Juliet's Diary Entry

Dear Diary,

Today, how do I even start? So much has gone down in 12 short hours. Mother came in this morning and announced the option on me becoming the bride of Paris, I mentioned to her it was an honour I dream not of. I realise I cannot ask for better than Paris, but I am 14 I’m too young to think about marriage, well that’s what I thought.

This evening at the party, while everyone was dancing and whatever they plead to satisfy themselves I caught sight of him. His eyes crystal blue, which stayed locked to mine. This boy known by the name of Romeo, never have I felt the way I felt when I looked at him before. He then kept trying to be around me and held my hand. I was flirting with him, a lot, and I’m not going to deny that I enjoyed it. I told my Romeo Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake. Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take and he then finally gave me my first kiss! It’s a moment and feeling I’ll never forget. Several kisses later we were pulled apart by nurse, I didn’t want to leave him, and I’d never felt the urge to be with someone as bad as I felt it at that moment. Could it? Could it really be love?

No, it couldn’t as soon as nurse took me away she explained that I am Juliet a Capulet and Romeo is indeed a Montague. We are sworn enemies. My only love sprung from my only hate. The only boy I have ever kissed, the only boy I have ever loved. For all my bad luck he is the one I had fallen for, what’s in a name? and for this I cannot be with him. I loved this boy more that anything and would do anything to be with him but it would be betraying my family to do so.

I managed to get away from everything and just think about what had just happened on the balcony. O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? I started speaking to the sky as if they could give me advice on what I was to do, where is he? Why must he be a Montague? All questions that shall not be answered. And to my surprise out of a corner jumps out my Romeo I take thee at thy word. I let a scream and blushed with embarrassment as I figured that he must have heard everything I said. Romeo being getting past my walls could get him into enough trouble on it’s own let alone him being a Montague. Everything was just going so fast and I wasn’t sure if I was completely okay with everything, but next thing I knew I felt his lips on mine, once again. Right then and their I knew I wanted him, but the whole time I was in fear, in fear that someone was going to walk in and catch us. Not only of that exact moment but also of what happens next? I’m in love with him, and I can’t let him go but the main word that kept crossing my mind was trouble. After a few kiss I decided it was time to go up to bed.

O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? He said as I turned my back to him. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? I replied. Marriage was his reply. I took in a deep breath, this is the second time today that I had been asked about marriage, this morning I dreaded the thought but to be married to my Romeo was a sacrifice I was ready to take. I told him I’d send nurse to meet him tomorrow morning, at the hour of nine. I was then called for by nurse, I kissed my love once more and ran up. Three words, dear Romeo, good night indeed!

Good night dear Diary, A thousand times goodnight.

Juliet's Diary Entry

Romeo, Rome, Romeo? A Montague? Why is that important?

A name is a name after all, isn’t it?

Name is indeed important, it tells who you are unless you’re lying. Could my Nanny be lying to me cause she doesn’t it like him or what.

But if indeed he was the Romeo Montague, I might as well be dead cause I’m in love. Yes Love, love, love, love is the word I’m thinking of. A never-ending connection with the one I can’t stop thinking of… An obsession possibly. How unhealthy of me…

Earlier on I wouldn’t think about love. Like a child who has a world to herself, and thought the word love would be an alien. Yet that’s been a different kind of compared to parent-child love.

The Love I had was ‘one-sided love’. Paris wants to merry me and my mother and nanny were happy to bits, I couldn’t say ‘no’ to them and say ‘I don’t love him’. I wouldn’t have a heart to do that anyway. I do pity myself sometimes when comes to parents.

But when Nanny said Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days… I wouldn’t agree with her when I’m doomed anyway, but the saying did came true when I had a happy nights, but I wasn’t seeking for it, it was seeking for me.

Sonnets, dancing, madly staring at each other while kissing by the book. It was all so unreal, like a story from a book about two star crossed lovers meeting each other for the first time.

They clicked instantly and became passionate lovers, having happy nights to happy days. The finally had a happy ending which I nearly had if the ugly truth didn’t came out.

Why did you think they called the story ‘beauty and the beast’? The Beauty was my same-wave-length love, yet the Beast is the person I suppose to hate. If I ever put this as sonnet in my head. I would say:

My only love sprung from my only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

That I must love a loathed enemy.

And that’s just the irony of it. Love to hate, my love is ever so doomed, I might as well jump out the window if ever gonna toss my love with it. Might as well get some fresh air and piece this puzzle whole. Yet the question I’m ever gonna ask myself is

“What so Important about a name to hate if I’m in love with the owner?”

Romeo's diary entry

What word can I describe this feeling, love does not seem to cover it for love is only a word. It is the east and Juliet is my sun,...my everything...not like the inconstant moon. Her beauty like no other, her eyes Two of the fairest stars in all heaven, her lips are soft but they are lonely, with my kiss they would be complete. Her cheeks are rosy O, if I were a glove upon that hand that I might touch that cheek! I would deny the name Montague if it would get me closer ti her,call me love and ill be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. Nothing will stop our love for it is pure like the finest rose in the blossoming fields in the spring. What if they find me here? That does not matter my love is better ended by their hate than death prorogued wanting of thy love. My Juliet..... soon to be wife, when she spoke those words, Thy propose marriage, send word to-morrow, I thought I was imagining things... and to think she thought I wouldnt say yes, theres nothing ive ever been so sure about.

romeos diary entry

XX/XX/ 14XX
Today was a magnificent day. I had just met an angel, one which clearly fell from the skies and gracefully landed on this unworthy soil. The first time we met it was like fate had meant for use to be together, for we had made a sonnet for the first time we met,” If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged Give me my sin again”. That proves alone that this meeting was not pure coincidence. Even so, I may have been a little bit too forward with malady. As I thought maybe a different approach to Juliet needed to take place, after all she deserves better than woo I gave to Rosaline, because she is better than Rosaline. So I “watch(ed) her place of stand, and, touching hers, make(ade) blessed my rude hand”. Holding her hand without even asking her name may have been the result of me just being completely absorbed by her beauty, and not thinking about if this brave act would terrify her.

There’s also this feeling I get, this strange feelings that completely take over my body, and I think it might be from her. Could it be lust? I do remember vaguely saying “O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?” I couldn’t even control the words that came out of my mouth. I admit I see now my love for Rosaline was foolish, until Juliet “I ne'er saw true beauty till this night” she was a mere pebble compared to the planet of her beauty….her window “Is the east and Juliet is the sun” for she is the one who brings the sunshine to my life.
Before the party I was at the bottom of the pit of disparity. My friend Mercutio jested around me, and yet made no impact on my empty soul. When he asked me to dance I replied “you have dancing shoes with nimble soles: I have a soul of lead so stakes me to the ground I cannot move”. That was the outcome of the futile love for Rosaline; it’s almost laughable. I still remember the “sad hours” I spent wasting in my quarters “not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is; shut up in prison, kept without my food, whipp'd and tormented…” But all of that is in the past, Rosaline being nothing but a book in an empty library.
I worry though, is it mere infatuation that takes my mind? I’m but an adolescent drop in the sea of life. I do not know the feelings that rush into my head, “Love goes toward love”, and I am a “schoolboy” “running from their (my) books”. But alas she is yet again another Capulet, an enemy of mine, “my life is my foe's debt”,” Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!” the world has yet again turned on its side, confusing it’s poor inhabitant…..me.

Juliet Diary Entry

Dear Diary,

Tonight has been such a bizarre night; first my mother brings news of the valiant Paris seeking my love and I just felt like I should have went with the flow, and do anything my mother felt that was best for me. Then it all changed so fast when it was time for the party, everyone was having a good time but then there he was someone I never met before, Oh Romeo! He held my hand and we gazed upon each other’s faces, our words magically turning into a sonnet before we kissed in the middle of everything. It was so amazing and he kissed by the book, it was such an amazing feeling and I wished I could just keep on going and never have stop but then my nurse called me and my short fantasy ended. O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Why must my only love sprung from my only hate! Thoughts were rushing in my head, why a Montague, what will he be thinking once he finds out I am a Capulet will our relationship be over? I emerged to my balcony and began to think aloud, we are meant to be sworn enemies but I love him and I don’t think I can stop! If I have to not be a Capulet for me to be with him than I’ll no longer be a Capulet, what’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet; I will stick to Romeo and will not change my mind. I would let him take all myself! Then suddenly a sound appears from the bushes below my balcony, there he approaches! I was in shock if they do see thee, they will murder thee! I told him to leave but his love to me was just too strong and we began a conversation. At first I was blushing and rather than feeling more excited and happy that he was down below me I was terrified and needed him to leave! It was no use to try he could not leave, so I decided to leave myself, but he cried out the need of satisfaction. I was not sure of what he was thinking about so I asked and he replied the exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine. It was weird for him to say this as if it was not what he was really thinking but I just said that my love for him was endless and that I would not have to exchange vows again. Then my nurse calls for my name and a burst of energy just came out of me and I rushed to say goodbye but then I told him that if he really loved me, thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow. Now that I actually have to leave him for the night it felt so bad and I felt so very sad, though I am excited for the day ahead as I shall hopefully be wed with Romeo! But now I say goodnight to him over and over. A thousand times goodnight!

Juliets Diary

Ay me! What a night this has been! It’s hard to believe that only a few hours ago I was just this sheltered little girl who really hadn’t given any thought about love…that was until I saw him. Romeo. Oh Romeo! I am so lucky to have met him; I can just feel that it is meant to be. We are going to wed tomorrow, oh I am so nervous! But ever so excited! To be perfectly honest I’m not sure how to feel. Me? Getting married? Me, who twelve hours earlier claimed that marriage was an honor- and one that I dreamed not of! It’s all so overwhelming, the excitement of that kiss-my first kiss! That sweet sin! Everything has just happened so fast, but a good kind of fast. I have no hesitations with him, he’s the one. We met at the party; I had seen him looking at me and thought it was a little strange. The next thing I know he is right next to me and is trying to hold my hand! I didn’t even know his name! I knew it was wrong, but-oh! - It felt so right! He tells me that he wishes to kiss me, and then we did! He kisses by the book, I can tell you. I was so happy; all I wanted to do was to keep kissing his lips! But then, my nurse came and told me that my mother wanted to speak to me, so we had to stop. Even when I’d left him I couldn’t stop smiling. I think the nurse could tell something had happened, she knows me too well. She told me that Romeo was a Montague! Our families are sworn enemies! I was so consumed with sadness I ran up to my bed chamber and cried. I wondered if Romeo knew whether or not I was a Capulet. How would he react when he found out? We may never even see each other again. After changing into my nightgown, I walked onto my balcony and taking a deep sigh, questioned everything. Why is he Romeo? Why did he have to be a Montague?! I would do anything to be with him, I would give all of myself to him! Then, out of the shadows down below I hear a rustling and somebody speaking...its Romeo! I wondered why he was hiding there and more importantly how long for. I hoped he hadn’t heard what I just said about him! I could feel myself blushing thank goodness it was dark! When I asked him why he was here, he told me that loves wings had brought him. I knew if anybody saw us together, they would surely kill him! I warned him of this but he just wanted to be with me. I wanted to be with him too. I didn’t want things to move too fast, so I said goodnight to him and we kissed again. That’s when I realised being caught was well worth the risk! We talked for a while longer before my nurse called me again. I didn’t want this to end. I asked him to marry me and he is sending me news of when and where tomorrow! Now, writing it down it all seems so crazy, so unreal and completely rushed! Maybe I proposed in a moment of haste. But then again, I have never felt this way before. I trust what I feel and I wasn’t looking for love. Maybe in a way its fate. Of course I am thinking why oh why must I love a loathed enemy? Then I realized something. What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet! I will marry Romeo, regardless of what anybody else thinks! I’ll deny my father and refuse my name, because nobody can tell me who to love. That’s a choice I must make on my own.

(sorry its in so late i was at my friends last night!)

Romeo's Ruminations

Oh honey flavored life. Oh sweet joyous life!

Those sad hours which seemed long spent with frigid Rosaline seem like mere minutes to the time I must spend away from from my Goddess. My shrine, my Juliet. T'was a tale of true love not even the greatest poet of our day could record. My soul of lead was taught to burn brighter than the strongest strongest torch by her beauty. My lips turned to those of Villon. Her eyes were ardent stars, shinging brighter than the princes blade at the height of noon. Her hair a cascade of wonderful, that I had ne'er seen 'til this night. Her skin was as smooth as the most perfect marble, but as soft as a summers peach. Her pure and natural beauty cast aside my artificial night towards the horizon. When I am with her her ravishing good looks doff remove the crowds from my sight. Her voice, like the song of a singing bird, doff dispatch their plebeian words. For ours is the language of love.

This language is woven by a a pair of hearts. One virtuous by comparison. Pure and clean. The other; a lovesick heart tormented by sorrow. But then came her touch. It sent a shudder of the coldest joy down thee spine, yet so warm it could curdle the hardest of all mens steel hearts. She hath found the true Romeo, only to wish thee by another name.

Though our night was hardly without hitch. Whilst enchanted by simply even the look of my beloved a stain appeared in our evening. More unclean than even my unworthiest hand. Tybalt. Trying to quench his thirst by draining the river of young love. But not even he was to be given free reign as his uncle (note: soon my father-in-law) halted his procession of tyranny. And what relationship of love is complete without its companion friendship? For whilst I was in possession of Cupid's wings whose drunken voice should call out to take me from my love, but that of Mercutio? And what other task had he used his voice for but to scorn me. 'Humors, madman, passion, lover' are what he believes I have become. And all that be true for me Juliet huh made me love-mad.

But the fool is out of date. For after his abuse what was he to do but paint the image I had kept at my indiscretion for many a night. Rosaline. He needn't have bothered as the hag he described only seemed to make my angel more beautiful. But oh this love is a fickle thing. For one moment she appears to have the endearment of a senile old women the next an insatiable nymph. For after doubts about kissing we took a bound of faith, but more of that later.

After I had taken that wall out of our equation, I began my search for the centre of my world, that constantly moved. My fair Juliet. The most beautiful women under the sun. Then I heard her voice ring out through the evening Italian air. Crystal and diamond. Perfect and pure. Her voice encircled and filled my head, flowed through me and settled the quivering nerve in my stomach.

'Romeo, Romeo..'

My name...

In that single moment we were more successful than Rosaline and I. I am well aware my techniques were never going t match the subtlety like that of Machiavelli but I more than made up for it with passion. With energy. With vigor. And without pride. But as Mercutio heralds love it is a strong thing, tough and rough. To grab it by the horns.

And that is what we have done.

For wedding bells do ring upon the morrow.

Julliets Diary Entry, Task 2

He’s amazing, beautiful in every possible way. His face, tendered to perfection. His name? Romeo, he’s mine and he always will be mine. The way he looked at me in that room, it felt like I was the only girl in the world. The only one he cared about, the only one he wanted to touch.

Diary, Today I had my first kiss, it was incredible, those pilgrims of his, I could kiss them all day long. It was really nerve racking at first, I didn’t know what he was doing, but those shining blue eyes of his grabbed my attention, I had no choice but to kiss him back. It all started from there….father I feel so terrible; mother is not going to be happy when she finds out about all the disobedient things I’ve done today. The worst part about it is that I’ve only known Romeo for less than a day. I’m marrying this man, or should I say boy? It’s all going too fast. But I seem to like all of it… I enjoy his company and his comforting words, he just makes me happy. Soon we shall take thee at thy word. Marriage, it is an honour that I dream not of until now.

I’m only 14, people may think I’m too young to love, but if only they could feel what me and Romeo have… then they wouldn’t be able to judge, because what we have is real. Why do people have to judge teenagers like me for loving a boy? I may be young but I do feel love when I’m with Romeo.

There’s just one problem, my parents, his parents, if they find out that I and my aesthetic Romeo have been seeing each other… my life is will be banished. He’s so irresistible, every kiss, every touch, I just can’t get enough. Our lips shall re- connect again; our uncontrollable passion will start… and will never end.

Diary, may I tell you something? It’s quite personal, but I must let it out. Whilst me and Romeo were talking on the balcony i felt this tingling sensation throughout my whole body. I know sweet, sweet, sweet nurse says seek happy nights to happy days but I am quite frightened of losing my purity. Even though I want to because I want to satisfy him but I have to remember that I’m only fourteen.
These were the exact words Romeo blurted out just before I had to leave, O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? I was shocked, because I actually knew what he meant. Still in shock though, he calmly said The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.

I am overwhelmed by the situation and the fact that I am getting married to the one I truly love. But we are “two households”, the problem is that we are two DIFFERENT households… with parents that do not get along, he’s a Montague, and I’m a Capulet. Why do names have to make everything so difficult? What’s in a name? Nothing, it’s just all the things within the name that people judge. O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? I wish you were here next to me right now so I could fulfill his pleasures. I must go now, Good night, good night! A thousand times good night! xxx

(sorry that its a day late, my internet cut off at 9, and then the blog kept saying i couldn't post on the wiki)

Juliet's Diary Entry

Dear Diary,

Today was an unforgettable day. Okay here’s how it went. Before the Capulet party kicked off mother asked my opinion about marriage. Marriage to a young handsome rich man called Paris. I stated it was an honour that I dream not of. I’m only 14; surely marriage is out of the question. I didn’t even fancy the idea of getting married to a stranger. Especially if he’s recommended by my ignorant mother. She even declared that all of Verona hath not such a flower. I was sure even Verona had men worth more than Paris if they were to be flowers. Mother left only after I had assured her that I won’t go into a relationship without her consent. I had already decided not to like Paris anyway.

While the party was in full swing, I caught sight of him. For a moment time seemed to stop. It was a feeling I’ve never felt before. I don’t know how to describe it. He came closer to me. Then he asked if he could hold my hand and I said yes. He said my hand was the holy shrine of a saint and he just a pilgrim. I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be chatting away with a total stranger. But, I couldn’t resist the temptation to stay. I quite liked flirting with him. We made half a sonnet before he decided to finally kiss me. Oh, it was such a sweet feeling and I felt like kissing him again and again. But, soon I felt uneasy. I wanted to stop and resume kissing him at the same time. We had made a full sonnet by the time we had kissed 10 to 20 times. Indeed he kissed by the book. I thought we would never part but alas nurse interrupted us. I didn’t even have time to ask for his name as he fled from the party.

The next few moments were the most agonizing of my life. Nurse whispered into my ears that the boy was Romeo, a Montague! I despaired upon hearing this. I am a Capulet, Romeo is a Montague. It’s not possible for us to be together. Bad luck must have befallen me as my only love sprung from my only hate. I love Romeo but I am not allowed to be with him. My heart felt like breaking into pieces. Is love more important than family or family than love? I didn’t know.

I escaped to the balcony to consider my thoughts. I voiced my opinions to the stars. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Why can’t we be together? I mean what’s in a name? If a rose wasn’t called a rose it would still have the same scent even if it was called cowpats. So we’ll drop our names and take all myself. Suddenly someone jumped out from the shadows. And who but else it was Romeo who replied I take thee at thy word. I blushed as he said that and I realized he had been eavesdropping on me. I dearly wanted to take back that word because I didn’t really mean it but it was too late. I liked him but I didn’t want to rush it. I tried to explain to Romeo to go to bed otherwise he would be in trouble if he was caught. I bade him goodnight and I was about to go when Romeo boldly stated O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? I asked him what satisfaction could I give him tonight and he replied marriage. At once I was appalled. Just this morning I was dreading the sound of marriage and now I was offered it once again. I wanted more time to think about it but nanny had called for me. In haste I agreed. I told him I would send him a private messenger to whom he would tell the details of marrying me. Saying goodbye was so sad that I would love to say it till it be morrow. A thousand times good night.

Goodnight, Goodnight Dear Diary

Romeo and Juliet - Romeo's diary

Dear Diary,

Last night was perfect. I know people say that there is no such thing as perfect but last night was definitely the closest thing to perfection. I'm in love. With whom, might you ask? Juliet. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! You probably thought that I'd say I was in love with Rosaline but in all honesty I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. Since meeting Juliet, I know I'll never experience such sad hours again and life is now worth living. To know that I can wake up every morning knowing that I'm in love with a dear saint makes me think to myself "she is my lady, O, it is my love!" You must be eager to know what happened last night right? Well...

As I was wallowing in self-pity, Mercutio decided to drag me along to the Capulet party which is held annually for everyone in fair Verona. Everyone but us; the Montagues. Being the depressed saddo that I was at the time, I replied to this offer of his by saying "I fear, too early: for my mind misgives some consequence yet hanging in the stars" but knowing Mercutio, saying this didn't stop him taking me to the party. When we arrived at the ball, god knows what I should've expected. Falling in love was definitely not what I had intended to happen! But there she was, looking like the goddess that she is. Right then and there, I knew she was something special. With my heart racing, I walked towards her cautiously so as not to attract any unwanted attention-don't forget, we weren't technically invited- and as I finally reached her, I don't know what came over me, but I reached out and took hold of her hand. Then she flirted, I flirted, a sonnet was created and before I knew it, we were kissing! I can't say this without sounding feminine or cliched but the kisses we shared were magical; fireworks, butterflies in my stomach, the whole lot. I could've stayed in her presence for hours but out of nowhere, her nurse came calling for her and then it struck me! Her nurse works in this particular mansion. This particular mansion belongs to the Capulets. She is a Capulet! My life is my foe's debt.

Hold on a second, I've got to go, Benvolio's calling for me.

Okay, back. Now where was I, diary? Oh yeah...

After knowing that you've met the love of your life, you can't just leave. So as the nurse pulled Juliet away, I ran outside in search of the room that they were going to. When certain that they were in one of the bedrooms, I made myself well hidden in the bushes with a view of a balcony. In the distance, I could hear Mercutio trying to make me come back by saying "Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!" Did it work? Of course not! I'm the sort of guy that listens to his heart and at that moment, my heart was telling me to catch a glimpse of my love for what could possibly be the last time. Quietly, I waited until but soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It was her, my Juliet. She made her way out onto the balcony and started to talk to the stars. During this one-sided conversation she was having with the heavens above, she said something that got me thinking. What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Surely a name can't limit who you can love or who you are as a person? Or can it... Anyways, after she said "Take all myself," I plucked up the courage to come out of hiding. I'll admit, she didn't look as pleased to see me as I was to see her. She seemed...whats the word? Puzzled? Confused?

The conversation obviously started out as "How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?" to which I replied "With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls" Is that pretty romantic or what? Then she went on to say how she thinks that as a couple, we're rushing into things too quickly and that I should leave before anyone sees me. I still regret saying what I said next because it was such an awkward question; "O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?" How stupid of me to have blurted that out! But then she said something which I swear made the world stop spinning for a millisecond. As she was saying good night, she said "Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow..." I mean, of course I want to marry her! I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else but her. And with that, we parted with such sweet sorrow. And such sweet sorrow it was! We both wanted to say good night till it be morrow.

It's getting late now so I think I'll stop writing for today. I'll be sure to write tomorrow about my wedding. Going to go visit Friar Laurence tomorrow to have everything sorted out, hope it all turns out as planned. I shall leave you with the words that my love said last night...

Good night, good night! A thousand times good night!

Romeo's diary.

I dreamt a dream tonight; where a divine angel appeared to me and gave me the gift of love. When I awoke from this impression, I discovered that the dream was reality and that the angel was the only daughter of the rich Capulet.
Ay me! Has my heart ever loved till now? I have never seen true beauty until this night. She has stolen my heart, that holy shrine, that dear saint, that Juliet. O, how she teaches the torches to burn bright! With a single glance I plunged into a fantasy, which removed my heavy soul of lead. I feel like a child on Christmas Eve. I’m anxious. But I’m warm and breathless and alive for her. An intense feeling is rising up from deep inside of me. My recent sad hours now seem a distant memory, of which I wish to forget. Rosaline. I have forgot that name, and that name's pain.
She is my sun, my love, my Juliet. My heart is hers, and hers is set on mine. But a Capulet; the only daughter of my families great enemy. This ancient grudge separates our houses and makes our love unclean. But love is love, and it knows no such boundaries. Cupid’s arrow has clearly pierced us both. To deny these feelings, which keep me bound, more than a madman is, would be a crime.
Call me but love for I am deeply entranced. I feel as a prisoner, being whipped and tormented, every minute I am absent from her heavenly shine. Love pricks like thorns but I have picked a rose. Cupid has lent me his wings and removed those heavy stakes that once anchored me to the ground. His light feathers have aided in my escape from griefs of mine own, which until now, have lied heavy in my breast.
O, Juliet! You have taught me to love, and in loving, you have allowed me to live. You are the sun to my world, the words to my prayer, and the key to my heart.
Yes, I have found myself. I am here. This is Romeo, he is here.

Romeo and Juliet. [Juliet’s Diary Entry]

English homework: Task ‘Diary Entry.’

Romeo and Juliet. [Juliet’s Diary Entry]

Saturday; November 5^th 2011

Dear Diary,

A Kiss. A Touch. A Glance. I was lost, I knew it. If felt like my mind had been spinning round and round in an endless motion. A never ending abyss of emotions shooting itself within me. I could never forget those eyes that seem to capture me both mentally and physically, eyes filled with mysterious wonder. Love perhaps? Lust? His eyes had the power to take my breath away. Each glance making my heart cringe in delight. Can you believe it? Just yesterday I was having a discussion with both Mother and Nurse about marrying Paris. Back then it was an honor that I dream not of. I had initially planned that I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; but no more deep will I endart mine eye. Him. It was all because of him. Romeo. It’s funny how I’ve fallen for a man who happened to be a Montague, my only love sprung from my only hate. I couldn’t help it, although Paris was infact a man with both the personality and looks he couldn’t compare to Romeo. Romeo was different he was…perfect, as charming and down to earth as a pilgrim. What am I saying? I had just met him last night at Daddy’s Party.

Grabbing a hold of my hand he spoke My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand; To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. His melodic voice was like music to my ears, a song I wish would go on and on forever. O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. A saint. He had compared me to something as humble and down to earth as a saint. The sweet feeling of his lips on mine sent me a feeling of pure bliss. Sending almost a thousand butterflies within my stomach, the guilty yet heavenly feeling beating itself around my whole body couldn’t be described. He was able to make my heart melt, my body shiver, my eyes twinkle. Like a long lost lover I knew we were meant to be. Kiss after Kiss, I couldn’t help but to notice how he had kiss by the book.

But what was I thinking?! I mean, im betraying my mother’s orders, I may be at the risk of losing both her and Fathers trust! O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? In fact, was I ready for Love? My Parents were everything to me. Loving Romeo was the most hardest thing I’ve gone through throughout my years of living. My one true love was despised enormously by my Friends, Parents and even Relatives! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! I wished. If only we had met from the start, fate had seem to plan everything out for us. With him a Montague and me a Capulet.

He had shown himself before me once again. A star filled sky setting the mood. Speaking out my thoughts I was baffled and filled with embarrassment as I hadn’t realize he was beneath the balcony I was placed upon. O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Mumbling a few words to Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven I recalled blushing a light shade of pink. I was filled with relief as Thou know’st the mask of night was on my face. My heart turned heavy seeing his eyes filled with sorrow as I told him to go to bed. If we were to be caught, I knew we were in for it. ‘O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?’ He spoke through the airy night as I was caught off guard. Even till now his words had never seemed to leave my mind. Like a broken audio tape the sentence played over and over again. He was yearning for my love as much as I did for his. Telling him with all my heart that my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite, his eyes were still filled with the wish for both lust and desire. It was a wish I was willing to give to him.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day were everything will take place. I told him to send me a message stating when and where we would get married. Privately that is. My heart pounded nonstop as the long hand of the clock continued to tick every second. We had stayed up that night til 12 in the morning. As I tired as I was, excitement and thrill had conquered over me. For now, my journey on this page may have to end  as my Nanny had called me from afar, but soon I will write about recent events once again. Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow.

A Thousand Times Goodnight!

xxx

Task 2, Diary entry Romeo.

Dear diary,

Today seemed to start off as any normal day I encountered in my existence. Never in my life have I ever been so moil to achieve such happiness. As waking up, finding the day so young, only seeing it struck nine. My cousin who greeted me a good-morrow, Benvolio didn’t quite help in letting me vent my morosely sorrowful love-life into him. Chuckling as a response I ask “Dost thou not laugh?” and continued my problems that made absence of joy to my life feeling whipp’d and tormented... as I did not know that I would meet someone rich in beauty. However a new feeling struck to me as if it were lighting, finding out that Capulets and Montagues were under verbal and physical abuse to each other once more, why can’t the two households just keep the peace. Leaving me be, Benvolio added that my father thinks I need help as he said that I lock far daylight out and made an artificial night for myself to sober.

I met with Benvolio again later on with Mercutio, dragging me towards the Capulets party held today. I denied the request however debating with Mercutio was just the same as trying choosing which gender before you were born. It was already decided. Later on outside the Capulet building I tried whispering to someone to give me a torch for I am not for this ambling, so close to success yet caught by the sensitive radar implanted in Mercutio’s ears and eyes saying “Nay we must have you dance”. I can’t dance very well unlike him who has his own dancing shoes with nimble soles. His steps were like the ultimate cheat code to a game of life and death; compared to me I cannot move. Of course since this was a Capulet party, me and Benvolio are indeed Montagues. I felt some consequence yet hanging in the stars were to sprout in unknowingly.

Breaking the laws between both families, I entered the Capulet mansion as a normal guest, if one (Capulet) were to reflect my face within their eyes, it would be all over for us. Capturing a figure of igniting flare across the room, a unique flame of her soul, surely she doth teach the torches to burn bright. I watched her place of stand from my safe, unclear distance; I never had a figure occupy my field of sight for I ne’er saw true beauty till this night. Pushing myself through the crowd took almost an eternity, as if it were the molecules of a solid block, however my desperation overthrew that fact for touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Seeing her face up-close was just as startling as before. Rosaline was no match for her enhancing abilities. Wait. Rosaline? I have forgot that name, and that name’s woe. Was it someone important I can’t recall. Anyways back to reality and not imaginative names. Juliet. Her name like the blooming flowers of spring time. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this, I purified myself with it, but… now that I got rid of my unholy part, it must’ve gone to her! She’s a saint, with the urge of another kiss I ask once more. “Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake” with words of such great wisdom, left me a glued face of fortune. “You kiss by the book” she mentioned, but right after that, some weird lady came to steal my Juliet all to herself! Dragging and mentioning that her mother craves a word with her. That is when my face of fortune walked under the ladder. Capulet family!? O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt. Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy!

Fun’s over. Why is it that sad hours seem long but happy hours the alternative? Could she really be Capulet? Rushing after the party and leaving my companions. I craved to discover the truth; Mercutio springs out one of his tricks once more. However for the miracle, he suddenly gave up and left. Asking Benvolio “Come, shall we go?” without hesitation I made way through the Capulet garden as I was caught under my Juliet’s magic once more. With the negative tone in her voice, she mentioned that she will no longer be a Capulet if it were to be with me. Take all myself she said. If I were a glove upon that hand I might actually touch that cheek! Never so blinded by such beauty, I couldn’t resist of staying in the shadows. Appearing like a wild Pokemon *Note: I hope you don’t mind this Mr. Savage* saying I take thee at thy word, henceforth I will never be Romeo and hoping for the best. Only to be covering her holy aura with shock she questioned me “how camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?” with the most romantic idea I could come up with I replied “With love’s light wings did I o’er-perch these walls” however expecting a reasonable reply. She wasn’t affected by my words one bit; instead, she threw words of maturity into me warning me that if I were caught by anyone I wouldn’t live to see another sunrise. But my life were better ended by their hate, than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Once again, the lady who pursued our conversation the last time ambushed once more. Her nurse, I hope she gets fired. But this lead to the best part, her last words “Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow” I hope her messenger tomorrow won’t be that conversation-destroying nurse of hers. I say, A thousand times good night my Juliet… As tomorrow will be something that would make even death smile. I say it once more… A thousand times good night…

Juliet's Diary ~ Task II

Good Evening Diary,

I will never forget this day, everything happened so fast as if time just sped up so we could fall in love with in seconds. But i shall get back to where it started, it was a beautiful smooth morning, Mother and Nurse we're discussing about me getting married. It is an honour that I dream not of, but I know now. I want my dear Romeo. Well after Mother and Nurse went, I had to get ready for the family Capulet party, ofcourse the party is always the same, but not this time. this evening changed my life forever and i would never be the same again. Our eyes touched for the first time and I was gone. Our lips touch for the first time and i was gone. He was Kissing by the book. I had never felt such a heavenly grace. But Nurse, never will I ever hear her say "Your Mother craves a word with you." ruining that perfect moment and pulling everything out of proportion. Romeo, Montague, it ran through my mind, around and around. Diary, how do you think it would work between sweet Romeo and I? Later that night on my balcony, I was talking to the stars, I was asking for him, asking the stars to bring Romeo to me, telling them that Romeo can take my life.'Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Not knowing that he was right below me, I was really embarrassed by the fact that he heard all the things I said, but didn't really mean. Luckily it was late into the night so he could see me blushing. I was really confused weather I should of talked to him or not, but I just did because it was rather exciting and embarrassing. We talked about how we would be together and what we happen. I was also really confused and pressured about what would happen between us because I thought it was too quick and that we needed to slow down and settle before we go any further, but I also wanted to be with him completely, so I kind of blabbed out that I wanted to get married and that I would sent out a messenger to Romeo to sort out the time and place of where we shall get married and consummate it in bed. im nervous but also very excited. We said our thousand times good night! but I didn't want to say goodnight, parting is such sweet sorrow. That was a good ending to a good night, and I shall say goodnight to you Diary.

Goodnight.

Juliet's diary enrty

11/4

Love. Is there anything in the universe more beautiful, more wonderful, more magical, or more confusing than love? Before I met him, that is before I met Romeo, marriage and love was an honour that I’ve dreamt not of, but everything changed the moment our eyes crossed. We were at my father’s party. His eyes were blue like the deepest oceans. They called to me, drowning me in their splendor, depriving me of the oxygen that was him. O Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou so beautiful? My mind woke me from the trance like state. I looked down smiling at his hand holding mine. Then it hit me! What am I doing! I’m supposed to be with Paris not him. I pulled away. I didn’t want to but i had to. After all, we did just meet.

He called me a saint, a holy shrine, and he a humble pilgrim. My heart melted. The next thing I knew is that I kissed him or rather he kissed me. A shock wave of emotions flooded through my mind, happiness, guilt, bliss, shame and perhaps even love. For a moment I thought I had caught hold of love and held it as my own. For a moment I thought I understood why everyone wanted love so badly. But then that moment ended and I was left feeling guilty and regretful. From my lips Romeo’s sins are purged. I had to give them back so I kissed him again however only this time I only felt the tinkling sensations of that kiss. Then nurse called and that was when my happiness ended.

Romeo is a Montague! My only love sprung from my only hate! What am I to do? I’m torn in two. I love my family but I love Romeo. I can’t love Romeo if I love my family and my family won’t love me if I love Romeo! The shame on my mothers face will be too much for me to bear, let alone the disapproval from other family members. Why must I fall in love with a Montague? O Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo? My heart sank and was as heavy as lead. I couldn’t understand why this had to happen to me!

I went out to the balcony to try and get a break from everything, but instead I thought of Romeo even more. I can’t stop thinking about him. Why can’t we be together? Because he is a Montague and I am a Capulet? What’s in a name? Should I really let a name separate me from my true love? We’ll drop our family names and make our own. "Romeo take all my self", marry me. Then suddenly I jumped when I heard some one say “take thee at thy word”. It was no one other than Romeo staring at me from the garden. I stepped back in fear and embarrassment. I didn’t mean what I said. It’s too late to take it back now. I tried to explain to him that I do love him but to get married now is too rash, too unplanned, too improvised. We hadn’t even the time to think about the honour. Is it what we truly want? Or is it fools love? Then just as I was being sensible and reasonable he asked “wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?”
“What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?” I asked sharply and he said “marriage” I was ecstatic! But then I realized what that meant. I was hesitant; I didn’t know what to say next. I told him how I felt “My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep”. Nanny called for me. I had to be quick; I made up my mind to marry him. If you truly know that you love someone why not? Tomorrow we will be wed. Dear Romeo I’ll be waiting for you till it be morrow.

Dear diary,Good, night, good night!

Juliet's diary entry

Dear diary,

 Today was filled with emotions filled to the very brim.  The first event that took place was mother’s proposal of marrying Paris. The thought of marriage to a stranger twice my age was somewhat unsettling but being respectful to my distant mother, I decided to say that it was an honour I dreamt not of. Mother describes him as somewhat valiant but it is not my heart’s desire to be wed to someone much older and so foreign to me. The thought that my mother being very distant from me was now suggesting a man for me to marry was somewhat annoying. Refraining from sounding my own opinions, I allowed mother to continue ranting about this stranger and she was so bold to even claim that Verona’s summer hath not a flower like him and she somewhat concluded asking if I could accept his love. Thinking carefully I stated that I would try to like if it pleased her but I would go no further without her consent. Mother was obviously very pleased with this and left to attend to the party that was just about to start.

  The night then progressed on naturally until without prior notice a dear chap grasp my hand and inquired if he could hold my hand and proclaimed that I was a holy shrine. Shocked by his bravery and courage I was inclined to indulge in this behavior and flirted with him slightly. I felt rather gleeful of being capable of this. He then grasps my face and planted a kiss on my lips with his very own, referring to them as pilgrims. Truth be told diary, the kiss was simply incredible and did he kiss by the book. In that very moment, I felt like a sense of content and discomfort filled me and I wasn’t sure what to do. My thoughts were quickly interrupted by nurse as she called for me. It seemed as if I and Romeo were incapable to part for a second but then nurse appeared beside me and dragged me away.

  During that moment, nurse informed me that Romeo was a Montague! The fact that my only love sprung from my only hate was shocking. Depression then took over me and I decided to go to my balcony and reason with this treacherous revelation. You see diary, take a rose and call it by a different name would it still not smell as sweet? This overwhelming feeling of love was so strong that I exclaimed O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? I continued this soliloquy of mine stating Romeo, take all of me. As I took a break from my soliloquy, out of the shadows stepped out fair Romeo! Embarrassed and thrilled I was not sure which emotion I had displayed more of. I could already feel the blood rushing to my cheeks giving me a blush, but thank God it was dark and night. Fear crept into my heart for Romeo as I realize the amount of danger he had put himself him and I simply did not want him in a position like this. Romeo then boldly stated how he would rather have a moment of my love then to live without it; this caused my heart to flutter like a hummingbird.

  Romeo then ask for the exchange of my love’s faithful vow for his, and this cause a sense of glee over me and made my heart pound. I then parted with a proposal of marriage tomorrow and boy was I filled to the brim with joy! Now that I’ve calmed down truth is, I’m worried of the outcome of our actions but I can only hope for the best and expect the worse. Goodnight diary

Romeo's Diary

Romeo’s Diary Entry

This morning I feel that it has already reached afternoon, but it has only struck nine. My feelings, my beliefs, my instincts all go towards one person, but she does not feel the same way. Her rejection was like a knife stabbing someone’s heart, grabbing their lungs and squeezing them until every tear drop comes out of one’s eye.  These sad hours seem so long when you know that your life is going to end in misery because someone won’t love you. All I want is to be with Rosaline, but none of my techniques work; I’ve tried staring at her until she loves me, I’ve tried giving her gifts and I’ve also tried telling her that I love her and how beautiful she is every second of the day. But no matter how much I try she just won’t budge.  I don’t feel like doing anything else but hate myself, sometimes I feel that she is the most beautiful woman that has ever lived. But people just say that it’s my emotional teenage feelings finally kicking in.

Mercutio came to me this afternoon to tell me that we have to get ready for a Capulet party, but I have already told him that I feel like doing nothing. Knowing Mercutio he kept on telling me how great this party will be, he even told me that I will need to dance, but I replied “I have a soul of lead” therefore my dancing shoes will sink to the ground. Finally something which Mercutio said convinced me to go, it was like I might find someone new. Then I thought to myself that Rosaline was irreplaceable but I would still go to this party.

As we arrived at the Capulet mansion and entered the party I caught a glimpse of what a mutant will call a goddess. I was the mutant and she was the goddess, it was like I have never loved anyone before. She was just perfect! I tried to use my techniques like staring where she stands and hopefully it will lure her eyes towards me but that didn’t work so I tried holding her hand and succeeded. She was shocked that someone who she didn’t know was now holding her hand. I said to her “sorry for my rude unworthy hand, shall I kiss it better to make it pure again”. She replied “you do not have to apologise or kiss my hand, as for our hands have already kissed”. I said “then let lips do what our hands do”. She replied again “I stand still but a man has to move”. From then on I realised that we had made a sonnet together and that must mean something. It means that we were meant for each other!

We kissed a couple of times and tried to make another sonnet together but got interrupted by her nurse. This really annoyed me because I was in love and we had chemistry! The next words that came out of the nurse’s mouth shocked me like an electric eel biting my whole arm off. The shocking words where that she needed to see her mother (lady Capulet). This is such bad mistake because the Capulet’s are our enemy’s but that is only a name for I still love this nameless person.

“I can’t believe that she’s a Capulet” is what I keep on saying repeatedly in my mind. It’s just so confusing right now. Mercutio and Benvolio want to find me but I am hiding behind a wall in the Capulet’s mansion trying to find the love of my life. They eventually go away after trying to manipulate me with Rosaline, but what they don’t understand is that I don’t lover her anymore I love Juliet. Finally I come out and am trying to find her room, as soon as I think I hear something Juliet was out on her balcony talking to the sky looking as beautiful as ever. I’m not sure what to do but instead of coming out I stayed hidden and listened to her privet conversations.

Every second I think I think about Juliet and how she is my sun and how she rises in the east and sets in the west. I thought she just said my name and was talking to me but she was still talking to herself, she was saying “Why Romeo why, don’t be a Montague anymore or if you can’t then let me not be a Capulet”. That was when I thought should I come out or should I stay hidden. But I decided to stay hidden just a little while longer. Juliet continued “Our name is our enemy but our bodies are in love, take me Romeo take all of me”. That is when I jumped out of the shadows and finally spoke to Juliet. She had an excited yet embarrassed face when she knew that I was here, she said “how did you get here and why?” I replied with “I was behind those walls, with love’s light wings did I then fly over towards you.” “If they see you, they will murder you” “But I have the nights invisible cloak”.

We carried on for some time, kissing, talking and saying goodnight but eventually we said goodnight. As I turned to exit the mansion she said “marry me tomorrow, I will call a messenger t at 9:00 to confirm the details”.

 That was how today went tomorrow however will be better because I am getting married to Juliet.