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Dreamy


Who has an addiction of being so dreamy? 
Well, I describe my self as a dreamy with a hint of seriousness. No, first I describe my self as seriousness with a hint of imagination. But then a friend of mine said that I am more of a  dreamy and imagination rather than being serious. Hahahaha who doesn't wright?

Just look at this photo I took from the plane. Dreamy right? 
Tbh, this post is nonsense. I don't know what to write, I just want to post those dreamy photos! but it would be weird if I only post photos without any story on it tho. There's a voice in my head saying "This is not instagram!" haha


Mirriam Webster Dictionary describe dreamy as; Tending to dream instead of thinking about what is real or practical, having a quality which shows or suggests that you are not noticing or thinking about what is happening around you, pleasant, peaceful, and relaxing.


You know, people need to be a little more dreamy nowadays. A little more okay, not too much.  People need to chill from thinking so serious about their work and tasks. Being dreamy is a need to refresh your brain and sometimes it could bring great new ideas or new attitude of excitement for work too! at least that's what I felt tho hehehe. And sometimes, dreamy people did better and more successful in real life. Yay! Stay dreamy~ 

cheers,
albertatheofila



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