The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost[1874–1963]

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.


**


Which path would you choose?

Sheena Easton - Almost Over You

I saw an old friend of ours today

She asked about you, i didn't quite know what to say
heard you've been making the rounds 'round here
while I've been trying to make tears disapear

Chorus:
Now Im almost over you
I've almost shook these blues
so when you come back around
after painting the town
you'll see im almost over you...

you're such a sly one with a cold cold heart
maybe leavin came easy, but it tore me apart
time heals all wounds they say and I should know
coz it seems like forever,
but im letting you go

(chorus)
I can forgive you and soon I'll forget all my shattered dreams
although you left me with nothing to show
Full of misery
( chorus )

when you come back around, after painting the town,
you'll see im almost over you...

Lonely without you

The past few days have been easier to pass than the previous few times. Occupying myself with activities, work, friends, alcohol.....but he still flits through my mind more times than I can imagine. Stolen glances at my mobile, willing it to ring or chime, with the name of that much-missed caller flashing.

But it stays silent.

Every night as I lay down to sleep, tears involuntarily form in my eyes. The pain...unbearable. I inevitably think of negative thoughts. do you miss me? are you thinking of me like i'm thinking of you?

As much as i try to make my days chockful of activities, I wonder how could he just drop me and get on with life like nothings wrong, when everything I do, I wish he was with me to share the moment.

I hold myself back, remembering my promise to keep away, to give space...just wishing that he would be the one to make the first move instead; telling me he misses me, that he has to see me...but its not happening. I grew weak and made a call; to hear his voice, to relive the moments...but was greeted with the cheerful voice of the automated message informing me that the reciver can't be reached.....over n over i call, feverishly trying to get an answer...just to face the same thing....it is unusual.


maybe that is my answer...i just wish he would have told me straight in the face like he promised.


Baby....have you forgotten me already?

Things that make me happy.

Spongebob in San Francisco

colourful domes in Moscow

 trips to the zoo

golf-playing Santa Claus

peacock hiding in the bushes

Christmas scenes on television

pink cupcakes

ice-cold beers

mini merry-go-rounds

and Elvis Presley in a frame.

am i that stupid?

Just came back from a depressing flight from Amsterdam.

my work was sub-standard, and i got zapped, lectured, criticised, blamed and scolded throughout the trip there and back.

Instead of working better, my work got worse n worse.

As i think back, i feel so demoralised as I think I can't even do the simplest of things even after flying so almost two years. I don't foresee myself getting better in any way. I look at my fellow colleagues, and wonder how they do it; how they get so good in their work, and not bang stuff, and drop stuff, and get in other people's way like I do; how come they are not clumsy[like me], don't get bullied[like me]; how come they ensure that people don't take advantage of them when I keep doing stuff for people, hoping that it makes them happy so that they can like me. I try so hard to be nice but I keep getting stepped on instead. I work so hard, but it's never enough. I will never be good at my job.

I think I was born a doormat.


I cannot be mean to people n ask them to do stuff for me; I can't bring myself to fight back cos it seems so hostile.

Why can't we all just get along?
Why do they have to be so mean to me?


Why can't people just like me?

I don't feel like flying anymore.