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?

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.

Baseball Kitchen

Several days ago, I went to a movie. It was Inception, another of Mr. Christopher Nolan's masterpiece. And words did not lie, all the complications and twists mean everything to me. It inspires me a lot. And 'affects' me through dreams. In fact, I always think hard when I dream nowadays.


Still, there's always a way to make everything simple.

Yesterday, I was digging through my book-boards, and found one unique thing covered in bright orange and a striking logo on it. Seeing the logo, you will obviously know that is was a kangaroo's.

Heh heh. 

When I first saw it, I thought it was a baseball glove. But realizing that none of us here plays the game, Mum told me that we use them to hold pans instead of bats. We use them with aprons, not body armors. 

Knowing that, I left it quickly.

Still then, like a curious kid, I put it on. It fits perfectly. Zing. But I used it to pick honeydew melons. Trust me, it does not make anything easier.

In the end, the honeydew melons printed silhouettes of theirselves on my bed.