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Tuesday, August 7, 2012

A mini post for a mini day out

I toss my shopping bags into the boot to release my now reddish hand and flushed face from the scorching heat *sounds like a garage full of Padinis' and Louboutins-look-alikes but nope! more towards Oreo's, a pack of fettuccine, a carton of milk,some dried mangoes, a bottle of orange juice and some chocolate bar..etc etc...grocery items..blah blah and YES i am expecting some guest! wee...An old time friend coming over for some girls day-in! cooking and baking n stuff...it sounds like i m catching up on childhood! Never too late isnt it *grins * Open the car door enter,fling my handbag over the seats to the back,adjust the seat,pull off my pair of garage heels and toss over to the back n strap on my seatbelt. Love to drive barefoot recently...give me more sense of control *bla bla bla skip all the miss-no-sense-of direction- thing and thanks to daddy built-in-my-head-gps , i reach home safe and sound.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Attente

Attentes. 

Leurs attentes. Votre attente. Mon attente.

puis-je remplir?

Je suis desole. Tres desolee. Je ne voudrais faire pas vous inquiet... je suis tres inquiet aussi.

~

Its time to grow up. 

Aged a year. Mentality should be as well. Have i grew? 

it was very unthoughtful to make people worry or angry isn't it at this age? 

sometimes i wonder will anyone ever understand me. 

I am not perfect myself. I am sorry I cant be perfect. 

I tend to over react when people step over my limit. 

There are times I have this inner battle on settling whats wrong or whats right. 

In the end, I silent up and keep it to myself and overnight the result tend to be better than if i voice out what ever it is in my mind. 

I am trying. I am trying to be whoever you need. 

Temper check. Tick. Voice check. Tick. Facial expression check. Tick. 

Maybe sometimes i just doesnt want the expectation .

 The pressure building. I just hope you would understand.Its not i did not think of it.

 I only want to tell you when the time is right. 

The road not taken


The Road Not Taken

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 marked 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. 
Robert Frost

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

A mini post for a mini day out

I toss my shopping bags into the boot to release my now reddish hand and flushed face from the scorching heat *sounds like a garage full of Padinis' and Louboutins-look-alikes but nope! more towards Oreo's, a pack of fettuccine, a carton of milk,some dried mangoes, a bottle of orange juice and some chocolate bar..etc etc...grocery items..blah blah and YES i am expecting some guest! wee...An old time friend coming over for some girls day-in! cooking and baking n stuff...it sounds like i m catching up on childhood! Never too late isnt it *grins * Open the car door enter,fling my handbag over the seats to the back,adjust the seat,pull off my pair of garage heels and toss over to the back n strap on my seatbelt. Love to drive barefoot recently...give me more sense of control *bla bla bla skip all the miss-no-sense-of direction- thing and thanks to daddy built-in-my-head-gps , i reach home safe and sound.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Attente

Attentes. 

Leurs attentes. Votre attente. Mon attente.

puis-je remplir?

Je suis desole. Tres desolee. Je ne voudrais faire pas vous inquiet... je suis tres inquiet aussi.

~

Its time to grow up. 

Aged a year. Mentality should be as well. Have i grew? 

it was very unthoughtful to make people worry or angry isn't it at this age? 

sometimes i wonder will anyone ever understand me. 

I am not perfect myself. I am sorry I cant be perfect. 

I tend to over react when people step over my limit. 

There are times I have this inner battle on settling whats wrong or whats right. 

In the end, I silent up and keep it to myself and overnight the result tend to be better than if i voice out what ever it is in my mind. 

I am trying. I am trying to be whoever you need. 

Temper check. Tick. Voice check. Tick. Facial expression check. Tick. 

Maybe sometimes i just doesnt want the expectation .

 The pressure building. I just hope you would understand.Its not i did not think of it.

 I only want to tell you when the time is right. 

The road not taken


The Road Not Taken

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 marked 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. 
Robert Frost