跑吧，孩子！

吓，学生生涯的尽头竟藏着让人怯步的未知数。

没有酒肉的日子

没有酒肉的日子，就像戒了烟瘾，少了惯常性的坏习惯。所谓的坏习惯，亦指的是旁观者冷眼指责当事人不被认同的病态行为。摆脱以往沉迷一时的玩意，心情犹如吉隆坡某一天走出烟霾的阴影一样。持着一颗平常心，我已不再执着，也许是潜意识下重复地提醒自己不可执着，让脑袋惯性地跳过那不堪回首的一格。缅怀过去的只有无奈，因为我，还是我。再次让我记下心情日记的却是让我在这夜找回遗失了的感动。偶尔我会呆呆地想啊：这真是属于我的，还是瞬间的美好？珍惜当下，也许只有秉持着的信念才能安抚扰人的疑问句。

Sheesh, I don't know.

A motorcycle passed on my left when I was driving home that day. And I caught a glimpse of a middle-aged man riding the motorcycle with his child sitting behind him. Apparently, the father was sending his son to the kindergarten. What kept me absent-minded (after that) was that there was only one helmet, which is worn by the father. His son was only looping his arms loosely around his father's waist. Though it is not difficult to spot motorcyclists/ pillion passengers on two wheels without their helmets but...

Let me put it this way: If you were the man, would you have you or your child to put on the helmet?

Ouch.

It was just another fine (and boring) day...

Until she pointed out how serious my dark circles are.