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June



  June?


Assalammualaikum and hi. It's... 10th June already. Sorry for skipping day 1.  Didn't feel like writing a post anymore. June isn't a favourite month anyway. It's just few months more till the SPM trial. Seems like I have to be missing in action for awhile. Hiatus, to be exact. Don't worry my baby bucuk bloggie, I'll be back. Not long. Just for.... Hm, few months. Maybe I'll be back for Eid ul-Fitr posts... Hm honestly, I don't know. Wish me luck, guys.

Here's a poem from a famous poet that I find interesting and I would like to share it with you guys.

"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 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 gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout 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 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."

Thank you for still reading this even there's nothing much to read. Till we meet again, adios.

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