hahaha... sometimes , I admire yr implusive ... sometimes, it is scary...Originally posted by soleachip:Heh, my own invention:
Do first regret later.
Scary? In what ways?Originally posted by ispyyy:hahaha... sometimes , I admire yr implusive ... sometimes, it is scary...
But true enough, wisdom is created thru experience...
One more thing hor... we should try to create phrases tat is not out of topic mah... hahahaa.... mah chiam like hijack thread like tat...
u say leh...Originally posted by soleachip:Scary? In what ways?
K.Originally posted by ispyyy:u say leh...
Imagine at work, while working with yr friends, suddenly, one of yr friend shoot an arrow at some1 due to some circumstances..
U noe wat will happen...
u noe wat complication it will have...
Yr eyes can see the flying arrow flew past but yr hand is just unable to reach it...
All u can do is just to hope tat the arrow doesnt hit...
u say leh...
scary or not ???
tat is the difference between being alone and being with many people....
Wow.Originally posted by Nata|ie:But the struggles make you stronger, and the changes make you wise, and happiness has its own way of taking its own sweet time.
Originally posted by soleachip:Wow.
Pulling a paragraph from a good book (easily the best ever written)Originally posted by Nata|ie:There are no regrets in life. Just lessons.
Omg. Made me self reflected a bit...Originally posted by soleachip:Pulling a paragraph from a good book (easily the best ever written)
“Yeamon was familiar too…He was probably twenty-four or five and he reminded me of myself at that age - not exactly the way I was, but the way I might have seen myself if I had stooed to think about it. Listening to him I realized how long it had been since I’d felt like I had the world by the balls, how many quick birthdays had gone by since that first year in Europe when I was so ignorant and so confident that every splinter of luck made me feel like a roaring champion.
I hadn’t felt that way in a long time. Perhaps in the ambush of those years, the idea that I was a champion had been shot out from under me. But I remembered it now and it made me feel old and slightly nervous that I had done so little in so long a time.”
- hunter s thompson (the rum diary)
Yeah, the novel is sort of a biography of his thoughts during the younger years spent drifting around San Juan. Passionate personality but a lot of sadness.Originally posted by Nata|ie:Omg. Made me self reflected a bit...
Originally posted by soleachip:
Yeah, the novel is sort of a biography of his thoughts during the younger years spent drifting around San Juan. Passionate personality but a lot of sadness.
Voices rose and fell in the house next door and the raucous sound of a jukebox came from a bar down the street Sounds of a San Juan night, drifting across the city through layers of humid air; sounds of life and movement, people getting ready and people giving up, the sound of hope and the sound of hanging on, and behind them all, [b]the quiet, deadly ticking down of a thousand hungry clocks, the lonely sound of time passing in the long Caribbean night. "[/b]