The Lady of Shalott

On either side the river lie

Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road runs by
    To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
    The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
    Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle embowers
    The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow-veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhailed
The shallop flitteth, silken-sail'd
    Skimming down to Camelot
Yet who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she know in all the land,
    The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the beared barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
    Down to towered Camelot:
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy
    Lady of Shalott."

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
    To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
    The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near     Winding down to Camelot; There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls     Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,     Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true,     The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often through the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights     And music, went to Camelot: Or when the Moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed; "I am half sick of shadows," said     The Lady of Shalott. A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves     Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneeled To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field,     Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily     As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armor rung     Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together,     As he rode down to Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light,     Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode,     As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra," by the river     Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume,     She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried     The Lady of Shalott. In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining. Heavily the low sky raining     Over tower'd Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And around about the prow she wrote     The Lady of Shalott And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance -- With a glassy countenance     Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away,     The Lady of Shalott Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right -- The leaves upon her falling light -- Thro' the noises of the night,     She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song,     The Lady of Shalott. Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly,     Turn'd to tower'd Camelot. For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died,     The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high,     Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And around the prow they read her name,     The Lady of Shalott. Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear,     All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace,     The Lady of Shalott." by : Alfred Tennyson

is that Joe?

you're perfect in your every single way... love ya, Joe..

am i clumsy???

ini bukan posting yang penting sebenarnya, but...i can't hold my mouth any longer for not telling this story. 

oke, jadi gini.. pelajar saat ini gabisa jauh dari handphone, gadget, dan semacamnya. i admit it. sure!! i'm asking now, is there anybody who can hold their finger not to texting someone, or updating their status for a whole day?? obviously NO!! ya kan? ya kan? ada yang ga setuju, yoo give a comment. *sekalianpromosi


nah supaya bisa bebas berselancar ke dalam dunia maya melalui genggaman, si handphone itu pasti butuh yang namanya 'pulsa'. mau handphone sebagus apapun, kalo ga ada pulsanya, ya sama aja cuma jadi pajangan. atau gak objek 'membanggakan diri'. masalahnyaa, semakin canggih handphone, semakin banyak pulsa yang digunakan. *benergak?


sebenernya ceritanya mulai dari sini. selama liburan, konsumsi pulsa gue membengkak!! and as you know, almost all students always trap in a terrible money supply, during the holiday. tapi apa boleh dikata, mau minta duit, inget kalo gue masih numpang di rumah ortu tercinta. masih dibiayai. alhasil, dengan uang yang seminimal mungkin, gue usahakan dapat membeli pulsa untuk internetan sebulan*semogacukup dan buat SMS + calling calling. 


kebetulan karena di depan rumah gue itu MALL, jadi ya gue udah biasa mondar-mandir disitu. termasuk kalo mau beli pulsa. gue udah jadi pelanggan tetap loh!! sebelah toko pulsa itu dulunya toko dvd, dan gue selalu kesitu kalo mau beli dvd. tp sekarang tokonya udah tutup, kena razia. well, balik lagi ke topik. gue sudah kenal hampir sama semua pegawai yg jaga toko pulsa itu. nama tokonya O*E SHOP. hahaha, do you know what is it??


so far, yang selama ini gue tau pegawainya itu cewe semua. ada yang namanya sama kaya gue. *sowhat? siang itu, sambil jalan santai, gue menuju ke sana. karena udah biasa ya gue santai aja. paling mba-mba nya ngecengin gue karena gue ga punya duit -__- but, you know what? waktu gue masuk, sontak santai gue ilang. yang duduk di balik etalase, bukan mba-mba. itu laki-laki!! pegawai baru!! mas-mas ganteeeeng!! 


i can't even imagine how my face look like!! awalnya biasa, lama-lama kaget, salting, bingung, clumsy!!! aaaahh!! umurnya kira-kira 20an, he looks cute. rambutnya agal ngikel gitu, terus dia putih. hahahaha, dan gue baru menyadari, kalo jadwal dia jaga toko sama kaya jadwal gue les!! ya ini sih tiap les gue bakal beli pulsa hehehe *wink. i've told it to my bestfriend, and then she said "fit, kok kisah lo kaya cerita-cerita di serial cantik sih?" HAHAHAHA :D what do you think??


*gue tau ini random abisss, tp ini layak untuk diceritakan...

the return of.. DEMI LOVATO!!

yesterday when i was stalking my Twitter timeline, i saw someone tweeting " #skyscraper ". when i read this, i whispered in my heart, "hey, what's this? it's so catchy! i love it." as usual, i always feel curious about something. *ehem. everything, i guess.* then, took no longer time for me to know what it is. and guess what? it's a new single from my beloved pop princess, DEMI LOVATO!!

you have no idea...

mungkin butuh waktu agak lama buat bikin postingan ini. ya, wajarlah, i'm not a good writer. but, at least, i'm trying. karena, semua yang ditulis disini, gak akan pernah saya ucapkan pada nyatanya. heran? ya, saya memang tipe orang yang susah mengungkapkan perasaan nya kepada orang lain. bahkan ke ORANG TUA nya sendiri.

ini jujur. seumur hidup saya, bisa dihitung jari berapa kali saya mengucapkan "Selamat Ulang Tahun". apalagi mengucapkan "Selamat Hari Ibu" , "Happy Dad's Day!" hampir tidak sama sekali. lucu memang, but deep inside, i love you more than anyone could do mom, dad. iri, bahkan sakit kadang melihat seseorang mengungkapkannya begitu mudah. pernah saya sudah berniat dalam hati "besok gue harus ngucapin! harus!" but guess what? those words just stuck in my throat. I DO NOTHING!! kalo itu mungkin cowo yang lo suka, oke wajar ga berani bilang. tapi ini, ortu lo sendiri!! i don't know what the true love is, but i guess it is. it's unspoken, it's invisible, but it's real. you have no idea how much i love you mom, dad....