Thursday, August 26, 2010

A Puppeteer. Spelled it puppetier the first time.


Last Thursday we watched a puppet show. I was seated in the very far back. It made me a little dizzy to be there because it made it hard to see the faces of the puppets very clearly. It was in Filipino and the puppeteers were all from Manila. It was interesting and amusing, the puppets and also the grade schoolers who were also there with us. It was interesting because I 've never been to a puppet show before, I've seen T.V. shows like Elmo that have puppets but never a live puppet show. It was amusing and nostalgic because of the little kids who laughed and leaned forward every time the curtains opened. I remember being as enthusiastic as they were when I was little, when every thing seemed fascinating and magical. I suppose that's how you'd describe puppet shows when you're a child, and maybe, even when you're an adult. Things are moving, even bodies, you don't know how or why but they are. Dancing, singing and talking as if they're really alive. What you don't know however is that they're controlled by strings, small and transparent, hard to see if you were in my seat but definitely there. It scares some people, these puppet shows I don't know why exactly but maybe it's because it reflects what we might be if we aren't careful, if we don't live. Controlled by strings we can't see, moving in the commands that are not our own. It's a sad reality to say that they're a lot of people who live exactly in this way. But then again if you look closely at these inanimate objects these puppeteers use you'd be impressed on how they're able to make them so lifelike. It must have been their passion that had made them live. So puppet shows are magical because it takes a certain person to give life to something that doesn't live. It takes more than just a voice to make it seem as if it were not your own but of somebody else's.


So cheers to these Fellows who put on a great show,
for the young and the old...
so the magic can unfold.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Sonnet no. 10: Hate


Original Text

For shame deny that thou bear’st love to any,
Who for thyself art so unprovident.
Grant if thou wilt, thou art belov’d of many,
But that thou none lov’st is most evident;
For thou art so possessed with murd'rous hate
That ‘gainst thyself thou stick’st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
O change thy thought, that I may change my mind.
Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?
Be as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove.
Make thee another self for love of me,
That beauty still may live in thine or thee.

Modern Text
If you have any sense of shame, admit that you don’t have any love in your heart for anyone, since you’re so unwilling to care about yourself. I’ll admit, if you like, that many people love you, but it’s also obvious that you love no one. For you are so possessed with murderous hatred that you have no problem plotting against yourself, seeking to destroy the house that you should want to repair. Oh, change your way of thinking, so I can change my mind about you. Should hate have a more beautiful home than love? Be gracious and kind, like your appearance—or at least be kind-hearted to yourself. Have a child out of love for me, so your beauty will live on in your children, if not in you.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Answers



God Answers a prayer in three ways:
Bold
  • Yes, and He'll give you what you want
  • No, and He'll give you something better
  • Wait, and He'll give you the best

Friday, August 6, 2010

Where I'm going

For some time I've never really been sure of what I want to do or where I want to go in the future when I finally have the chance. It's always about here and now that sometimes it's easy to forget there's a later. Sure, I've always got an answer to questions like "what's your dream?" or "What do you want to do?" Sometimes I'd say that I'd want to be a host of a show, a show that takes me all over the world, or maybe even a writer with bestseller books. If you ask me seriously I'd even say that I'd want want to be a psychologist just to give you an answer. But all these things are just that, things that I think I want but am not really sure if I want to have, they're just answers. I want to be more, but more of what you ask? I'm not really sure. I just want to be more. I guess I like winning stuff, I like doing things I'm good at, I like laughing with my friends and I like being with my family and having a good time with them. With all I have it seems selfish to ask for more. The concert of Alvin Barcelona's Himaya band made me realize that it's okay for me to dream big dreams. To get lost for a while trying to figure out where you're going because at least you've got somewhere to go to. I'm an easily pursuaded person, a girl who's made more mistakes than she can keep count of, but I'm also girl who doesn't regret ever making any one of those mistakes because each of them led me here. Making them I laughed, I also cried, most of them made me trip and fall of my face, and some left me feeling as happy as a suicidal emo. The point I'm making is that as many, or as few, as these moments were to me they didn't mean that I'll never be happy again. Just because I don't know where I'm going doesn't mean I'll give up trying to figure it out. :)