Really, off to Perth
I decided to stay up a bit so I can sleep well on the plane tmr morning la.
I'm waking up at 6.15am!!??!!? Haha.
So yea.. Luggage packed. Suit, dress shirt, tees, polo tees, and some berms. And some knives, razors that I can't put in my hand carriage.
And in the hand carriage I have JD's Amazing Toiletries Pack sans razor! Which currently consists of toothbrush, toothpaste, facial wash, pore cleanser gel, body powder, contact lenses, lens solution, cologne, comb, plasters, facial wipes.
Theres also two books, Margaret Atwood's Blind Assasin and a book on Cariology.
Theres also lots of tissue paper, my very cool (i think) notefile, pen and pencil and i can't remember what else.
Well I then spent the next two hours MSN chatting with Ben about (what else) finances and cars in relation to the former.. I think its good to plan for the future.. Work things out. Of course, you'll never know what will happen in times to come. But its always good to be prepared, if only to have a goal to work towards.. So thanks bro, for getting me thinking too! Heh.
Hmm anyway, after I packed, I also spent some time thinking about poetry. Y'know, I actually quite like poetry.. I think i mentioned that many blogtries ago, after watching Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind.
Reason I started thinking about poetry is cos Lester wrote a little 4 line poem and asked me to comment on it.. of course, I can't possibly reproduce it here.. Haha. I could however reproduce a poem i wrote for the Creative Arts Programme in '99.
Except, now looking at my portfolio I realise i didn't write any poems.. Haha. As i recall you need to submit 10 items of play, prose and poetry, with at least 2 categories. So I used 9 essays I wrote for school and knocked off a play in 15 minutes.. Haha.
So, before I go to sleep (and fly off to Perth in about 7 plus hours), instead, let me insert a beautiful poem a once close friend sent to me, a few years ago..
Evening Solace
By Charlotte Bronte
The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;--
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.
But there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.
And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly back--a faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others' sufferings seem.
Oh! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie!
And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress--
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven
Seeking a life and world to come.
posted by Đirestraits @ 1:20 am
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