吵了。输了。老了。

最终是哑口无言地走了。究竟谁才是赢家? 人老了，自己所拥有的也变得寥寥无几；在那霎那间，对于自尊心更是耿耿于怀，难以放下--而‘对不起’这三个字就只能挂在心上，闷。

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Mr perfect/miss imperfect

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?

pro-cras-in-a-tion.

one of those moments when i get distracted from the task at hand, oh the joys of the internet. i dont know what catches my eye more, the light, the subtle suggestions of melting shadows, or an unadulterated expression of love, that comfortable lingering silence in company?

the ego of man

so this caught my eye from the red center during studios today. The question of religion and God certainly never fails to draw the crowds: from a question of God's existence, one is defined.yet through it, I'm amazed yet again of how self absorbed humans can be. In our pursuit to find out who we are, theists, atheists, or nihilists, we got the order so wrong. For is the conclusion to this question even one tt is up to our disgression, or should it be that whoever we claim to be is inconsequential, for the question is really an answer that has to be accepted nonetheless..?

life's mean reds.

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