Hope & Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

- Emily Dickinson

.:Mode: Cheerful & Hopeful:.

Hence, the poem above which I studied for English Literature in Form 5. It was either that or Geography (yucks! booooring!) for one of my electives other than Accounting of which I absolutely had no avenue of escape from, no choice :(

Today I did something I'm kinda proud. As a result, I'm in this feel good mood and I shall bask in it. I never thought (once again never say never) I'll actually make the move but I was inspired by someone :)

...'Teochew' is what I'm hoping for come evening.

*Fingers crossed*