it suddenly struck me last night.

"have i play enough? or rather, have i even started playing?"

in e sense..just have fun and really experience different and unforgettable things. then when you grow old, u think back..that was what u did, u can tell your children or grandchildren about it. blahblah..is like no regrets in your life as you grow up. is like u played enough already, as we grow up, we have to be more responsible and more problems to come, just MORE complicated. Sometimes when i'm alone outside, on e way to meet friends or smth, as i see people ard me, i start to think what is their life like? are they happy or sad? are they lonely? is their life exciting? some pple i noe, maybe they are/were ah bengs, the period of time they spent with their brothers, the fun they had, the things they did are considered "the fun period". some pple, their hobbies is to club. as in really in love with it. and they go clubbing every week! be it once or twice a wk. but as they grow older, maybe they dun do it so often but at least they've done it b4 and tasted e fun of it cos they love it.

fun in e sense..doing something u really like and i mean reallie LOVE. eg. diving?

but when i think about myself..i really dont know.

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[BENNY]
[BENSON]
[CHAD]
[CHERYL]
[DENISE]
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