what the fucketh..

long time no blogging... lots of reading, researching for papers... working long hours at the office... and some vicious downloading of music now that i have (insert angelic music) DSL internet connection.

i have a paper on Matthew Lewis's The Monk for next week, and another one on-probably if i indulge in some sort of auto-plagiarism from a previous paper-Chaucer's The Wife of Bath.

the thing is that if i don't worry about matters of the heart, of money or of friends and family... i worry about papers and spend my waking moments trying to come up with a topic.

it sucks. big time. but i guess it comes with the fact that i seem to be the eternal student...

so as my old friend will shakespeare once said, what the fucketh..

i wanna be adored

my friends are gifted, truly gifted. and i love them for that. graphic artists, poets, photographers, critics. wow. and i want to be one of them. to, i don't know, wow people with what i do and inspire, because that is the reaction i have when i see my friends' work.

but i guess that it's hard to define what one is good at without sounding conceited.

i should study but i'm tired. i've been in front of the computer all day. i'll vegetate for a while.

maybe that's what i'm good at.

is shakespeare sexist or just plain sexy?

greetings from the rainy and dark tropics--though not as dark as Conrad's. It has been a while since i last wrote and a lot has happened since... where to start... my lelis... she left for Barcelona more than a week ago and i'm still in denial mode, or just plain awareness that this was coming and i had been preparing for a long time. one or the other...

another major happening is the realization, a personal realization due to the harshest and most unpleasant terms, that i should keep my mouth shut or be real cautious on who i share my secrets. well, not secrets because it wouldn't be much of a secret, but just know what i tell people and who i tell whatever i do tell.

a lot of tears were shed and disappointment was the main course. on both sides.

classes started. i'm taking a British Survey class and a Gothic Lit class. a-ma-zing.

and my first week as the assistant for the Lit department went well, uneventful and i was able to tame the old printer they use in the office (amid my previous real nightmares).

so, this is pretty much it. i will leave you with just one question: is shakespeare sexist or just plain sexy? specially for those of you who have read your fair share of ol' will s.

hint: female characters in the plays, their development and relations with the male characters.

thanks and good night.