Some say that everything in this so-called reality
is nothing more than a fabrication of my own sub-conscious
mind.. hmm...so does that mean the bed im sitting
on with kilos of books and laptop im typing in to write this
doesn't exist in a plane of reality?
i don't know* but what i do know is that today.. -malam tadi" was one of those time where weirdness plays a role'
everyone in front of me seems to fall.. face-down, sideways, inside-up.. in every way possible they fall' be it young and old......... ('',)? knapa ia??
oh well... so i watched the sky to look for signs and unsurprisingly there is nothing.. so i look to the side i saw my friend enjoying cotton candy'
......this is kindA creepy.....
why am i posting this?? i should be doing my assignments
as my perspective concludes my self awareness and exists with what i have in my mind
telling me that the lecturers that are nothing more than my imaginative creation would send me bollocks as a gift by 7th of December..
