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There is a danger of being overly sentimental about the relation of love and death. It is too easy to glibly mention love as the solution to all of life’s problems. Yet love is a solution, albeit an imperfect antidote.
The Myth of Tomorrow, Gary Buffone, Ph.D.

actually, it's only the 200th post. =)

i must be in the blogging mood today. hahaha suddenly felt an urge to post again, 'cause i realised i'm halfway through with physics! w00t!!! i shall finish work, energy and power by tonight. then i'm left with measurements, kinematics, dynamics and forces! wheeeeeee... but of course, there are still econs, history and gp. i doubt i can successfully finish all my revision. hm. which one should i sacrifice?

anyway! to commemorate this 200th post, i shall re-post the following poem. it's one of the most meaningful and beautiful poems i've seen around. take a pause here, turn off your music and quieten the buzz. read this poem with a peace of mind. and may these words hold a place in your heart after you've read it. =)

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