Three 'R's: Routine, Responsibility, Retardation

I am always alone with the fat idiot at home. My mother recently found a new part-time job at some polytechnic confectionery. Many people tried to convince my mother into quitting the part-time job as it might subject her hands to undesirable consequences washing stuffs in water.

Anyways... I was assigned chores because I was a more desirable choice as compared to my slothful brother. Everyday from then went on with me doing chores and my fat brother lying on his bed and playing his GBA. Then I would went on and listen to radio on com while revising for the next few mid-year examination papers. I am currently cramming for my POA as I slacked a lot and couldn't concentrate during POA lessons. Those baboons in class sure play great roles in distracting me... Especially J.J and Andrew...

My mind is forever like a time factory of cogs and gears forever spinning without the need of power supply. I cannot stop working my brain. I could have unleashed my inner genius had I been able to break this bad habit; it is obviously driving me crazy... Guess I have somewhat gotten used to it.

I wanted to post this yesterday, but was devoid if essential time to enter it. Sadly I'm not always free on Sundays...

On the 7th of May was a person's birthday. That person was no other than my bro, BX. Of course, I attempted to make that occasion interesting as best as I can. However that mood was ruined thanks to his injured leg. I am a man of my words, so I brought him a gift...

BX, if you are reading this post, that red thing I gave you was meant to be a bandana, which I cut and sewn it with two pieces of red fabric summing to $1.65. That bandana... It is supposed to mean this:

Let nothing destroy your Will of Fire.

Literally means "To be resilient, NEVER go down on your words, aniki! ...Rambo :)