The Found and Sugar Heaven

Maybe a boy found his love when he is strolling through bookshelves, searching for his favorite cheap sci-fi books. As he opened some books, he noticed a girl across himself, reading entirely different type of books. From the corner of his eyes he caught slight sweetness, but was too shy to raise his head up. Time went by awkwardly when suddenly a little girl ran across them and cried indefinitely, attracting both's attention. The girl ran away, leaving both staring coyly one to another, and eventually shared their sweetest smiles and found their own way.

Maybe a girl found her love when she is gracefully swimming through the clear blue sea, when she noticed a boy helplessly drowning down. She chuckled happily and gloriously dived down and pulled the boy out of the water. Dragging him to the shore, she spent her time there waiting for the boy to regain his consciousness and when he did, he smiled a thanks and the girl sweetly replies, and they eventually found their own way.

Maybe a boy and a girl found one another in one lame party, when they were dully waiting in a queue to get themselves bowls of soup. She caught his eyes with her cuteness, and he caught her eyes with his mild manner. Trapped in the tedium, they would rather spend their time getting to know one another and threw aside their bad-tasted soups, and they found their own way.

Those were all fate's game, unpredictable and always come without any initial warning or signs. People may find what or who is destined to be with them in any time, any where. They will never know when it will happen. Suddenly, they will find the way and go along with it. And it is actually a beautiful fact, thing, or rule that exists in this world.

On a side note, I have also found my own way.

This is my source of life. Sprinkles and Cookies equal life, world and heaven to me. Or sugar heaven. Or diabetes.

Hatched

It's Easter. I had a holiday.

It is quite apparent that the holiday has planted deep in me my insomnia nature to be a part of my habit. I barely slept during the one-week holiday. As usually I yawn when it's close to midnight, I didn't at all. My eyes were completely wide-opened. I didn't feel growing languid; instead I felt like I was still on my peak. Even the darkness didn't make me feel sleepy. In the end, I went to bed not because I wanted to, but because I had to. Probably I would be kicked out of the house if I kept on making the noises while everyone's asleep.

While I did not sleep, I tried to list down what or not to do if you can't sleep. Thus follows:

01. Try to sleep.

02. At least close your eyes for a while. You may or may not end up sleeping.

03. Do not keep the lamps on. May bother the others.

04. Delve the darkness and the shadows. Hallucinations of terrifying stuffs are inevitable however.

05. Listen to some music. Calming, tranquil, soft and slow songs suggested. Heavy rock songs not suggested. And never forget to USE your earphones.

06. Study. I guarantee you will fall asleep no later than five minutes.

But it's Easter. It is not your time to complain over things. It's time to be grateful.

I came across my playlist. Reciting some words from the song 'Galaxies' by Owl City. A perfect example to be grateful over Easter.

Dear God, I was terribly lost / When the galaxies cross and the sun went dark /

Dear God you're the only North Star / I would follow this far

Oh Telescope, keep your eye on my only Hope / Lest I blink and be swept off the narrow road /

Hercules, you got nothing to save me / 'Cause you're not the blinding light that I need /

For He is the saving grace of the Galaxies

Well, it is what Easter means. The Savior has risen, so we shall be thankful for Him and be grateful since we have been saved. Even the eggs for me have some sort of meaning.

The eggs are shells. Shells of sin, death. For He has risen, the egg of death has been hatched. For He sacrificed Himself to save us from our sins, the shell of sins has been broken. We, the dust He formed, are all saved, and shall we thank Him for that. We may not be able to get rid of sins for the whole of our life, but since we have been given a chance of renewal, should we keep it low down. That is Easter to me. And I am trying to do so.

Test week ahead. Must study.

The Sole Noel

It's hard to deny that it's close to Christmas. And it also means that the end of the year has come. To me, it's quite hard to steep the feels of Christmas since the atmosphere around me is extremely unsuitable for that. 

There's no snow, the sun shines so bright instead. No Santa. No cookies (That's the worst part). There's no beloved one to spend Christmas with. And this year, the Christmas tree stays in the attic, since everyone is too lazy to take it out.

I didn't say I don't know what's the true meaning of Christmas. But with those feelings and celebrations, it should be far better. Then, I tried to make fun by myself, as hey, it's the holy holiday already. I'll still spend it here, but holiday can be anywhere.

EPIC:

They who are in vacation in the Attic:

Ebenezer Scrooge, humbug:

The bookworm's holiday stack of stock:

That's how I'll spend holidays, fooling around and becoming a true bookworm. But Christmas is not just about celebrations and fun. It has a deep meaning.

I believe, that Jesus is truly the only way. I celebrate Christmas because it's His birthday.

And in the end, I can only say:

Cheers and have a happy holiday,

Bobby

Toys

Good Rainy Mornin'.

Have I told you how much I love rainy mornings?

The mornings get mourning,
This holiday gets boring,
Everything gets appalling,
..This poem doesn't rhyme.


And yesterday, I revisited one decent oldies game, that you surely knows:

Toy Story 2 for the late PlayStation One system. We get to be the 'ol Space Ranger, in the rescue of his Howdy buddy. Now, what's more fun than playing around the city, and we're smaller than anything? Second to none.

We get to meet other toys, one of them whose task is to take the tokens we laboriously collect, for a token. Taken for a token.

Or even take us to a fight against a bunch of SLIME that magically manages to stretch out of a garbage can with the lid on the top of its head WITHOUT the possibility of the lid fell down to close the slime inside the can.

Sometimes fantasy is out of logic. Or what. But they had a bunch of fun, that ironically needs no logic to be understood.

To summarize:

THE TEN COOL THINGS OF PLAYING THIS GAME

01. We are smaller than anything, which means we jump on cars, slide on the hypotenuse of stairs, and ride on luggages.

02. Sometimes we run to compete with an RC, the Formula-One of toys.

03. Hey, and we gotta climb the vents, or even infiltrate into a plane...through its wheel.

04. We destroy silly or broken toys - an action you wish to do but you can't; unless you're a fellow toy.

05. Awesome upgrades.

06. And we sneak in the racks of a toy store. And drive in the trolleys.

07. ZURG!

08. Awesome locations.

09. SLIME!

10. Nice polygons for the year.

Most of the reasons don't really make sense, and most are repetitive. But hey, who cares.

Sometimes it's frustrating, but most of it is fun. Though I reckon the moment where I have to jump over the crates that were floating in a rain puddle. I got drowned so many times, and thus I lost so much lives. But that's the consequence of being a toy who mischievously play in puddles. Size DOES matter.

I'm now planning to write more poems.

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.

Old Digger

Halloa.

Yesterday, I re-found one forgotten cardboard, hidden under bags, papers, and table in my bedroom:

And pulling out everything in it, I found out how maniac I am:

I didn't even understand how to read when I got those books.

Oh, and this:

Cute. I got them when I was 10.

Really. I'm serious.

Then, I climbed the attic and met the superbly dirty and old cupboard:

Sometimes it has a horror feel. Within the old lesson books and a twilight of dust, I found another piece of memory:

I read it when I was little.

Really.

And I collect books, even since the times I can't read.

I'm serious. I swear.

Oh, and I met one odd view in my neighborhood:

I've never known that my neighbor has been that far. Cactussy.

Phew. These dust make me cough.

Well, that were just the little pieces. You haven't seen more.. And more. And MORE.

Now I'm going to read my Teletubbies again.

A Glass of Twilight

Um, Hi.

Yesterday, I got another hang out-day.
And this time, we went to (Drumroll, please)......

Starbucks Coffee.

Because of my lack of resource or what, I've never tasted even a single cup of Starbucks' coffee.
Then yesterday, under the codename 'Birthday Treat', my friend treated me.. One.. Glass.. of.. Vanilla Frappucino.

No Twilight here.

And yeah, it tastes like.. Milkshake. Exactly like a Vanilla Milkshake. With Whip Cream on the top.

But I quickly made friend with the Frap. With some giant-radius cookies, the Frap will make a perfect match. Me likey.

At least I've ever felt the green straw in the glass and with some drinks flowing in it.

Now, how was the Hoo-li-gans?

And.. What? Frap is not coffee? Oh, well.

Let It Snow

Hello.

Uniquely, I've never used this proper word for greeting.

My day was opened by this super-icy cold morning. And stupidly, I took a bath. I was about to freeze into an ice cube.
Just if I have a heater, or a water-heater or what for my bathroom.
Seriously, such coldness is suitable for winter. Just if, once snow can fall upon this super hot country for the whole of my life. I will clearly feel blessed.

By the way, yesterday mum made a cake. She ruled. The cake was waaaaaayyyyy too delicious. And buttery. Me likey.

Sadly, it's not 'much' anymore.

Oh, and she bought a big cup of Cheese Cream.. Secretly.

No wonder, my last breakfast felt like cheese over it. And I can secretly dip with it.. Haha.

And even a dog felt cold.

See? They need a blanket.

Phew. Oh, and Switz WON OVER SPAIN yesterday! Just if I'm in a real bet, I will be the next Ritchie Rich.

Never underestimate a chocolate-producing country!

Wet Gravel Bricks

Hi.

Good rainy-morning.

Know what? I love rainy mornings. It feels cold, that you don't need to turn your broken fan on. Then everything's just like covered by icy layers, makes standing on the floor or sleeping on the bed like heaven. And the smell of rain, the cold wind.. Ah, never get better.

But the streets are full of puddles.

Yesterday, I worked, or by other word, hanged out at the nearby Café (Wow!) in a Sport Club, in the midst of super-raging rain. And in every meeting, stupidity happens. Stupidity? Yes, stupid things.

And I managed to get some snap shots. Ever wonder what does a watermelon do on the top of a swimming pool roof?

Yes, that is true. And while we were hanging out, one poor chair was sacrificed to be a wasteland.

I pity that chair.

But rain and cold morning is not enough. I need snow.. And Switzerland.

Beware My Lens

Halloa.

Cette fête devient de plus ennuyeux pour moi.


Just if I can get my Senior High School first day earlier (Oddly enough, I miss the evil-being called 'school' for now). But I said the first day. So, well. First day of new grade at school is great, I know that.


By the way, I did not watch the matches closely this morning. How's the pretzels?


Ah, and I have acquired a stomachache recently. I think I was poisoned by one or two stale food. Or I ate too much.


And I'm thinking of starting a new career. Being a detective, or a real-life Superhero. Which one do you think will be better and has a brighter future?


Jeez. And check these pictures. I'm pretty sure there's a big mistake in this rug.

I mean, not putting Star Wars in this rug-of-famous-movies is a BIG mistake!