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Here in my city, almost every year we have a competition with different teams based on the area you live in.
The teams are: Blue, Green, White and YELLOW
(I am on yellow).

It has been like 40 years since the competition last happened, and the comeback was this year. Pretty fun, right?
Yeah, would be if I was into sports — which, I am not. So, I didn’t pay much attention to it until yesterday, when my uncles called me once more to watch the game of the night, because my uncles are addicted into competitions and I didn’t want to disappoint them.
It would be cool, IF the game wasn’t “S P E L I N G - C O M P E T I T I O N”.

Unfortunately I had already said yes…

this is a picture of me on the car:
When we arrived, it was a combination of old ladies, no cool food, strange teenagers and… well, old ladies.
I thought I would be a very boring game, but those nerd kids proved me wrong — not trying to be rude, but they were much dumber than Sheldon.
And it was especially fun because they committed a lot of mistakes, which drove those old ladies into madness. I can’t express how funny it was seeing them competing for every letter that came out of those kids’ mouth.

• ITS “T” NOT “I”!!!!

a picture of the place:

Back home, I was EXHAUSTED. So I just got some sleep. Actually, that’s the reason I didn’t post yesterday.

So, I guess I’m sorry for this thedumbopt_imist

 

Also, to end the post I want to show a song that I am writing to my best friend, AKA

pickles.
He seems to be a little sad those days, I think maybe it’s related to the girl he is in love with.


That’s the piano — in progress

https://filebin.net/b3n5tizpcvio3tkj/PICKLES-demo001.mp3


And the lyrics — also in progress, I promise it’s gonna get better (I hope)





Pouring rain making you think,
How you’d wish,
To be less selfish,
How it recalls me,
About this malfunction of yours,
Always pondering,
Always wondering,
Till you realize,
The rain its gone,
So it’s the sun,
So it’s love,
So it’s love,
How could be,
You gave so much,
And theres nothing now,
In this fire,
Whats the point of giving?
In this fire,
If you can’t recive back,
In this fire, in this fire heart,
I want you to recive too,
From a fire heart, a fire heart,
But you can’t conceive,

Pouring rain making you think,
How you’d wish,
To be less selfish,
Less senvite, less sad,
How can I say,
It recalls me,
About this malfunction of yours,
Always pondering,
Always wondering,
What’s the point of living for another soul?
Till you realize,
The rain its gone,
So it’s the sun,
So it’s your love.

posted 11:40 PM of my country