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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.
Viewers discretion is advised.
jacked.


I don't know how it began, but when it did, and when it ends, I was jacked.
I was contradicting myself!
*knocks head*

If only i did remember to save the whole convo, you can see how ridiculous i was. Maybe right to a certain extend. Oh, I didn't say which topic I was referring to? Yeah, topic on whether how sure are we that what we know are actually fact, how do you know that I exist, how do you know that you exist? Is it because you can smell, hear, touch, see me?

That picture was taken during the canon photomarathon challenge,
was watching tv when I suddenly thought of "Flight".
Sometimes, you just which you had wings
so that you can escape reality in the most practical way- to fly.
Maybe wings not necessarily at the back, but at your heels
that makes escaping faster.

The exhilaration that you feel
when your feel leaves the ground
although just momentarily
it still feels good.

Dreams are like figments of imagination
and that life is nothing more than a bubble.
Pessimistic i know,
that's reality check for you.


berlindaang

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