today i realised that even health surveys that bring the doomsday message that im fat cant stop me from enjoying my meals. says a girl who had breakfast at simply bread, dim sum lunch at taka and velvet cake at food for thought for tea and macs for dinner all in a day.
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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