Now that life is a lil hectic for me:
1) wedding's coming up (19th Dec) and I am stuck with my plannings;
2) submission for my last paper for my Masters is on the 29th Jan (before the nightmare of the dissertation begins);
3) dress fitting for my wedding is on the 30th Jan;
4) future husband's coming for a visit in Feb (really excited about it but at the same time i need to keep myself in my best look and behavious cos it has been 10 months since he last saw me, and I wouldn't want to scare him with this woman who is turning 30 in 4 yrs time)...
5) money is always an issue isn't it?
6) to slim down is the biggest issue for me as I crave for many kinds of food and I live to eat!
7) tough time at work (u know it's almost there but yet it's not but everyone's treating you like you no longer exist just because you're leaving).
8) Got to be saying Goodbye soon to certain things i love & adore now; and
9) I need to fight the love i've got for 'Facebook'! it's the most evil partner someone can get in their life!
*Hmm it's good that I haven't reach 10 things*
Everything's hitting me at the same time! I feel like breaking down and cry but I need to stay strong and focused! otherwise, I will be failing on all of the above (points 1-4)! Sometimes, I pray, sometimes, I feel like giving up, sometimes I tell myself, life isn't always beautiful... (don't you know even roses have got thorns). God is fair, when you're lucky in a way, you're unlucky in another way. If you're rich, you might be ugly, if you're smart, you might be poor, if you're pretty, you might be short/ fat, etc... get what i mean?
Thus, i found this poem below shared by my friend's dad on her fb when she was down...
"Invictus" is a short poem by the English poet William Ernest Henley
(1849–1903). It was written in 1875 and first published in 1888....
At the age of 12, Henley became a victim of tuberculosis of the bone.
When you have dark days, be reminded of this poem by William Henley, whose leg was amputated for tuberculosis at a young age...he composed this from his hospital bed.
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of fate
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years finds
And shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul
1) wedding's coming up (19th Dec) and I am stuck with my plannings;
2) submission for my last paper for my Masters is on the 29th Jan (before the nightmare of the dissertation begins);
3) dress fitting for my wedding is on the 30th Jan;
4) future husband's coming for a visit in Feb (really excited about it but at the same time i need to keep myself in my best look and behavious cos it has been 10 months since he last saw me, and I wouldn't want to scare him with this woman who is turning 30 in 4 yrs time)...
5) money is always an issue isn't it?
6) to slim down is the biggest issue for me as I crave for many kinds of food and I live to eat!
7) tough time at work (u know it's almost there but yet it's not but everyone's treating you like you no longer exist just because you're leaving).
8) Got to be saying Goodbye soon to certain things i love & adore now; and
9) I need to fight the love i've got for 'Facebook'! it's the most evil partner someone can get in their life!
*Hmm it's good that I haven't reach 10 things*
Everything's hitting me at the same time! I feel like breaking down and cry but I need to stay strong and focused! otherwise, I will be failing on all of the above (points 1-4)! Sometimes, I pray, sometimes, I feel like giving up, sometimes I tell myself, life isn't always beautiful... (don't you know even roses have got thorns). God is fair, when you're lucky in a way, you're unlucky in another way. If you're rich, you might be ugly, if you're smart, you might be poor, if you're pretty, you might be short/ fat, etc... get what i mean?
Thus, i found this poem below shared by my friend's dad on her fb when she was down...
"Invictus" is a short poem by the English poet William Ernest Henley
(1849–1903). It was written in 1875 and first published in 1888....
At the age of 12, Henley became a victim of tuberculosis of the bone.
When you have dark days, be reminded of this poem by William Henley, whose leg was amputated for tuberculosis at a young age...he composed this from his hospital bed.
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of fate
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years finds
And shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul
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