I got sprung.

You know, when we were little. We all must have silly yet crazy dreams of becoming something. Mine was to be a spy. I don't know why but a spy sounds cool when you were still a kid. Owning all of the gadgets. Dreaming so big in kicking bad guys. The box (above picture) clarifies everything for me in becoming one. I won't show the inside. Trust me, there was some unexplainable stuff. I came across on that box when I was cleaning up. Dad woke me up by shouting really loud saying that I need to clear up all the things that I still need at the old house. As you can see, there are a pile of things I need to cleaned and packed. After all is done, I'm satisfied. The problem now is that I have to buy cabinets , just to keep and organize all of my useless memorable junk. Ending me having new work to worry about. Last picture - Since I didn't get a chance to blog yesterday, I wore that to dinner and a meet up with the home boys. One of my friend is going to Russia soon. I'll post his picture as soon I got enough and maybe would be having another meet up just to upload some more picture in the blog. So, that would be it. BYE !