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You're about to view something that maybe terribly opinionated, about 634 cats are killed in the making of this blog, and 356 hours of PI has been done to credit this blog The insanity level and mundane level is never on par, there would be paramedics of course, if you have a housephone/hp/whichever way you feel it's most comfortable to save your own life. So eat your bibimbap while reading this ingenious blog of mine, it probably makes your stay more bearable.
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stressed out.

i'm actually blogging when there's test tomorrow.

After reading di di's blog, and then look at my blog's latest post. Somehow it seems to be of angry and pissed off posts. Then again, we're both targeting at a different subject.

As I board buses back on my home, there's always a sense of .... something very much unclear. In buses, with so many people off from work, school, or any other activities, suddenly I feel so small, so cramp. Mentally I meant. I just had load of stuffs running through my mind, can you feel the feeling described?

Maybe it's because of my low self-esteem. I used to be so proud of myself, in everyway I do or handled projects. It's maybe I am more, more to myself? Perhaps I have shut my door to other people already, just that I don't know?

Sometimes I am really confuse with what I want to do, I have no aim.
I guess the fickle-minded me just can't shake off this bewilderment. Strange isn't it? No idea.


bero~
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*cheers to all the dizzing hallucination