"Love yourself first.": When boys become men...

Saturday, January 8, 2011

When boys become men...

0650- im at the marina bay floating platform now.. Omg. Im soo excited. Idk why. Wanna see nei, martin and alb!! Hahahah. Woooo! Many parents are here, all eggcited. Well, bet this is the day they look forward to after raising their sons for 19 years ba! Haahahahha. Im v v v proud of the boys!

0740- well, still waiting for the ceremony to begin.. Well, seeing how the audience would rush to the aisle to look when the companies marching in.. Hahha. I tried to spot them but all look alike! Everytime i think i see nei or martin, i see another person that looks like him. Im rlly feeling super proud. I see how the grandmothers climb up the stairs despite their aching knees.. And how everyone wakes up so early on a saturday morning and yet, buzzing with excitement.. I just smile. The relaxing music with the sunrise and gorgeous backdrop just makes it all worthy to wake up so early. hahahaha. Im v v sleepy. But im so excited! I feel very happy. Thanks boys! :D

1800 -

Me and sharad carrot!

me and siong kai!

me and martin!

Me and albsie. LOL! one and only pic after all that we've been through! lol!

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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!'