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looking at the stuffs that comes out from a blender is part of the daily routine as a cook. while it seems to be a norm for most, i find myself pretty amazed that every time i turn this thingy on, there will be nothing left to hold. not even a single piece of fruit chunks or an intact lumps or whatever shit that you threw in, left you into this sinking feeling that it'll be too late as soon as you hit the button. [not the panic button]

there's something very dismal about how everything just comes out so clean and so smooth and so well put together. in a very odd kind of my own apprehension, i try, to associate it with all things surrounds me. like, people. human's behavior.
i wonder sometimes have i ever met people who are like blenders, especially those that are closed to me.. you know like, ones that ruthlessly chop and cut and dice and slice and whirl and swirl and every shits that goes in comes out into a sorts of unrecognizable puree.
but one big question is, am i one of them? i'm very afraid.
i'm afraid i'll turned out to be among those 'blenders'.