A Knitting With Wheels

Maybe you can call me overly-hyped, but actually I am, as I can once again breathe the fresh morning air and catch the beautifulness of it.


I'm on a short holiday, before a two-days school-camping.


Yay.


Aside from all the hype, several days ago while I was wandering like a lost rover, I've found what to be my future wheels, whatever its name:

OooooOooOoOooo.

The shining silver paints was just some lights effect, but it was simply a true awesomeness. Then I wondered myself, with my uniform on, hidden under a silver-ish black leather jacket, and black shades covering my eyes, riding the wheels. It can be worse if I wear a black headband with a skull drawing on it.

No, I won't ever do that.

And after some short diggings, I found one startling good ol' stuff:

My first and only nicely-done knitting. I don't recall whether it was my Mom who made it or surprisingly me, but it is definitely mine. I'll get it framed.

That signs the end of my knitting career.

Cats and Cakes

The previous day I was walking down the stairs half-awakened, took a bath, and changed clothes, just before Mum gave me a warm hug and greets.

It was my birthday.

And as I sat in the school bus, as I was walking in the school hall, every hand landed on mine with greets and grins. It was a cheerful day, the greets made me blushing glad.

Additionally, my teacher gave me a lecture about birthday, how knowledges were gained for future purpose than present, and et cetera. I guess it was the form of greeting given by teachers - rather than shaking hands, they prefer developing lecture. Hey thanks, Sir, by the way.

It was a bit different without the presence of the usually-bought Black Forest cake in my birthdays. However, we had a little celebration back in this, one crowded restaurant.

Upon entering the entrance, I had a tongue-in-cheek seeing these:

And I had my thought, "No wonder, it's superbly crowded. Look at those luck-calling cats."

I will blow all my laughs even more, if that place have no visitor.

From steam pots to ice creams, I ate like crazy. However, with everyone's amazement, I didn't eat any kinds of meat.

I'm considering to be a vegetarian.

Paper, Lens, and Gravels

I'm here to open my writings with one quote.


"Every life is enough, and worth to be made as a story."


Which is by me. I mean, every moment in our life can be translated into a fiction, fairy tale, thriller, or others, but in fact is a fact. Got what I mean? No? Me too.


Several days prior, I had fun with class. Everything ruined just because the instant stomachache I acquired - I presume I was nervous or cold. But definitely, I've made fun with one lens and its complicated components, property of a friend of mine:

And as usual, as a curious kid, I quickly made bond with it. I've always dreamed to have something like that. One day, Boy.

It is quite hard reckoning I am now a senior high school student. I'm still this curious, mischievous boy deep inside, as I was a primary student. I'm a kid out of my depth.

Talking about primary years, I visited my primary building yesterday. Where it all started. Constructions limited my roam, but then I found this one part of it I really miss:

The little field I miss. We used to play soccer there. Yet it was really hard to keep the ball in the field. And strangely, it feels really small. It was big 4 years ago.

Things really change, eh?