The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare

The Taming of the ShrewThe Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Did a really long review only to find out it hadn’t saved. Goodreads, please add an autosave function.

I don’t want to type all of that again, but basically my review boils into one thing: the play is to be taken ironically. Katherine’s transformation is an exaggeration to “Renaissance ideals” and “male fantasies”. In other words, they only exist in a play, hence, a comedy on how impractical men can think sometimes. Y’all need to wake up.

Loved this book because of how it made me chuckle and think at the same time.


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When He Said He Hated Poetry

[Free Verse]

When he said he hated poetry
Words and lines of form and beauty
It was in truth for you

When he was dry as a desert floor
Speaking less without wanting more
It was so because of you

When he beamed like a summer day
In eyes and cheeks and lips all the way
It was not meant for you

When he shut the door after a glance
And the world stood in a trance
It was all inside of you

When Bliss gave her taste a spoonful
And after you swallowed it a mouthful
It was bitter



Don’t feel special when there’s a start
of a conversation in a screen
She will either give one word to part
or leave you with a hopeless “seen”

Don’t feel special when you meet an eye
With the same black pupils so wide
For those few seconds are a lie
Even though they seem to confide

Don’t feel special when her lips open
to utter words or show a smile
Even when she sounds outspoken
It will only last for a while

Don’t feel special when she lends you
the music that causes her to groove
Everyone does that; nothing new
She only wants you to approve

Don’t feel special when you see ink
that dances around your forearm
It only takes your eyes to blink
to see that it is just her charm

Don’t feel special when you find yourself
with the same crowd she frequents to
Like a book just added to her shelf
You are but pushed through and piled onto

Don’t feel special when you get as close
as two bushes appearing as one
For when you feel lone and need her the most,
She will be there with her sympathy gone

Rain in April

[Petrarchan Sonnet]

In a tropical month of the fourth
There is but a wind as gentle as brush
and old pasture would be the new lush
Bringing a set of tiny footsteps forth

But the heat can be that of west by north
When water is pulled with an upward flush
Then below again, an alien of gush
A repeat from before the month of the fourth

Though there I see the pitter-patter
that challenge the steam like unflinching geese

As the cold absence of usual chatter
warm the chill with the tropic and her fleece

Thus when the ardent sky makes a splatter
It is not for flooding, but for release

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (#1-2) by Lewis Carroll

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking GlassAlice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland Review
Just like how Alice described them, her adventures were indeed “queer” and “curious”. As a teenager who’d read the book out of curiosity of Alice’s mishaps, it did spark my curiosity perfectly, other than being totally insane and out of the ordinary. I imagine this have been a good children’s book as it was bewildering yet fun and engaging, but it could also be a perfect piece for those above age. There are so many likely interpretations of this book that seem to tackle certain issues such as politics, society, or human psychology, and I think it’s a great eye-opener to what we don’t see even today. (Does the government we have now deserve their position, considering that, given in the book’s example, they are plain silly? Is society mad in its own way, when we have “businesses” to bother and not to bother? More importantly, is our general sanity resistive?)


Through the Looking Glass Review
Through the Looking Glass was more or less the same as Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, it was just that I found it much more interesting (and less “queer” too). There was a change of setting, set in a game of chess, where Alice got to meet a set of new characters like chess pieces, which led her to be a queen herself. As a reader response, I’d say that I enjoyed the children stories presented in this book as a young adult. However, if I were to really deconstruct the story of this novel, I’d say that Alice’s dreams fit at least one of the following causes:

1. Alice, as a seven-year old, is innocently imaginative with a young, bright mind.

2. Alice is creative and is fond of integrating all sorts of things in her imagination.

3. Alice does not know she is lonely for she has barely anyone she could talk to, other than her sister who, all throughout the book, had not replied to Alice’s stories.

4. Alice has a sense of madness. She seeks for attention which she makes out of her mind.

5. No one can remember a dream that vivid. Is it possible for a child to be in a state of lucid dreaming?

6. Alice makes her dreams up. She must be an unloved child.

Sometimes, a child can be lonely too.


“Life, what is but a dream?”

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