world of my own

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood,
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

*loves *

the colour orange
the sky and the water (:

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Leisure

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.
—William Henry Davies,

How true. what's life if u dont experience it. whats life if u're just going through the motions without feeling it. what's life if everyday's routine, nothing exciting. whats life if u dont see beauty and miracles in the simplest things.

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you

But make allowance for their doubting too,

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master,

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn–out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it all on one turn of pitch–and–toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much,

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son!
—Rudyard Kipling, 1910

ill salute the person who can achieve all that!

yep. chanced upon these while searching for the road not taken. i love that too (: which just reminds me of the small vow i made so many months ago. a few years ago in fact. when i was still young, still believed that everything i thought was right, still believed that things will wait for u.. that they wont change. rmb somomo telling me tt she thought ill take lit... haha. i thought so too.. rmb yeosooling, my brashness, her appeal for my understanding.

"Oh, yes, I had an English teacher, Miss Smith, who really inspired me. I'll never forget dear old Miss Smith. She used to say that if she reached one child in her forty years of teaching it would make it all worthwhile. She'd die happy. The inspiring English teacher then fades into gray shadows to eke out her days on a penny-pinching pension, dreaming of the one child she might have reached. Dream on, teacher. You will not be celebrated."

chem today was alrite. i think i can pass! yay! geog was terrible. i guess i should have known the minute i stepped into the hall. but well, it hit me when i opened the paper. its the first time i sat for a paper and handed it in knowing i could have done much better and knowing that i didnt do myself justice cause i obviously dint study enough for it and well, knowing u handed in a bad script sux. i mean if i were the teacher n i received my script ill go bang my head against the wall. ):

so its 2 down and 2 more to go.

was in the toilet today. (with my geog notes.. hm.. not sure if studying n walking helps...) when suddenly it struck me. like this lightbulb just went on and i went "OH..."

and after that i felt so stupid.

all along thinking that u put on a mask for other people when actually thats not the case. i mean, of course in some cases it is the case. people just put a mask and pretend to be someone they're not. like really nice or really horrid

but how abt the other way around. when its because of other people around you that you can put on the mask. they gave u a mask to wear. they gave u the security, the safeness behind that face. its in fact other people who gave u a mask so u cld hide the person inside.

hm..

how come it doesnt make so much sense in words? oh wells, what matters is i understand it (: yep. made alot of sense.

if only i can make as much sense of maths. ):

1month plus without my sis. gonna feel weird. she's always been like the mediator amongst us.

and i guess as kids we all have that same fear. weird huh. that no matter how our parents are there just exists one point in time when they're all like that. but it seems like its just a phase. as we grow older, they turn against us instead. ): well, at least its better then turning on each other...

joohui go study math!

i miss them. and everyone's so different now. mayb not different but so involved in their respective stuff.

suddenly thought of the stuff we did with uncle david. it seemed so long ago... i guess he taught me that u can be anyone u want. all it takes is a bit of courage, abit of observing, abit of adapting, not being afraid to step out of your comfort zone. but i guess i found out for myself that no matter who u become, theres just this little part of u that remains the same.

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