Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Seven simple rules of being adaptive


Seven simple rules of being adaptive
One, being the best doesn’t always make you survive
Two, beware of boredom and of loneliness, it will stay and decay you fast
Three, if you caught in front of many people, doing something stupid, just smile and relax. They’ll soon forget about it
Four, never bring food if you don’t want to share
Five, if ever asked to think about pressure, don’t
Six, listen what people say but never indulge with their sentiments
And finally, never conquer the world, it always unpredictable, it will trick you and exhaust your life

Submitted: Friday, October 02, 2009
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