The Head Hunter: November 2010

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Prolog....

Langit mendung petang itu. Sang burung berterbangan pulang ke rumah mereka. Dan angin bertiupan sepoi-sepoi bahasa, mendinginkan suasana. Dan aku, masih lagi di situ termenung sendirian, dalam mencari arti kebahagian, makna sebuah kehidupan…

It was a Lover and His Lass

It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o’er the green corn-field did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that life was but a flower
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

And, therefore, take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crown and grave with the prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

The Head Hunter

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Prolog....

Interesting Musing

It was a Lover and His Lass

Admirers

My Readings

My Thoughts

The Anthropologist