tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201728972011-04-21T22:13:39.223+02:00i ask. because living means asking. and asking means living.living means asking - this is my lifenoreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172897.post-35913670851231728732007-04-19T22:32:00.000+02:002007-04-19T22:35:16.465+02:00Do you smell it?<br />... taste it?<br />... see it?<br />... hear it?<br /><br />or do you just feel it deep inside?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172897-3591367085123172873?l=askingdudinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>living means asking - this is my lifenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172897.post-1151262216766190132006-06-25T21:02:00.000+02:002006-06-25T21:03:49.980+02:00How many kinds of affection are there?<br />How should you show it? <br />And how do you know which one is the one you feel?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172897-115126221676619013?l=askingdudinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>living means asking - this is my lifenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172897.post-1147477268192694222006-05-13T01:40:00.000+02:002006-05-13T01:41:08.200+02:00why are there people who think they're better than the others though they're actually worse?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172897-114747726819269422?l=askingdudinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>living means asking - this is my lifenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172897.post-1140554403013128482006-02-21T21:39:00.000+01:002006-02-21T21:40:23.133+01:00do we all see the sky in the same color?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172897-114055440301312848?l=askingdudinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>living means asking - this is my lifenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172897.post-1139434867693972992006-02-08T22:38:00.000+01:002006-02-08T22:41:07.706+01:00when is the time over to answer? when did u think about your answer too long?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172897-113943486769397299?l=askingdudinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>living means asking - this is my lifenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172897.post-1137708859951562882006-01-20T21:11:00.000+01:002006-01-19T23:14:19.950+01:00why do you always think that you look and are boring?<br />is it because you always see and are with you or because you know how you are at your best?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172897-113770885995156288?l=askingdudinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>living means asking - this is my lifenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172897.post-1137708697380632962006-01-19T23:10:00.000+01:002006-01-19T23:11:37.390+01:00where is the point of too much and too less of it?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172897-113770869738063296?l=askingdudinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>living means asking - this is my lifenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172897.post-1137524752081704302006-01-17T20:04:00.000+01:002007-01-17T19:27:33.566+01:00why do u want to act and look older when you’re young and younger when you’re older?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172897-113752475208170430?l=askingdudinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>living means asking - this is my lifenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172897.post-1137078026765792832006-01-12T14:59:00.000+01:002006-01-12T16:41:12.976+01:00why do you always know what to or do when it’s too late? <br><br />why do you think about that for hours though it just bothers you? <br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172897-113707802676579283?l=askingdudinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>living means asking - this is my lifenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172897.post-1135541432207751142005-12-25T21:01:00.000+01:002005-12-25T21:12:05.350+01:00why doesn't anybody know something 100% sure? <br /><br />why is there always the possibility you're wrong? <br />you dreamt? <br />someone told you something wrong? <br />you just imagined something? <br /><br />or did you ever know something completely sure?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172897-113554143220775114?l=askingdudinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>living means asking - this is my lifenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172897.post-1135518870699701582005-12-25T14:49:00.000+01:002005-12-26T15:37:53.330+01:00this is me. full of questions. asking everything. why. where. who. when. because asking is important. important for living. cause you learn by asking. and without learning, nobody could live.<br /><br />this is the only post without any questions. because this time, I wanna answer a question. the question why i'm blogging.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172897-113551887069970158?l=askingdudinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>living means asking - this is my lifenoreply@blogger.com0