Happy

I just looked up a word in my favourite online dictionary.
Apparently, what I am currently "suffering" from is called 'spring fever' in English. Sounds suspiciously like hay fever, but hey, the dictionary must know, right?
Anyway, it's a strange thing, but...yeah. Words fail me right now. (Especially because I'm dead tired!)

I still had no sleep, and I need to get it now. 48+ hours with only 6-7 hours of sleep to them? Not good. Not good at all. But the papers are now finished, and I'm FREE....
...to study for my big Linguistics exam.
But oh, it feels like such a joy nevertheless.

And I'm happy. Did I mention that before? Happy, and curious what will happen next. Oh, the fun of it all. :D

Can you tell my ability to concentrate is miserable?

I just did another personality "test". HA!

Your Hidden Talent

Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people. You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together. Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly. People crave your praise and complements.

What's Your Hidden Talent?

Life is poetry, love is...love poetry

Don't worry if the title of this post isn't making much sense to you - it's past 3am, as I'm having myself a nightshift - I need to hand in this paper by 12am today, and only started writing last evening, ie, about 5 hours ago. That's me, superorganised. :P

Anyway, I just found this beautiful poem by e.e.cummings and thought I would let the world know.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

——————————————————— i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

I also found a different one by a woman poet on my professor's handout for the lecture today, but forgot to take my copy home - it was so beautiful it gave me the shivers. Luckily I just found it online. It's was written by Christina Rossetti some time during the Victorian Age.

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree.
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on as if in pain.
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

And then there is what U2 say, and their words should not be forgotten either: Love, she moves in mysterious ways.
Aye, she does.
:)