A Startling Flounce

Two weeks - less or more - of freshman days, and boredom has come gnawing on me. There's nothing to keep me busy in classes, and I feel that I've lost the touch. My mischief hands can't rest, but the serious feel of this serious school resists me.


However, I'm not saying that mysteries have stopped approaching me.
Several days ago, when I was standing in front of the geography class, I found this superbly mysterious purple chair:

Purple. Yes, purple. I have no idea who painted it such or a teacher has awkwardly slobbered a glass of ink all over this pity wooden chair.

Ironically, no one will ever let me sit calm in a class. When it comes around biology - which I don't really hate - somebody mischievously put 2 frog statues on a table in the end of the class. I can't stop freaking out. So be it, I am the calmest guy in biology, as I always sit in front of the teacher.

Yesterday, my brother surprisingly treated me pizza. An exclusively rare happening. I swallowed nearly everything, from pizzas to soup, from soft drinks to ice creams - even salads - except for this one tube:

Despite my lack of knowledge to differ between Tabasco and Tobacco, I will never open this one cap.
And I got 3 results of dad's astounding paper-folding skill. These are his favorite creation.


Mr. Sailboat and Sailboat Jr.s:

From kid to teenager days, I always like paper-folding art, and of course, dad's handmade creations. They are rare. And I learn from those.

Seriously, I can't do paper-fold properly myself.

Baseball Kitchen

Several days ago, I went to a movie. It was Inception, another of Mr. Christopher Nolan's masterpiece. And words did not lie, all the complications and twists mean everything to me. It inspires me a lot. And 'affects' me through dreams. In fact, I always think hard when I dream nowadays.


Still, there's always a way to make everything simple.

Yesterday, I was digging through my book-boards, and found one unique thing covered in bright orange and a striking logo on it. Seeing the logo, you will obviously know that is was a kangaroo's.

Heh heh. 

When I first saw it, I thought it was a baseball glove. But realizing that none of us here plays the game, Mum told me that we use them to hold pans instead of bats. We use them with aprons, not body armors. 

Knowing that, I left it quickly.

Still then, like a curious kid, I put it on. It fits perfectly. Zing. But I used it to pick honeydew melons. Trust me, it does not make anything easier.

In the end, the honeydew melons printed silhouettes of theirselves on my bed.

I Am a Freshman

I'll consider this as a milestone in my life.

I'm a senior senor.. Freshman. Officially.

Now can you believe that, after a nearly two-months happy days, I have to struggle back with all neutrons, metrics, and even worse, algebras? Me not.

By the way, Dad scarcely cannot imagine me a senior student. He always picks me up from the empty lawn in front of the Junior High building. Junior. He hardly remembers that I'm a senior.

And I'm telling you, my school gets us a mini-badge pinned on our collars. After two days, I.. Get it washed. Surely you know that I will hide that from Mum no matter what.

Oh, I got a class of some bullies. Now I'm pretty sure something like this is real:

Yesterday, I ate Calamaris and Salmons. MUCH Salmons. I ate them until I harmed my own lips. 

Then after some walk, I found some things that will make you gape as I did in a store:

Gee. They stay true to the movies. The moviezzzzzzz. Like a fish, I gasped and dumbfounded seeing those. Then I pushed the 'Try Me' nearly a hundred times.

And I still believe that in the night, they will crack out of their packs.

By the way.. Buzz, you have that utility belt. You're that EVIL!

The Green of Mustard

Don't get me wrong, I like vegetables. They were not my best buddy, but I don't hate them.

No but green mustard.

Fairly, Mum cooks Spinach, Broccolis, or even fairer, does not use any vegetables in meals. But talking about unfairness, Mum frequently cooks green mustard, cooked with oil. Then alongside it are scrambled eggs, ergo I end up eating the eggs only.

In a Wimpy Kid style:

By the way, I have returned to school. I'm a freshman again. Not much to say, especially if you get me to a school-talk, I'll be whining too much. And I have to get back to algebras, sinus-thingy and their friends, which in the logical way, too difficult for a silent student.

A good comeback: I reunited with my spectacles, after a long-time hiatus. I nicknamed him Spectie. And once I stick with him, I always feel like a nerd, but I'm proud of it. Nerd.

Then yesterday, I found out that my dog's a top notch thief. I thought it got only one of my tennis ball, but then I discovered it got two tennis elbows in its possession:

Alas, and I made my own reunion with my childhood friend. But rather than able to talk, they prefer to sit still:

(From left to right) Times 1000 Words, Times 1000 Words Dictionary, Minolta and Fujicam granny cameras. Really, I played with them.

P.S: Don't ever eat green mustard. Even a single piece.

Clumsy Field

If you know me well, you should have known my true nature as a clumsy boy.

I can tell you a thousand stories about my clumsiness around. When I first came into class, when I 
met my new friends, when I acquaintance with a new friend because of her similar name 
to 'Vanilla', when I greeted a girl next to me, when I say goodbye to my friend, 
when I was in front of my teacher.. It's a long, long, list.

But yesterday, when I was kicking ball with my brother, two little kids, 
who have just done harassing local kids, approached me to the field, and 
an awkward conversation occurred.

They stood behind my goal. I was focused to the ball kicked, while those 

two kids watched me as I was Mr. David Seaman.

Suddenly, one of them called me.

"Sir!"

I guess I was too old to be called 'Bro' or something like that.

Spontaneously, I turned back, and at that moment my brother shot the 

ball to my goal.

A bit confusion, I thought the boys weren't calling me. But then I 

approached them.

"Yeah?"

"Is playing here.. Free?"

"Um, no. Unless if you're a club memb-ah."

You know the sad story of my tongue.

"What?"

"He said, member." the other kid replied.

Luckily, he's smart enough.

"Oh. So, what is member?"

This question trapped me like Maths.

"Um.. Well, member. You join the club."

"Whatever. So, what about a non-member?"

"You have to pay to play."

"How much?"

"I don't know. But I'm telling you, it's expensive."

No lies.

"Hey, I think Auntie has a member card."

"Really?"

"Cool. Now go, check your Auntie."

I tried to get me out of this trapping conversation.

"K, alright, Si.. Bro."

He read my mind.

But I thought I was too harsh so they went away, so I tried to be a bit nicer.

"Hey, you wanna pay.. To play one-on-one?"

"I guess."

"Why don't you pick another friends to play?"

"We.. Dunno. Maybe Auntie knows."

With that, they fled, and I don't know whether they will ask their 

Auntie to bring them some friends or play with their Auntie.

The last time I saw them is when they were running back

to the field, now with their Mum, Auntie, Sister, or who.

Oh, and I got a part-time job for my last moments in holiday.

A high-octane shoes delivery. In the tight night. So someone suggested me to run fast in the night, maybe for health, picking shoes and packed it to be delivered.. To the field.

I love the field. But please, no people around.

Land of Gum

Hi.

Yesterday was another visit-and-wander-around day. I caught up with a Piano fair, that pulled my old memory block back out:

I really miss my old organ *sigh*. And I guess that every mall has a secret door:

Hey, that path is nice. I'll try walking there one day.

And when I got a chance to climb up the great heights, I doubted my intention to be a superhero:

Usually, superheroes jump from rooftops to rooftops, and they're flat. Look at this country, the roofs are all triangular-and-steep which I'm sure enough will bring a new problem beside supervillains. When I jump on them, I don't know whether I'll slip down or I'll break the roof down.

Dang.

Then I found out that indoor sailing is possible:

Fancy. Real fancy. I want to jump on to it and sleep there for a night. Me likey.

Oh, and I arrived at a land that surely make dentists best-sellers:

It looks like Technodrome, but it is made of gums. Guummzzzzz. Maybe this is some kind like a modern version of Hansel and Gretel's house, but this time it goes public. I'm guessing what's inside. If free gums are inside, I'm bought.

Oops, I got one entrance ticket.

I'll get into it one day.

Now, who wants to spend these burger-gums of mine with me?

Trapping Trampoline

Halloa.

Yesterday, I went to one place, and found out that a Circus was in town. The first thing I saw is a giant net, stretched between the space above the atrium, that looks like a hammock for giants:

It was not really a Circus, it was Trapeze, actually. Let me tell you, the jump-swing-jump-catch-jump show. Looks interesting, and you won't miss it, unless you miss the super-gigantic banner in front of the mall.

After a lenghty wait, the Trapeze athletes finally came, and performed a bit dance:

Which cannot really called 'dance'. They quickly jumped on to some rope stairs, climb them up, and that signed that the show would go. 3 Russians stood on a platform, while another one jumped on to a swinging bar, and made it as easy as a swing in kindergarten:

Then.. It's Trapeze!

And finally, they all free-fell and land on the hammock net:

And they fell with style, still:

It was not over there. One man pulled up by rope, hanging upside-down on the very top of the building, and will free-fall from such great heights:

And surprisingly, he landed safe and sound, making the net like a trampoline.

Now that was trapeze. Like a loner kid, I was stunned and watched without a blink.

Just if I'm not scared of heights, surely I'll be in a Trapeze pack.

Oh, and I caught up with a locomotive:

A Circus. A locomotive. These made me sure enough that they can build an indoor city.

This writings got lenghty. I'd better go now.

Messy Mass

Hi.

Yesterday, finally I'm able to meet my snaps. There's no other thing I missed but my snaps.

No, not this Snap:

It has been a long time I haven't watch him again, but not him. But these are.

When I was wandering around like an overjoyed kid in a toys store, I found this.. Something, maybe a secret door to a treasure vault or maybe a toys storage room; which means free toys if you're able to enter it:

Whatever it is, I won't be able to fit in its space. Then I found, what to be the best and cruelest place for an old-style punishment for naughty kids:

You know, in the past, naughty kids will be punished to sit on an edge or corner of a room, alone, for 30 minutes or more. That fits perfectly.

And the TV is under construction, so please enjoy the Wooden TV Show temporarily:

Oh, and ever wonder to eat a crab, that stares at you, who eat it? Like this:

So chefs nowadays don't care about the feel of life to the animals they cook. Or don't realize that even an animal on a plate can be seen very much alive. Oh, and this is a true mess, that only my pet dog can do:

This cleaning-cotton-out-of-pillow is not the first time.
And I was the one who put the cottons back into where they belong.

Now, ever feel what I've written like Diary of a Wimpy Kid? That's one nice book.

Actually, it's hilarious.