"Love yourself first.": 08 jan 2010

Sunday, January 9, 2011

08 jan 2010 - independence day

actually, yesterday when i came back from the POP ceremony, i wanted to take a power nap. But must be the coffee at pan pacific (ohh, alb's parents treated me, teehheee. Albbbb, stroked ur ego right??? Hahahahaha!) v v good quality. I only slept for an hour. Then i decided to upload the pics. Then i renovated my blog! took me hours. And to blog also. Hahahaha. V nice to be home alone. I could shower with the door open. I decide when i wanna go out. I felt like an adult. Hahaha. but was v good doing my blog! I love how it looks now. Less empty. More stuff.. I hope to blog more this year. Fuck school. Gahh

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If - Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you,
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, dont give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you have your life to broken
And stoop and build 'em up with worn up tools;

If you can make one heap of your winnings
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them: "hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kinds - not lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run-
Yours is the earth and everything thats in it,
And -which is more- you'll be a man, my son!'