I am wounded, perhaps burnt by embolismic expectations from my family, friends and other relationships. Perhaps I am tired of trying to be the best. But when I come to think that I want to be a DOCTOR... It eliminates my frustrations... ~Arthur C. Guyton M.D.
Friday, January 16, 2004
University Days!!!
Whoa! At last, something to get busy with...para hindi na lang puro school work.
Haha! Star circle kids...not! :) pedia kids sa aming parade...
And, of course, the mommies... :) san ka pa?
Taong ginto!
Tuesday, January 06, 2004
It Is Not The Critic Who Counts
It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out
how the strong man stumbled, nor where the other
doer or deeds could have done better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
Whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood,
Who strikes valiatly; who errs and comes short
Again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms,
The great devotions, and spends himself to a worthy cause,
Who at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
And who at the worst if he fails at least fails while daring greatly;
So that his place shall never with those cold and timid souls be
Who know niether victory
Nor defeat.
It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out
how the strong man stumbled, nor where the other
doer or deeds could have done better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
Whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood,
Who strikes valiatly; who errs and comes short
Again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms,
The great devotions, and spends himself to a worthy cause,
Who at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
And who at the worst if he fails at least fails while daring greatly;
So that his place shall never with those cold and timid souls be
Who know niether victory
Nor defeat.
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