"Love yourself first.": the simple pleasures in life...mmmmm...

Thursday, January 6, 2011

the simple pleasures in life...mmmmm...

had a great and relaxing afternoon with emsy today. Met up with her in the afternoon for a nice lunch at parkway. Then had ice cream and we came to my house to study. We played more than we study. Hhahaha. Then now, im waiting for dinner and then im gg to mug. Maybe later can watch 'hitch'. Ahahaha. I just had reese's peanut buttercups. Omg. Mmmmm... The simple pleasures in life can be summed up into this simple afternoon. Mmmmm.... :p i loooooove peanut butter. I super duper looooove peanut butter cups! I loooove them! Chocolate and peanut butter. Omg. I wanna just faint!

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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!'