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?