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Believe In Urself,..Have Faith,..

Believe In Urself,..Have Faith,..
Wat Else Can I Say...(,")

Sunday, May 3, 2009


Nuting much cept to share dis poem wic I found in my old skool scrapbook,.. dis poem woz given to me by my late father wen i woz in Form 1 or Tingkatan 1,.. heheh,..wat else can I say cept I miss u Bapak.. (",) its a sort of poem wic i gess my dad wants me to dwelve n undrstnd but,..heheh.. it took me years aftr to undrstnd & noe how much my dad love me n wants d best fer his son,..me, heheh,.. being wat I am n d blackship of d family went my own way,..nevertheless I'm happy I did choose my way coz it make me wat I am today,..jst anothr simple & down to earth guy who learn to appreciate life n living,.. I'm contented wth wat I'm but of coz needs to improve meself in certain aspect of life..duh,.. i'd better not start putting tings dats on my head on dis post 2day,..heheh.. cheers,..apo nak dikato lagi,..(,")

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, don't 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 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;

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!

Hope we will never ferget dis poem & cherished d motivation it give,..heheh,..apo nak dikato,..(,")


nightcaller said...

Dear brotherhood

Waiting for u in Lotus on 9th May, what happened? U never showed up.....

some other time, maybe?

bro brotherhood, said...

Duh,..I completely fergot about d date,..heheh..wat else can I say,..neway, yes sum thr time mayb, hopefully aftr anothr month or 2,..really sory cudn make it,..again apo nak dikato,..heheh..(",)

thnx nightey, fer d visit here,.i meant,.:)