I Have No Idea

I have no idea what to write; but instead I want to write. Ergo, now this words have born.


Above are the simple examples of two contradictive things in a single mind. And it is quite strange reckoning that there are many things that really contradict one another in one's mind. Like Pizzas will never match with Chinese Noodle if they were eaten together.


What I'm talking about is that there are too many things in this world that contradict with each other. And ironically, two things that contradict can flip one person's coin from face to tail, and push the person to a great effort to flip the coin back.


Like abilites, wishes, with capabilities, competence, or goods. If these things I mentioned contradict and related to a person's aim, that will definitely ruin his or her main purpose, his or her aim, his or her dream.


I'm talking about this not just because that happen to me, but it is more to based on facts that I have seen, which are so much. The pious, we may say this as a trial. And as I said before, those things definitely will push someone to flip the coin back - pushing them into a great life struggle to find a solution toward it.


And if things like these happen, these all maybe fate's hands playing. You may ask 'Yikes, what shall I do?' or 'What's the resolve?'. Fate is always unpredictable - alas, to the resolve all I can say is:

Our Dearest Encyclopedia and Shakespeare

I'm trying to be a bit serious right now.


But before, talking about seriousness, I hardly able to be. I'm just this wisecracking, fun-loving, cheerful in an idiotic way kid. And beside, why should we be serious when we should not be serious?


So I have encountered a failure; yet again.


My memory suddenly recalled a moment when I was in a sick. It was measles. Or chicken pox. I doubt my memory, but I think it was measles.


Just assume it was measles. The story goes like this: My brother got the illness first. I did not know what, but Mum desperately tried to separate me from this 3 years-older-than-me boy. What I know is that two or three days later, I got the same illness.


What's good from being ill together is that we should worry not to be contracted by others. In fact, we spent a week playing together, sitting on the couch, holding the gamepad, staring at the television. In the whole one week. Mum took care of us (You should know that a person that had ever got measles cannot get another one; you should have known), and in around a week, both of us got free from the illness.


Quoting from our dearest Encyclopedia:


"Measles (sometimes known as English Measles) is spread through respiration (contact with fluids from an infected person's nose and mouth, either directly or through aerosol transmission), and is highly contagious—90% of people without immunity sharing a house with an infected person will catch it. The infection has an average incubation period of 14 days (range 6–19 days) and infectivity lasts from 2–4 days prior, until 2–5 days following the onset of the rash (i.e. 4–9 days infectivity in total)."


So, my deduction is, since we lived in one same house, and the measles spread through air, it was likely for me to be contradicted.


And we presume that talk above is a serious thing (Isn't it?). So back to what I was talking before, my reason to not being so serious is that; we shall enjoy live. Serious means we think hardly; means we extort our deepest mind. Being fun means we enjoy this life; even if it is to cover a sadness within.


As what people quoted:

"Life is like a coin. You can spend it any way you wish, but you only spend it once."

- Lillian Dickson

"The healthiest response to life is joy."

- Deepak Chopra

"Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."

- Hans Christian Andersen

And the flower should be what we call as 'fun', and since life is too precious to waste, let us spend it with joy. 

And our dearest Shakespeare said:

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

I swear I don't know who Horatio is. I don't even read Hamlet. But I'd rather look for unique things on this world rather than send out some phylosophical sentences.

Way to go, Shakespeare.

Made Out of Gravels and Flour

If anyone says that the world is small, and this virtual world makes it even smaller; true, it is. And even two strangers in quite distant places that know each other not, can meet and only with the same interest, eventually become friends so easily. Happy birthday to a friend I met in this small world, Kristie Azaziah.


Several days ago, I went for sightseeing and found a true eye candy:

I am quite keen and really like in this brick-building thing, and things got better when I saw these, put around the big city neatly:

They built these, futuristic buildings, which gave me a question why they used brown colored bricks. With all my sense of art, future buildings are associated and really fit in white and blue, but well, who cares. They are awesome.

And I got a package from my Auntie, which revealed to be some things that are really sweet. Among them is the sweetest of them all:

Being a Cookie Monster for 15 years, making this thing a really pleasant treat for me. Like your favorite music, the flour, nuts, choco chips, milk composed nicely in harmony inside this one piece of the cookie. Inevitably the best taste I've ever had.

And then, I'm unstoppable.

You All Know

Sometimes it's hard to achieve something we really want. Sometimes it's really hard. And sometimes, what we really want to do, has an internal affair with our talents, interests, and hobby, which means sometimes it's really hard to channel our own talent or interest. And that's what's happening to me.

Maybe you've all known that I really want to make some music. It's not really my talent, but it fully takes my interest on to it. And the result may be satisfying.

I said maybe. Don't get me wrong or assume me as a proud kid.

And as you all know, I really like doing mischievous things around. Or at least, giving comments directly to unusual things. You see, even a Dark Lord of Sith needs some relaxing moment or he was in the mood to pose:

I don't have any idea what were in the sculptors mind when they made this statue; sculpting a serious threat to a galaxy far, far, away, with a 'fisherman' pose as I dubbed it.

And as you all know too, I really like tasting any kind of food. I got a quite big piece of a traditional old ladies' food, the creamy Klappertaart.

Yum:

Raisins, cherries, and half-eaten. The tart was a true tongue candy. And another thing, you all know that I really like digging old things in around my house, and look at what I found:

(From left to right) My older Brother, The 4 years old me giving my best high five, Pops, and Mum. And do not forget my family's old couch where we sat, and the window and the door on the very far right, which still stand where they were until now. I still really remember that white dinosaurs tee and that light brown jumpsuit I wore in my 4th birthday, where Mum and Brother gave me 5 Power Rangers action figures right after I woke up. It was a great memory.

To put it all mildly:

You all know about me pretty much.

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?