just cleared up my room, cleaned and washed up all that should be washed, and my room is smelling nice of "Green Apple + Tioman" aromas, I showered, bed is clean and fresh, and I'm mugging happily.. ahh.. is not as cool as I'd like, but its windy and quiet.. slow songs coming out from my speakers, ahhh.. love the serenity..
btw, that day while waiting for yingying's hair to be done I browsed through this 2nd hand bookstore and found this little gem: "The Penguin Book of English Verse, Edited by John Hayward" Only $4, and with little notes scribbled in the John Donne and Shakespeares section. Compilation of poetry, lyrics, odes, sonnets, love songs spanning across four golden centuries of poetry.. woohoo..
tho some are in such cryptic english that I do not really get them, most of them are pretty easy to get even if spelt differently.. and some are just wonderful. Just one by Surrey that made an impression:
A Complaint By Night of The Lover Not Beloved
Alas so all thinges nowe doe holde their peace.
Heaven and earth disturbed in nothing:
The beastes, the ayer, the birdes their song doe cease:
The nights chare the starres aboute dothe bring:
Calme is the Sea, the waves worke lesse and lesse:
So am I not, whom love alas doth wring,
Bringing before my face the great encrease
Of my desires, whereat I wepe and syng,
In joye and wo, as in a doutfull ease.
For my swete thoughtes sometyme doe pleasure bring:
But by and by the cause of my disease
Geves me a pang, that inwardly dothe sting,
When that I thinke what griefe it is again,
To live and lacke the thing should ridde my paine.
I feel the same pain.. even though we're four and a half centuries apart. ouch.
