Dignity Lonely

2.53am.. G1 203..
Baru bangun dari tdo yg sgt2 panas n berpeluh..
Smpi terpaksa lapik tuala tk elakkn berpeluh ngan teruk lagi..
Skang sblm nk sambung study, nk post entri tk dedicate kat adik2 jaksa baru..
Harap dorang leh tafsir sndri n amik iktibar dari ap yg cuba ak smpikn..
If I were to tell you directly, people moght say that I'm breaking you people's..
All d best ma little Brother's n Sister's..

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 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..

Robert Frost (1874–1963).

Mountain Interval. 1920.