Shhh...

Secrets do not exist, as they are meant to keep to oneself, but never are.

The owner of the secret is the only one who should know it, and the minute they tell their pal, it isn't a secret anymore.So now, everyone has a right to know, because it is simply a piece of information.

Why don't people understand that?

Poor Birdie

It has been exactly a week since the summer holidays started, and to everyone's relief, it is not dreadfully boring anymore! Well...sort of.
Of course there's the new rule on the street: Any game we play must not contain a ball, and if it does, it cannot leave the ground. Adults these days...
So our final valid option was to play badminton, and so we did. But, even the biggest fan (yeah, me) of this sport can get bored of it, if we are doomed to play it, and only it, for the rest of the summer. The rest of this hot, grueling, deadly summer.
But until now, none of my pals have been complaining, so we played badminton today as well. A few games of extreme badminton and we were beat. With an arm that could no longer bear the extremities of hard-core serving, hitting, and spiking, I let my kid brother and his friend play.
I was gone for barely ten minutes, and my brother and his friend come running towards us, loudly apologizing for the broken birdie. They hurt the poor shuttlecock so badly, that when they showed it to me, it was no longer intact; it was basically just a bunch of strips of plastic. This was trouble, for the birdie was not mine, but my friend's. And my friend doesn't take things lightly.
So, I tried to hide it--as the friend of mine had gone bike-riding--in his garage. My plan backfired. I meant to chuck the pieces of the shuttlecock into the corner of the garage, but instead, the pieces flew off on their own, and scattered everywhere. Oh no! I was done for! He was going to fume up!
So I hurriedly ran away from the garage, to the rest of my friends, and told them to act natural when he came back.
Unfortunately he came to know of the birdie incident, and he slipped into his rage mode.
I had to capture this moment, and save my other friend from being pummeled, so I ran home, grabbed the camera, and snapped a few pictures of the dilapidated shuttlecock.

Here is a visual:

As you can see, it is totally dead. Poor Birdie.

-___- In mourning for the dead birdie -___-

Oh Birdie, Oh Birdie,
Why did you have to break?
You're so damaged, we can't even
fix you with some duct tape!

Timeless...

Another day, another dollar, or so they say...
Personally, I think that phrase should be a little tweaked: Another day, another dollar wasted.

Anyways, I was making a playlist for this blog, and I found the most interesting and captivating song: "Viva la Vida" by Coldplay. I instantly fell in love with it! Coldplay is an amazing band, with their timeless tunes, and I must say, "Viva la Vida" is no exception to their talent. So, if you haven't already checked this song out, no worries, it is number 1 on my playlist...so be sure to listen to it, it is great!

Beginnings...

Right now, this blog is basically an empty canvas...waiting for that first brushstroke to begin the creation of a masterpiece.

Only problem is, I have writer's block...

I was thinking of writing a piece of poetry to kick off the creation of this blog, a place where we can share ideas with one another. But, unfortunately, this horribly boring summer (though it has only been five days since it started) has drained the creativity out of my blood. I need inspiration!

I promise to be back again, with something more interesting.

However, I do apologize for this bland opening to a potentially exciting blog.

I will be back though...soon...