big timeOriginally posted by bratpig:life sux
^5?Originally posted by dragg:big time
Originally posted by a_splash:all the wrong definition given....
according to the dictionary :
State of animals and plants in which the natural functions are performed; vitality; present state of existence; time from birth to death; manner of living; animal being ; spirit; vivacity; the living form; exact resemblance; rank in society; human affairs ; a person; narrative of life; eternal felicity.
there u are
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Originally posted by tlli:that's my definition lor
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the question is, "what is [b]YOUR definition of life?"[/b]
-_-" my definition is having NO regrets in life. fulfil all my dreams and goals before i kick the bucket.Originally posted by a_splash:that's my definition lorthe state of being alife (which is opposite of being dead)
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Originally posted by sohguanh:
[b]-_-" my definition is having NO regrets in life. fulfil all my dreams and goals before i kick the bucket.
Why do ppl say kick the bucket? Cannot say kick the pail? You equate dying to kicking the bucket?[/b]
Correction:Originally posted by DriftingGuy:We will all die eventually.. so life is a state of dying![]()
do wat u want to do, and wat's done cannot be undone, nothing to regret frankly, no one can fufil all dreams and goals unless u r very realistic ppl....Originally posted by tlli:-_-" my definition is having NO regrets in life. fulfil all my dreams and goals before i kick the bucket.
Value this time in your life kids, because this is the time in your life when you still have your choices, and it goes by so quickly. When you're a teenager you think you can do anything, and you do. Your twenties are a blur. Your thirties, you raise your family, you make a little money and you think to yourself, "What happened to my twenties?" Your forties, you grow a little pot belly you grow another chin. The music starts to get too loud and one of your old girlfriends from high school becomes a grandmother. Your fifties you have a minor surgery. You'll call it a procedure, but it's a surgery. Your sixties you have a major surgery, the music is still loud but it doesn't matter because you can't hear it anyway. Seventies, you and the wife retire to Fort Lauderdale, you start eating dinner at two, lunch around ten, breakfast the night before. And you spend most of your time wandering around malls looking for the ultimate in soft yogurt and muttering "how come the kids don't call?" By your eighties, you've had a major stroke, and you end up babbling to some Jamaican nurse who your wife can't stand but who you call mama. Any questions?