to have someone beside me to protect me. I also want to prove that true and everlasting love do exist. My ideal man is kind, gentleman, God-fearing, Music lover, knows how to play instruments or how to sing, loyal, someone who will never be get tired of my attitude and especially the one who will respect me and my parents. And of course, the one who would love me despite of my attitude and my physical attributes.

Imagine me without them? I'm miserable at best.

              Teacher. A six letter word which means a lot to me. A teacher is someone that is always be there who will be patiently teach us the lessons for academics and also lessons in life. They are our second parents in our life. But, before going in to a school, I already met my very first teacher. My first teacher, of course, is my mother. They say that having a mother who is working as a teacher is such a fun thing. Yes, it is fun but, I know to myself that it was quite difficult. After almost ten years of hard works of my mom, I conclude that being a teacher is really hard. Because of being so busy about her lesson plans and visual aids, she didn't even taught a single lesson to me since I was an elementary pupil up to now. I decided to be an independent one when it comes to my studies so that I will never bother her. My mom taught me how to read, sing, dance, count and many many more. And because of that, I salute all of  the mothers out there.


            Sitting in a classroom, I think back to those days when I hated to get up early. Those moments when I couldn't stand to be in school and couldn't wait to get home. In the beginning I was that child that struggled, until the day those special teachers came into my life. Those who believed in me and took time with me, helped me find that school was fascinating and that I was intelligent and had something to give. They come to our class on time and always greet us with their sweet smiles. They understand my weaknesses and praise me when I have progress. They taught me patiently even though I know that I am sometimes noisy and stubborn. My teachers are my second parents and also my friends. I am so lucky to have teachers like them.
A teacher is like spring, who nurtures new green sprouts.Encourages and leads them whenever they have doubts.



           I want to take this opportunity to extent my deepest gratitude to the heroes of my life. Thank you, teacher, for being my life's role model.Thank you, teacher for giving me a goal to shoot for.I'm happy that you're my teacher. I enjoy each lesson you teach. As my role model you inspire me to dream, to work and to reach. With your kindness, you get my attention. Every day you are planting a seed of curiosity and motivation in me to know, to grow and  to succeed. You help me fulfill my potential and I'm thankful for all that you've done. I admire you each day, and I just want to say, as a teacher, you're number one! I thank you now for everything you've done. Your kind attention touched my mind and heart in many ways that you will never know. I will remember you my whole life through. Thank you because if it wasn't for you, I'll be miserable at best.

Much Ado About Errors

Back in the 1500’s, there was once a nobleman named Claudio who lived in Milan, Italy. He served under the duke, Hamlet. Claudio had no family for they had all died so Hamlet took Claudio under his wing when he was but a wee lad. Hamlet gave him education, taught him the ways of battle, and gave him love and care unlike any other. Claudio was very good friends with Duke Hamlet’s son who was also named Hamlet. They took their lessons together, spared together, and they even shared a room. All was good and well until Duke Hamlet’s brother, Claudius, came into the picture.

Claudius had his best scheme ever, planned for many months and refined so many times. Carefully, he would convince the people that Hamlet pays too much attention to his studies and that he does not have time to manage the town and help them with their problems. He would have his brother and his nephew killed before his very eyes, allowing him to take the title of Duke.   

On the ides of March, Claudius had carried out his plan. He had convinced the people that Hamlet doesn't have time for them and that they should get a new duke. He also said that Hamlet and his son Hamlet should be executed. The people said that it was too harsh so they decided that Duke Hamlet will just be exiled.  When Hamlet and his son were exiled, Claudio had helped them get their necessities and helped them aboard a proper ship. When duke Hamlet was gone, Claudius had become the new Duke of Milan.

One year later, a group of people including Claudius, Claudio and Ophelia decided to board a ship home to Milan from a wedding held in Africa that they had attended. During the past year, Duke Hamlet had diligently studied magic, the kind that could help him get his vengeance.  Though learning this magic would be long and perilous, he would stop at nothing to make them pay. During their voyage back to Milan, the ship faced terrible weather. Winds bellowed hard, waves crashed against the ship’s sides, and the sky roared rage. Shipwrecked, they reached a small island. When they washed up ashore, all their eyes met a pair of kind dark ones. It was Duke Hamlet, sporting a tunic of rags and a hermit’s beard. Everyone was surprised! Who knew that out of all the islands they could be shipwrecked in; they had to be washed up on Hamlet’s island? Duke Hamlet had welcomed them with a smile on his face, the friendliest smile ever. It was as if his exile had never happened. Duke Hamlet welcomed them into his home. As the cast-aways entered the house, Duke Hamlet stood by the door, holding it open for them. Claudius was the last person to enter. Duke Hamlet smiled even more and urged Claudius inside. Claudius smiled back and continued on. As he looked at Claudius’ back… he smiled a whole lot more.

A soothsayer passed by and told them “Beware the Ides of March!” Claudius walked away from the group for a while to calm his nerves; he was bothered about what the Soothsayer had said. He knew his brother and he was one to hold a deep grudge. Hamlet was wise and clever so he could have easily figured out that Claudius was the one who set him up. What if Hamlet wanted his revenge? What would he do then? No, he cannot meet his match just yet. He’ll convince the group of people who washed ashore with him to “take care” of Hamlet. They’ll sneak up on Hamlet when he’s alone, then strike him from the back, so he won’t be able to dodge the blade.

Claudius was the leader of one group and Claudio was the leader of the other. Everything was going to go all according to plan… or so they thought. Little did they know what Claudio had in his mind, Claudio thought deeply all the time since this little assassination plan came to life a few hours ago. He thought and thought of what he could do that would keep suspicion off him until the assassination time AND save Hamlet… then it struck him. He knew what to do. It might have been the only way. Had things progressed differently, they might have all been enjoying a nice dinner together but no, Claudius had to take his last breath tonight. He wasn't exactly sure on how to do it, but he would, definitely.

                It was dark, eerie, and downright creepy that night. Everyone was in their places, knives in hand. Everyone there was to stab Hamlet. Claudio was running out of time. He slowly crawled away from where they were hiding. Since it was nighttime, nobody noticed him leave, especially since he had been quiet all day, making his presence unnoticeable. He went to find Hamlet and to warn him on what the group of men with knives was planning to do. He told him where Claudius was hiding.  He was so frantic because Claudius had asked Hamlet to meet him there to talk. The former duke initially thought that his brother was going to apologize… and then he would do the deed. Looking at Claudio with confident eyes, Duke Hamlet reassured him and told him to go back to his ambush position. Still very deeply concerned, Claudio obeyed the man who was a father to him. 

Everything was as Claudius planned. Former Duke Hamlet, his brother, was standing in the middle of the small circle of trees, where their group had spread out. Hamlet was there, patiently waiting for him… Urgh! The ever-patient look on his brother’s face just made him sick. He had it. Slowly and carefully, like a lion about to bite its prey, Claudius emerged from the shadows. Duke Hamlet saw him and greeted him with a smile, the best smile he had given all day, like he would never be able to smile ever again, so he was putting all that he had into this last smile… perfect. Whoosh! Claudius pounced at Hamlet and wrestled him to the ground.

What?! The brothers were wrestling each other… and Duke Hamlet is winning? Claudio could not believe his eyes for Duke Hamlet, though he spent much time studying and researching along with the fact that Duke Hamlet was many years older, was immensely weaker than Claudio. He had to intervene; Duke Hamlet might be pushing his body to the brink of death by putting up a fight like this. He charged at the wrestling brothers. The lackeys saw him charging up to the brothers. This might be it! This might be the cue! They then charged as well, knives in hand, glimmering in the weak moonlight and ready for blood.

SHLUCK! SHINGK!

Claudius abruptly stopped; he thought he heard something weird. The wind smelled coppery and it felt like his back was wet with his sweat. Oh well, might be his imagination.  He then lunged for his brother… then everything faded into black.

While all of this is happening, Hamlet had met Ophelia and Ophelia fell in love with Hamlet yet, Hamlet didn't love her. Puck saw this and decided to put the love juice on the eyelids of Hamlet so that he will fall in love with Ophelia. He succeeded and those two are now in loved with each other.

Duke Hamlet and the group of conspirators met and Duke Hamlet explained everything. He explained that all this time, Claudius is only fooling them. So they went back and arrived at Messina where the house of Leonato was.  They stayed there and Claudio met Hero, the daughter of Leonato, at first they didn't gave attention to each other, so as they want to know each other, they talk.

Claudio and Hero spend time with each other. Due to this, they fell in love with each other. Claudio decided to have a party for Hero. On the other hand, Romeo and Juliet were talking on the Balcony. They are stating their love with each other and promised to meet again and marry each other the next day. Since Juliet wears the same type of clothing as Hero, Claudio mistook her as Hero and realized that Hero is cheating on him.

On the day of the wedding, Claudio said that Hero is not a virgin anymore and broadcasted it to the crowd. Hero felt a huge embarrassment. Because of her feelings about what happened. Her family members decided to take Hero away. They told the crowd that Hero is dead already and Claudio mourned a lot.

Juliet and Romeo’s love was broadcasted. Claudio realized that he was wrong so Leonato asked him to marry his niece. The day of the wedding came and Claudio married the true Hero. The ending became a triple wedding with Ophelia and Hamlet and Theseus and Hippolyta.