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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:
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 all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath 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!
--Rudyard Kipling
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| Yay to free trip to Alton Towers.
Thank you Imperial | | |
| I've just popped a pair of Nytol tabs into my orafice. I am trying to get some shut eye, as tomorow, due to a family 'thing' I need to get up* (this obviously applies to all members of the family). I have now been called by my brother. Now as you can imagine the cal was rather garbled. Nevertheless I made out the words 'drunk', 'meet', 'station' and 'take care of me'. Now knowing my brother's activities, geography and local transport my brother will be within 'picking up' distance within the hour. However, I feel two 'caplets' worth of powerful seditives working in my blood. Currently none of my friends are online. There is nout to do in the dark. There is at least half an hours wait ahead of me...Buggerations.
Besides now I have wasted 2 caplets of my precious Nytol. I know I will be a wee bit more awake when I return, however fearing ODs, never waking up etc etc I am not going to take any seditives. I am going to be quite unable to sleep. DAMNIT
*For those unawares of my term "getting up" it usually means being conscience when the clocks have four digits in the time AND the letters AM on them. This is a very disturbing time for me. Especially the large orb in the sky, it makes me sublime. | | |
| Life seems to go on...and on and on....when will this torture end!?
Soooo...my summer consists of me trying to get 'friends' to leave their homes and go out have some fun (a movie...argh). I'm finding it increasingly difficult to keep track of time. Days seem to go by so damn slowly. ARGH
In other news apparently Imperial College think I might last another year in uni. They even went as far to say as I maybe allowed to STAY on the MSci course dependant on next year, meaning I have at least achieved a 2:1, which means once again I have managed to cheat failure at a test in the most blatent manner possible (as anyone who knows my exam technique knows, I should have failed spelling tests and dropped out of school). Also seeing as I don't get my grade/raw mark or whatever for some time, I don't know if that is a first or 2:1. But we all know which one it is going to be  . | | |
| So...I've spent the last two weeks in Hong Kong. I've been majorly bored. Tis so annoying this place, being just another face in the crowd in a large city. Being an illiterate sod, who possibly comes across as a wee bit on the pikee side here...(Apparently hair is not bleached then dyed here, EVER....and bleaching already consitutes pikee). Drinkage is not the national sport so I have few friends that are willing to go out with moi. Drinks cost an arm and a leg, and clubs typically beat out a nausious obnoxious mix/blend of HipHop and RnB all night (what is Indie?).
Have been spending alot of time at home, and I haven't even managed to get much of the IC Windsurf Website done yet...I had hoped to at least get the About ICWSC page done, but its going slowly as I am so undermotivated without play (work hard play hard crap), plus its going especially slowly as I decided to make an all Flash compliment to the already up website.
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