and here i am,writing new stuff.upon this blank page.this is soon to be full with crap words.do you remember when u are child,how desperate we are to be an adult? own a car,house,partners,lots of money,well i guess most of us know already that it is hard to live as an adult,wish we could own a time machine instead of mountain full of money.
yeah its sound so stupid to regret now.lots of ups and downs i had gone thru yet i regret none of it coz i know every bit of it would be useful,somewhere.
p/s : i hope all of you will have a splendid day to get fun with.
We are what we repeatedly do; excellence, then, is not an act but a habit — Aristotle
