Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
by. Robert Forst
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it's actually Terra Incognita.
Unknown land. :)
By the way was that you who wrote about the SMU 8 crisis period? I was there between 1997-1999 then 2000-2001 and everything was already degrading in 2000-2001, while in 1997-1999 all I can remember is fun, fun and fun.
Turut berdukacita ya...Mudah2an 8 cepet diganti kepseknya dgn yang baik dan benar.
Cheers!
Euh I think I made a mistake. But I did get the link to your blog from the email including the stuff about 8.
Anyway, hello. :)
Halo Juga Mbak. THanks ya udah email. btw, mbak anak 8 angkatan brapa? saya 97, dpt kepsek juga gak enak. sempet ikutan demo di kelas 3. thanks juga ya koreksinya, nanti aku ganti deh jadi terra incognita..
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