maybe it's because im overseas and all, but oh i really do miss those good old days, the passing notes to decide what to have for recess, the after class bball sessions, the cny deco competitions and what not.
Instead of waiting for the perfect one, work at being the perfect one instead. These words roll off the tongue with ease like a familiar jingle. Yet the former holds an appeal tt the latter can never achieve.could it be, that at the end of the day, we are, in fact, more aware of reality than we realise? The former, perhaps, more achievable than the latter?
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