This will probably be my second last post before I slide into that life changing green tube of transition into the next stage. A whole new game, a brand new mushroom of doom begins this Friday the thirteenth.
Today I decided up my game by going to the Army market at Beach Road. It was a pleasant trip (albeit long) with my Dad. Spent some time with my Dad, which was good quality time indeed. Beach Road was being a bitch with her car parks. We hovered in our cars for about a good deal of time before we could get a lot. Finally found ourselves above an open aired food center, at a market that sells army equipment. No, they did not sell any Quarter Staff or Broad Swords but I got myself 88 dollars worth of objects (yes freaking objects) ranging from Black tape to three extra sets of shirt and shorts. Yes, lazy bum here dislikes washing clothes.
And I discovered there's this cute little product which charges phones with batteries. The simple solution to the ban on chargers? Perhaps. I just can't wait to find out how efficient it really is. If one battery could restore a dead phone to full health, it is still quite damn expensive. I haven't got myself a cheapo phone. Tomorrow. Old habits die hard. Once a procrastinator, forever one.
Tomorrow I will start writing letters to all the people whom I will miss in the confinement period. Should I write my will when I'm at it.(!?) And I'm meeting Pastor Wesley tomorrow for Ice Cream fellowship! I'm looking forward to it!
The Waddler
Two yellow ducks waddle waddle,
in puddle one hundred seventy three,
fourteen twelve river.
Their beaks glamour in glee.
Honeystars shine in appasionato
Gummy worms wiggle wiggle in bed
A meteor shower of stars follows
On the wall so fade
A midst three happy nights
sweet as ice cream
Grounded ducks took flight
Sky tasted like brownies it seems!
Presto con Fuoco!
Ducks in liebestraum
Passion that echoes
Resonates in hearts deeply sunk
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