what if?

oh good gracious. a month of not blogging? terrific. the last post was on the 24th september? today is 24th october. octopus month. blah. octie month gona go bye bye and in two more months its gona be another new year! how fast!!! i was just spending my time hitting the books just now and now im taking a break. its lunch hour. have i eaten? the question is have YOU eaten? shmucks. blabbering now eyh? i guess so. too many musical notes in my head a presume? exams coming up. oh no oh no oh no. hmm.. lotsa friends having exam next month. major exam month till december. oohh la la.. and and and everyone can go yippeedido daaa! *blank* thinking about chocolate cake now. slurrpp.. nyummy.. im rotting myself in this boring room of mine with this boring moment in a world full of boredom lahhh.. well not exactly boring world. i love my life. how boring can it be? unless SOME people think its so cool to be so free by not studying and always drinking alcohol lah. well thats another story.. with this free time a poem i remembered 3 years ago if im not mistaken, strucked me! its insipring though. here here! read it!

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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, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

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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 impostors 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 gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

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If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
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 Kings - nor 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 that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

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well, exclude that my son thingy.. its part of the poem.. inspires me much though.. so toodles now..