The road not taken

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

Robert Frost wrote "The road not taken" in 1920. In 2011, I faced what he had faced.

Wikipedia has the whole poem in it. So I guess you can read it there.


I made a major decision this week. It is about my career
To make it simple,
I had to decide to choose to work for passion ( I had to make a leap of faith on this)
Or walk the most convenient path for me. ( I know I can excel in my work, but I not sure whether i like it)
In the end, I choose the one not taken.
Some are very supportive , some doubt it.
Honestly, I do not know whether is good decision.
But I just followed my gut feeling. Let just hope it will bring me somewhere.

Additional note: There is one good song by Hinders - Better than me.
It hit my feeling spot on. So I Share some of the lyrics that hit me very hard
and the link as well

I told myself I won't miss you
But I remember
What it feels like beside you
 
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me

I admit it, the additional note is meant for her to read

Boon

Honestly , this is really a good place to emo.

It has been so long since I became single.
I guess, it is good time for me to be single.
I started to gym, I going to have a nephew.
This is a sign , to start my metamorphosis.
To be someone who can hold burden of the whole family,
as someone who appreciate life.
It is process, very long process.

It is a suprise that part of my life still revolves around her.
Cant believe I still longing for her name to appear whenever my phone rings..
It good to know she moved on.
If you ask me,  why bother checking her life ?
She not your anyone anymore, nor she needs your attention.
I would say, I care,
because I once love with all my heart, and it takes time to take it back.

At least, she will be happier when I am not in her life.
I not very sure about that statement, but I just go with it,
This is what she want me to believe anyway.
or is it I want to think that way ?
Nah, don't want to think about it,
We are meant to be if we really are meant to be.

Now, I need to take care of myself first, before I can love anyone.
There are so many place that need my attention,
my parents, my cousins, my health, my body , my career, my car, my camera and my nephew.
I dont think I have space for a girl now.

PS: Can anyone think of a name for my nephew ? Prefer universal name.

Boon

August 18 : A new start

The time now is 12:38 AM.
The date now is August 18.
It signify the rebirth of Boon's blog.

More thing will be uploaded to this blog before I make this blog into public domain.
Status of this blog :
1) Stupid posting were deleted,
2) Very personal posting also deleted.
3)  Header and " About me" edited.

Going to change Layout next.

Sometimes, it is just feels good by talking to myself.

Boon

Best place to emo

After 2 months, here is still the best place to emo,
haha,
 Somewhere in my heart eager for her sudden intention to visit this place. But dont think it will happen. Anyway, no worries, it is just a sudden rush to write, to release my rambling thoughts and throw it away the very next day.

I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt to lose something you never really had. 
From Wonder Years TV series 
 
All that said,it hurts.
It felt like my soul was sucked out slowly from my heart.
The heart feel empty, but heavy at the same time.
It is like there is a solid spheric energy resides in my heart, My mind sense that there is something. But there is no clump or any tumor to be found.
The heavy weight, paradoxical it may seems, it felt like is not in my heart, but inside my heart.

Each breathe taken adds to the weight to that sphere but every attempt to roar out the burden adds to the burden.
Even the glucose in my body taste sour. Maybe because the pheromones, testaterons was stress by this unexistent weight.
I am dying inside , yet I am healthy on the outside.
It is killing me, yet I do not understand how that spherical weight is doing that.

Now as I walk into my apartment balcony, I look into the moon.
I saw the broken strings on my bag. There was a saying "At the touch of love, everyone is poet"
but today, I guess my poetic sense came from endless conflict of love and hate.





 

Sign

Is this a sign ?

No idea what happen to my wallet, it has a big hole now, and your pic has left me through the hole,
the rice , it suddenly putus from my bag,
and my pen, also suddenly putus ink, lucky got refill, if not really cannot use di,
all those thing i hold dear, all went haywire in these few days, 
it hurts , really hurts, nothing can hurt more than seeing my dearest item become a piece of junk.....

the memories slowly fading, our things went broken
my desire getting tamer,  is it a sign?


boon ,