tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386381552024-03-13T01:29:47.995-07:00"My World Vs. Real World"As long as I keep my dream alive, I will never ever be a loser and the real scary world cannot scare me!blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.comBlogger802125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-47522817669951968572023-09-26T06:16:00.002-07:002023-09-26T06:16:26.375-07:00Mr. A<p> <span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Back then, I have way too many crushes you could ever imagine. I am not like I am now š¬</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">The first boy I ever talked to (he is not one of those of my imaginary crushes who only happened in my head) way back when I was in year 1 or 2 in university. Letās call him Mr. A.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">Mr. A studied IT (if my memory doesnāt betray me) on government scholarship abroad with a bunch of handsome other dudes there; but, he was cute at least in my eyes. āIā no no no āweā talked a lot like A LOT, and shared photos here and there. I was so unexperienced and naĆÆve, I even printed his photos in one whole album so that I could stare at his picture in silent. I only met him one time with other friends so we didnāt have any meaningful conversion or holding hands under the moonlight. But after a while, he had a gf whom he married with a kid until now. He met her during his study abroad and thatās all. But it didnāt end there or at least for me. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">So?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">I was upset because of my one-sided crush. I promised myself to study hard so I could study abroad too. And, I guess I did it but I wasnāt feeling special about it either, and I got over Mr. A eventually without realizing it. <o:p></o:p></span></p>blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-81827158579529098412023-09-23T08:18:00.002-07:002023-09-23T08:18:57.467-07:00IT? <p> <span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">So?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">I have spent way too much time watching 100 Chinese series ā I should be banned using all these social media platforms. And, I have become an anti-social which I have never thought of before.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">The latest series I am watching is called, Lighter and Princess. It is about the puppy love between a cold hearted and genius guy and an innocent and hart-working girl. They both study IT, programingā¦ it reminds me of my childhood dream of becoming a hacker haha! I know, I know!!! <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">What if I start learning it now by myself? Would it be possible? Only time could tellā¦ <o:p></o:p></span></p>blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-66061174941904251042023-08-01T08:16:00.001-07:002023-08-01T08:16:45.817-07:00Love and lust<p>It would be nice to have someone to talk about universe, alien, hiking, adventure to the unknown places or saving the world without laughing or judging each other. </p><p>Do people value the deep talk with a person over their appearance, wealth, status in society and so on? I am genuinely curious š¬</p>blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-73957389179145605052023-07-24T04:33:00.004-07:002023-08-01T07:57:21.974-07:00a little update - long time no see!<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">What has happened in the last 7 months?</span><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p>I have claimed a bit of the corporate ladder after working hard enough -but at the same time, I feel like I have sold a part of me and my soul to the corporate world. I have tried to choose the projects that I feel fulfillment. I have assisted ministries in drafting some regulations. I know I am not old enough to draft laws but I am kinda cool haha!</p><p>I am thankful that my bosses and colleagues let me attend the annual ADB meeting in Incheon, Korea - I am a bit proud of myself since I am the only individual to attend this alone. Before that, I went to Kyoto (10 days) and Osaka (5 days) for almost three weeks while I was working remotely. So I kinda worked a bit and saw the charm of the city in the slow phase. I always love Japan!</p><p>When I arrived on the first day in Osaka, I did a bit of googling to see if I could join any hiking. I ended up messaging a few groups. I decided to join a friendly hiking group at 10am on that same morning - the only problem is that i showed on the day date and the wrong group :D haha, so the group of that amazing people were nice enough to let me join them and another problem is that the hiking is not that friendly because it is going to be 20km uphill. I was not prepared mentally, physically and my outfit hahaha ( you can see my photos). Guess what, not only I survived that hiking, but I also met amazing friends. </p><p>That's the highlight of my 7 months being away. </p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijg9wYkeL7hBmJIIs60GYnxTvy4AcI1T0xGdbsVDto60BenP5SCFV_aEsTjfL0_vJAEZ2c_XhAfFsp8tLMpkefyJ6-rFiuVFRBuolP_lbcpvg6KZjcdkEEc3wxq8-Ne5zfW3I0n472PpI7Lwj2d6BV4ct7_aZ91kZ7AKqd9bXn877robFd7eqFhQ/s4032/IMG_1398.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijg9wYkeL7hBmJIIs60GYnxTvy4AcI1T0xGdbsVDto60BenP5SCFV_aEsTjfL0_vJAEZ2c_XhAfFsp8tLMpkefyJ6-rFiuVFRBuolP_lbcpvg6KZjcdkEEc3wxq8-Ne5zfW3I0n472PpI7Lwj2d6BV4ct7_aZ91kZ7AKqd9bXn877robFd7eqFhQ/s320/IMG_1398.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi6UeIIArhMNdfP9yrQ9PW8UnqsFxKeMPnfShmklc1YEiJp4KuM_HRs4pSUUkBZdNRfYLdri1jTPt7gw8SNM4bERcnvFi1nW0_bsETmnjQi20yNeqX3rb1f_seKZPR7CGPGMNcuE6P7Sk9FwFxDzdAMjCDcqqNDtoVet-1AebAAAe_u3e9diAB5g/s4032/IMG_1525.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I have used electronic device and internet way too much. </p><p>My curiousity has leaded me into Kpop, boyband called BTOB. They are hilarious and funny as well. They got me through the 2 years without traveling and working hard. Since then I have always wanted to visit Korea and to attend their concert. </p><p>Here I am in Seoul for almost two weeks for holiday and work. I was told Seoul is nothing comparing to Japan so I didn't expect so much. But, man!!! I fell in love with the city and cold breeze of Autumn here. </p><p>I am very thankful to my job, my colleagues and my boss for giving me all the opportunities to work on cool projects and make some money for future and traveling. </p><p>I am very grateful for all of the things I have in this life :)</p>blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-37654668174597815472022-10-23T06:20:00.002-07:002022-10-23T06:20:28.715-07:00Living abroad costs a lot of money<p>I always want to experience working/living abroad but money has been one of the biggest issues for me. Having said that, I have tried so hard to earn, invest and spend carefully. I live below my mean, I don't drive fancy car, living in a tiny apartment that I own so I do not pay any rent except for the electricity and water bill. </p><p>Yet, I still have not able to saved enough to study and live abroad yet. I will try to target in two years time from now, I hope I will be able to do it. </p><p>Meanwhile, I am trying to live at the moment. So I enjoy working and with the new challenging is very exciting for me. while I am working hard, I am playing hard too. </p><p>I am going to Seoul for the first time in two weeks and I am very excited about it. I did not stay at the hotel/airbnb I wanted to stay because I do not want to waste money on that. I will save it and donate to a hospital (Kunthankbotha Hospital). </p>blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-73264081606491677032022-08-14T08:14:00.002-07:002022-08-14T08:20:56.007-07:00The Grass Is Greener on the Other Side<p><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 36); color: #202124; font-size: 16px;">"we are always tempted by and envious of what other people have. Sometimes, the old saying refers to certain situations."</span></p><p>I often forget to enjoy the process of whatever I am trying to achieve which is very very bad! It means that I always try to predict and live in the future. But again, I am just a human and I have a lot to learn. </p><p>Let's look at the bright side that I have so many adventures to do and so many things to achieve, I will try to enjoy both joy and tearful process :) </p>blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-54677456911501790922022-07-13T09:37:00.000-07:002022-07-13T09:37:03.642-07:00Death Bed<p>I got a cold and my weak immune system barely fights against a simple cold. I either sleep with my pain or I took medicine before bed time. I would think what if this is my last night and I will not wake up the next morning. </p><p>Eventually, I woke up this morning and I am glad I am alive!</p><p>I am simply happy because I still breathe!</p>blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-67832793631739187942022-02-27T08:05:00.005-08:002022-02-27T08:05:59.665-08:00Dear Diary 2 - I Got Covid <p> On 18 February 2022, my sore throat woke me up in the middle of the night. That was the first symptom I had and following by fever and headache. </p><p>I took the rapid test next day in the morning, it was negative but later in that evening it was positive. On the same day, while I was waiting for my food delivery downstair at my condo, one of the three German shaper dogs (my dogs' neighor) approached me. For the last three years, they never approached me this close up. Later, I pet him and the other two joined us. I noticed that the first dog tried to lick me a lot and he looked very concern. </p><p>Later after I found out I am positive Covid, I realized he might have known that I got the virus and I am not feeling well. Maybe dogs can sense it. </p><p>My immune system is sadly f*up so today is my 8th day and the rapid test results still positive. It worries me a bit but I am doing my best to fight it. </p>blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-71989323635441197862022-02-21T08:02:00.001-08:002022-02-21T08:02:04.120-08:0017-Feb-22 10:33 PM<p>Dear Diary, </p><p>You know, I am happy in my own safe space although itās considered a very tiny studio. However, thank to the thin wall I could hear almost everything my neighbor is doing. Right, almost whatever he is doing. </p><p>He used to be an old grumpy guy who would watch games at midnight and laughed super loud until I woke up. Thank god he left for some time. A new tenant is a young and tall guy. I happened to move my table out to my parentsā house and saw him when he left his place as well. </p><p>The new he is another type of neighbor, he partied with his GF and played games super loud. Until I had to move to sleep next to the kitchen (toilet cuz itās next to the kitchen). One day I was pissed so I put my loudspeaker next to the common wall to let him know how thin the wall is. And, guess what? My method is working. </p><p>Itās funny that now I find it very interesting that I know when he cooks or does workoutā¦ in a sense, I am not alone or in a sense, Iām an invisible third wheel š</p>blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-13664503108975403192022-02-15T08:16:00.001-08:002022-02-15T08:16:12.565-08:00<p> saving the world is hard and such a lonely fight!</p>blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-17378660965451112462021-08-29T09:46:00.003-07:002021-08-29T09:46:46.529-07:00<p style="text-align: center;"> DREAM - ADVENTURE - UNKNOWN - PRESENT - HOPE - DISCOVER</p><p style="text-align: center;">AUGUST 2021</p>blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-90223127640504136932020-12-14T07:27:00.009-08:002021-10-28T04:18:39.226-07:00Short Story 1<p> While I was driving along the way to treat myself a nice dinner at my favorite restaurant near Russian Market after I finished self-quarantine for 2 weeks (<i>sorry for such a long introduction)</i>, I was a guy in his 50s volunteering to help with the traffic was asking a carrot from a passenger in a bike with a cart full of carrots. Kindly enough the passenger gave him more than 2 and even-handed the middle age guy a plastic bag to take more carrots. </p><p>I was so moved and realized that sometimes the kindest people are the poor. It not how much you can give, it is your willingness to share.</p><p>Be kind :)</p>blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-40102087572653658812020-12-07T06:19:00.005-08:002020-12-07T06:23:18.223-08:00Lara Mikheyenko<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmycuk5rQc2Bi8-Kd-1T9qsMqhEW9Y-3Uj75rRSwRvTvUAdMNPfr2RnVVOYNfKIuQBZscJV-kc4aftyvFjUyOdpd-oNFIq7gfLsASLjLLoBaLWbz1QrpxnvO3xJ0j0-g8uqdfm6g/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="312" data-original-width="208" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmycuk5rQc2Bi8-Kd-1T9qsMqhEW9Y-3Uj75rRSwRvTvUAdMNPfr2RnVVOYNfKIuQBZscJV-kc4aftyvFjUyOdpd-oNFIq7gfLsASLjLLoBaLWbz1QrpxnvO3xJ0j0-g8uqdfm6g/" width="160" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Wremena Bold", "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;"><b>Exchanging the gifts of childhood for the ultimate sacrifice</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Wremena Bold", "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Wremena Bold, Times New Roman, serif;">When I was about her age, 14-year-old I read a book about her and her childhood friends' sacrifice during the Nazis war. Her story has played a huge role in my life and dream. The feeling and nostalgia do </span><span style="font-family: Wremena Bold, Times New Roman, serif;">not change. But, after so many attempts of getting a job at international organizations, I have been working for corporates ever since. T</span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Wremena Bold, Times New Roman, serif;">he worst thing I got caught up with modernization and materialism and I almost forget about my dream to make the world a better place for other children and people. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Wremena Regular", "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Wremena Regular", "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: left;"><b><u>T</u></b>he following is her story:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Wremena Regular", "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: left;">"In the early summer of 1941, during her summer vacation, this Leningrad schoolgirl went to visit her grandmother in a village. After the war started, she found that she was unable to return home as the village she was living in had been captured by the Germans. </span></div><p></p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: "Wremena Regular", "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 20px 0px 0px; padding: 0px;">In the summer of 1943, Lara and a friend ran away to join a partisan unit, where she became a scout. She collected information about the number of German soldiers, locations of gun emplacements, and participated in the ārailway lineā war, derailing enemy trains.</p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: "Wremena Regular", "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 20px 0px 0px; padding: 0px;">In the fall of 1943, the 14-year-old girl was seized by the Nazis during a scouting expedition. During the interrogation, she tried to blow herself up with a grenade, which for some reason did not explode. After being severely tortured, she was shot by the Nazis"</p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: "Wremena Regular", "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 20px 0px 0px; padding: 0px;">from <a href="https://www.rbth.com/defence/2014/05/09/exchanging_the_gifts_of_childhood_for_the_ultimate_sacrifice_36523.html">https://www.rbth.com/defence/2014/05/09/exchanging_the_gifts_of_childhood_for_the_ultimate_sacrifice_36523.html</a></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-6628696142427778342020-08-23T02:49:00.001-07:002020-08-23T02:49:18.846-07:000.2 Second<p style="text-align: center;">Just 0.2 Second missed, there would not have been the road accident on 10 August 2020 at 13:15. </p><p style="text-align: left;">The car driver missed calculating the timing when there is a motorbike took turned in front of him that he would not hit the bike. The <span style="text-align: left;">enormous consequences is the car actually</span> hit the bike and the girl on the bike. </p><p style="text-align: center;">I was in the car with my colleague, her husband and the driver and rushed back to the office to the usual busy day. At the time of the accident, I was looking at the side car window without my glasses on so I did not witness the actual accident myself. But, I vividly remember the scream from my colleague very loud saying that "please help the girl, please help the girl", I turned around and saw the victim. </p><p style="text-align: center;">My brain went to freeze mood and did not know how to handle the situation. There were the victim, my crying friend who was too shock and the standbys who all tried to help the victim. As such, I tried to protect my friend who stood in the middle of the road and there might be a thief taking her purse or jewelry and I observed the situation on how to help. So I came to my sense and I told the standby and help the victim that. "please take her phone from her back and try to call her family members or friends" but as foreseeable the phone was lock and the victim was awake but was still in shock to do anything. So my friend called the ambulance and things got better so we left. </p><p style="text-align: center;">It took me daysss to get my emotional right and moving on from what happened on that day. </p><p style="text-align: center;">Why did he rush for that 0.2 second? </p><p style="text-align: center;">What can you do with that 0.2 second?</p><p style="text-align: center;">What I should have I done to be more helpful?</p><p style="text-align: center;">What if I knew first aid?</p><p style="text-align: center;">What should I learn to handle better next time?</p><p style="text-align: center;">these probably are things that I need to figure out and I will take my time.</p>blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-89185909548806189632020-04-19T04:24:00.001-07:002020-04-19T04:28:32.331-07:00Number 23.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 17px;">I woke up with a heavy headache. I took only 20mn to get ready and my tuk tuk just drove away when I got down, what a life! </span></div>
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<span class="s2">I had lunch with my 12-year-friend and I bumped into this cute guy!! Such a wrong timing cuz he probably thought my friend were my bf... (stupid enough this happening my head only. Ironically, he was actually with his gf whom I thought just a colleague. He was a good bf cuz he tried to show other people that he is her bf by holding her hand). Then, surely I got a bit upset cuz of a stranger! Weird, right? </span></div>
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blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-62775152130214885972020-01-19T04:28:00.000-08:002020-01-19T04:28:23.942-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It has been awhile since I last posted on this diary.<br />
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Maybe I should write a little update about myself for the last several months.<br />
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I have lived a good life although I complain about small inconvenience things that didn't go my way. I have the last two amazing jobs and amazing colleagues. I have traveled a few new countries including Japan, and Europe (Vienna, Halzburge and ... cannot remember the small town in Germany).<br />
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blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-6809558528847247832018-01-22T08:58:00.000-08:002018-01-22T08:58:53.215-08:00Magician <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I would rather just stay in my cage, lock the door and throw the key into the ocean š</div>
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i'm just saying! at least i enjoy eating my food in my cage :) </div>
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blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-20812084678496373862018-01-03T07:56:00.000-08:002018-01-03T07:56:17.657-08:00Truth - Yoga <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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this year is all about self-love! </div>
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i know that a lot people are being hard on themselves and self-love is worthless! they should wait till they got nobody but themselves only! then, they will learn to love and gentle with themselves. </div>
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Day 2 - Yoga :)</div>
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blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-3619100716933353762018-01-01T07:55:00.001-08:002018-01-01T07:55:03.183-08:002018 here you are!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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i have done the most scariest things in my life! and I am happy to have said it :) hello 2o18@#@$#$#</div>
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It is just me, a small girl, against the big world :)</div>
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blackandwhiterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407999109139548535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38638155.post-25872528518844405532017-06-29T19:04:00.000-07:002017-06-29T19:04:26.362-07:00Life is a journey and it is not about destination!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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