Wednesday, March 14, 2012

in the journey of the moment

He says: Bon voyage~~
She says: Merci beaucoup~~

bliss, bless & happiness

I'll be going home tomorrow, to home sweet home. So, I am feeling grateful since this is out of my plan. It is just come along the way somehow. My sisters are super sweet with treating me with the unplanned plane ticket. I am smiling ear to ear while packing for my stuff just now. Ohh, home is where loves are always shining as bright as the moon in the clear sky. Home is where it is warm and comfy. Where the foods are always mavellous. Where my pumpkins and sweety pies are. Where my heart will always belong to. Being away from home is challenging, good and full with the smells of life. But being home, being home is without a doubt an exact good mixture of bliss, bless and happiness~~

Saturday, March 10, 2012

" THERE ARE OTHER THINGS WE HAVE TO FIND,
before we find each other"

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Sudddenly, everything make sense because, paradoxically, I finally accepted that it never would make sense. That's life. It's not all wrapped up with a tidy bow - its crazy and disorganized and unpredictable, and so are the people who live it.

Diane Schwemm, The Year I Turned Sixteen
I've got a good solid lesson today. I somehow know that it is my fault entirely.
Nonetheless, for all of it I am thankful.
Dear self, no more of that mischivious attitude, or you know that you'll be in trouble again.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in 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 relly 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 the 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.

Robert Frost (1916)

Friday, March 2, 2012

hufff

Im so annoyed and irritated with impolite and improper students.
Im not gonna care anymore. Do as you like.