This LIFE is semi-retired.

Hi! I'm updating this space to tell you guys that this second, seemingly, kinda, sort of unsuccessful attempt at deeply documenting my thoughts I call a blog will now be semi-retired. Facebook status updates and tweeting are a lot easier these days to blab about things like my views on life, society, and current events. Blogging, however, takes a little bit of thought. Heck, even THIS pinned post takes a while to be typed too.

The NARNIA division, however, I shall try and actively live it up; where I'll say good or crappy things about films, TV series, music, video games, events, or literature I have read... if this lazy-leech thing ever comes off of my brain, that is. 'Till then.


Reality telivision.

Best believe what I'm about to say. We're already reality TV's participants, and the world is our stage.

From the very beginning of our existence, we were thousands of hopefuls getting in line in the soul gate a.k.a. our 'waiting room', getting ready for our audition. Once we're evaluated, we know that we're moving on to the next stage when the crews responsible for transportation lodge us into our 'hotel rooms', a.k.a. the womb of a loving mother, for a long while in confinement.

When that time comes, the first show's already started; which equals to us finally gets to see the world and everyone around us for the first time, but it was excruciating; as the doctors are working their sweats off trying to detach us out of our mother's belly. Once that's done, we'll get a good round of applause by the fans you never knew you had; a.k.a. our family. Little did they know that judges are deliberating while they are cheering on how awesome we are. We begged the juries to let us stay until the next stage comes by crying our guts out and totally grab on to those promises so tightly in our hands.

Since then, times have passed. We are now going to keep on performing a good show until everyone around us and ourselves are truly satisfied. But that's not what really happen. Now that we're at the top of our game, all we do is just chill and let nature takes it course. We'll have fun like there's no tomorrow. In reality TVs, everyone loves us for what we are, despite our devil-like behaviours. Once the 'elimination round' is around the corner, a.k.a. death, we'll cry our hearts out begging for the judges for another chance. Thing is, the time's up for us. We're gonna have to let bygones be bygones, and just let ourselves deported at a special place where we'll wait till another big time judgement day comes. Y'all know what that is, right?

In a nutshell, reality TV is not reality. We're in one, and we better get ready just in case the elimination round is going to be our last stay here in this world. 

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