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.