The Happiest Day-The Happiest Hour
The happiest day- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been-
But let them pass.
And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit!
The happiest day- the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see- have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel- have been:
But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt- that brightest hour
I would not live again:
For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd- fell
An essence- powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.
Edgar Allan Poe
When all is said and done
I received not so shocking news this week. Most people thought that I’d either cry till my eyes bleed (literally), run to the nearest body shop to shop (would love to do this but am damn broke), watch my best friend’s wedding until my vcd player smokes up or hibernate for months.
I should thank these two persons for making my days:
1) Faye for agreeing to “mandi bunga” with all the flowers from Cameron Highlands.
2) My fave companion who had seen this coming long before. Thus I was mentally prepared way before I received the news.
Betty as always was worried about me. I told her not to be worried. I could be as calm as the sea. It’s interesting to see how people drop the bomb to the person that they thought as the most fragile thing in the whole wide world.
Books!Books!Books!
Been spending the last 3 weeks reading Falling Sideways by Tom Holt. It’s hilarious and highly recommended for those who like Brits Humors. Not suitable for those who allergic to frog.
Have bought the original illustrated Sherlock Holmes too. But this one might take a very long time to finish. Not only because it is very thick and fragile (you could use the book to kill the cockroaches) but also because I don’t read much at home. I usually read my books during lunch hour, in the LRT, at the LRT stations or while waiting for friends.
Am so excited to read the book that Habri bought for me when he was in Jakarta last week. Hopefully, he’ll find the time to finish it soon!
Does it pay to be kind?
Had an interesting conversation with Nana today. We talked about is it worth it for us to ever be so kind towards our friends. From my experience, in many circumstances people had always been taking advantages through my kindness. It really is difficult at times to accept the fact that people could have done that to you.
A few people had proved to me that my kindness could kills. Will I learnt my lesson soon? Might be! Will I stop being kind? Never!
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