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I have a sudden craving for orange juice. I think it's because I just glanced up at the TV in front of me and saw a woman chugging from a giant jug of orange juice. Ironically, the commercial was instructing me not to bother with such antiquated ways of boosting one's immune system.


Instead, I'm supposed to crave Airborne.


A refreshing glass of Airborne....


Nope. It's not working. I still want orange juice.

Magic.

Birds of the same feather...

Yes they flock together. The good and the bad, and it seems there's an invisible hand guiding the division - and apparently, the cheapos.

I just thought I'd let you all know.

33. bloody. days.


I am convinced that this day will be utterly amazing. I think I might pass out.

Reality.

I crossed a thousand miles in a day and yet I can’t seem to cross few meters in a year. The eternal distance between us. Am I dreaming? Or stuck in reality.You burst with joy as people get closer to you.

Some known.

Some unknown.

While I longingly wait for my turn to walk the distance.
I brave the stormy rain, the burning sun, all filthy tests of nature.

But the wait seems endless.

Then someone walks through me and I feel pain. I'm not sure if it is physical but I want to move away. But I can't plead with the passerby to take me along.

No one cares for the fallen soul. Someone walks by. I am shaken to wake up. To reality. 

I would.

I would willingly carve my heart out and see it in the shape of a heart.
I would willingly rip my soul out and see it fade away.
I would stick pins in my flesh and savor the pain.
I would take a stroll in the park and feel the warmth from the sun.
I would hold an umbrella under the storm and feel nature's sorrow.

I will hold your hand and share this world with you.

How can you not love stop animation?

A state of disillusionment.

The world around us is more construct than real. I'm not saying the real world doesn't exist. But what we see is our perception of the real which is a construct. Once the construct is made, we get comfortable in it and let our guards off. We start to trust people, make expectations of them, love things, hate people... all based on the construct.

But the fact is that the construct is different from the reality. The real is far more complicated than our brains could fully comprehend. The problem arises when the real pops up to contradict our construct - we are simply disillusioned. Everything around us seems false and a gloomy period ensues.

Right now, I'm in such a state. People who I thought were great are actually not that great after all. Friends doesn't seem to be friendly. The chain reaction begins and even the mundane things seem to be specially designed to hurt us.

But optimism prevails and we believe that it will get over. We make new constructs to live on.

Prisoner of the moment.

Being a “prisoner of the moment” means that I lead with my wants, and not my rationalities. I go based off instinct, not thinking too far into the future. I dove in completely and tried to suppress all other thought, the scream telling me to protect myself and back out. I was hurt in the end, but life is too short to care. I can only hope I find this passion again, and that it doesn’t burn out quite so quickly.