House of Ryanne: Two Sides Of A Coin

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Two Sides Of A Coin

Today, well, technically, yesterday, I am so HAPPY and HYPER the whole day!!

I don't know why and I don't really care to find out why. I think this time is really a time that I am really happy with myself since the past... what... 6 months? Maybe I've come to realise and accept that there are two sides to a coin. I can view life happily and take everything as a happy incidents, instead of focusing on the negative little things and make everyone miserable.

I should have done my cover long long time ago... It is so therapeutic.

Thank you for all your comments about my cover!!
It is really encouraging, though I personally think there are space for improvement.
Well, take note that I am not exactly a trained singer or a skilled guitarist.
But I am glad I did the cover!!

2 comments:

Jean said...: you're glad that you've done the cover so congrats! you've made the right choice! =); August 25, 2009 at 4:57 AM
Ryanne said...: haha...
ya... maybe i'll improve on it more...; August 25, 2009 at 11:15 AM

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Inspiration Within

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!