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Tick tock tick tock

o_o

"Bubble Rooms – ideas, used by two hotels in France. Small bubbles are designed by designer Pierre-Stephane Dumas, they allow you to stay in the room, but at the same time as though and in the open air."


Looks like a live-sized snow globe.... WHAT IF EARTH WAS SOMEBODY'S SNOW GLOBE AND WE JUST DIDN'T KNOW IT

It actually makes sense... like every time it rains or snows it's just the owner of the snow globe shaking us, but we don't get tossed around because of gravity (just like how figurines are glued to the floor of our globes).

WHAT IF ALL THE PLANETS IN THE UNIVERSE WERE SNOW GLOBES AND IT'S JUST A TOY BOX FOR SOME SUPER GIANT RACE

Do you think I can get published in an academic journal some day lol

Fish with legs

What are you doing with legs you don't need them

My mind goes a bit boggly just by looking at them -_-

Went to the adventure water park thing at Sentosa the other day. The most adventurous thing Amanda saw was some dude's pi sai, who had the audacity to venture out of his nose in public. The cheek!

Amanda you never say cannot post on blog HEE HEE

Yea do you think my boob size and my school grades could swap places

"Schoep, a 19 year old dog, is taken into the lake every night by his owner, John, to help soothe his arthritis and help him fall asleep."

Wait what why is my keyboard wet

Existentialist crisis

"At any given moment, you do not exist. Your body exists, temporary though it may be. Still, you are not your body. You are merely an electrochemical process of your body. The continuity of your separate self is manufactured every few milliseconds by a hunk of warm grey meat between your ears. In the time it takes you to read this sentence, your brain has created you a thousand times, and it has left behind a thousand ghosts of you."

- Somewhere from the infinitely indie bowels of tumblr


... And the thousands of ghosts coalesce to create the supposed essence of you, an impalpable existence that is ever-changing as ghosts are forgotten at the same time more are being created. Therefore there is no real you; the self so defined by memories cannot remain the same as every moment imprints itself -

HAHAHA CAN'T DO THIS SHIT ANYMORE

The Amazing Spiderman

Found this gif on tumblr and NO MATTER WHAT SONG IT IS SPIDERMAN DANCES TO THE BEAT:

CLASSIC ROCK, HEAVY METAL, INDIE, MANDOPOP, BAROQUE, SLOW SONGS, FAST SONGS, SONGS WHICH ARE NEITHER FAST OR SLOW ETC ETC

These 3 songs are particularly entertaining:

Last one omg

♩♬ ♬♩♬

And here I am playing the same song everyday. Just the other day I got so ashamed I closed my windows before playing so I would spare my neighbors (and my ego of their imagined bashings).

Slaughterhouse-Five

"Welcome aboard, Mr Pilgrim," said the loudspeaker. "Any questions?"

Billy licked his lips, thought for a while, inquired at last: "Why me?"

"That is a very Earthling question to ask, Mr Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you even seen bugs trapped in amber?"

"Yes." Billy, in fact, had a paperweight in his office which was a blob of polished amber with three ladybugs embedded in it.

"Well, here we are, Mr Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why."

- Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut


Oh. There is no why. 

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I believe Mr Pike has competition, time to re-read The Starlight Crystal.

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