The cabinet apocalypse

November 16th, 2008 • 2 comments Narratives, Nostalgia, Personal, Random, Thoughts
Tags: blog, cabinet, cat, tumblr

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On the corner of my cluttered room, lies a five-foot tall cabinet. Adjacent to it is a long bench which mom put there just for the hell of it. I move the bench because it’s covering the bottom drawer. I open the bottom drawer and a cloud of dust nearly intoxicates me.

Inside is a lot of things — papers, old test papers, my sister’s test papers, envelopes containing papers, pokemon stuff, Diablo playstation CD, DVDs, pictures, ripped gift wrappers, some top secret stuff, and a lot of old stuff.

In the first place, I don’t know what came into my mind why I suddenly felt like opening the bottom drawer of that cabinet. Second, a huge mass of nostalgia hit me from the back as I browse through the things there. And it sort of reminded me of how far I’ve reached and the things I’ve been doing the past few years. Oh well. I guess things are just there to remind you that they’re there and that someday, they might be moved to somewhere.

Another random post. Gah. Been doing nothing much these days.

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Believe it or not, my cat has a blog. And I’m helping her to promote it. She says that she wants to have readers. So, if ever you have time, kindly drop a visit and a comment on my cat’s blog, http://pusang-inamoy.tumblr.com

The case of the missing cat in the nighttime

October 19th, 2008 • 3 comments Narratives, Nostalgia, Random, Thoughts

One night, I was trying to wear off my insomnia as I heard my mother step into my room. She opened the light and kept on doing a crazy sound, “Wiswiswiswiswiswiswis…”. She opened my closet, she looked under my bed, she looked under my table. “Wiswiswiswiswiswiswis…”. I finally decided to let her crazy stuff disturb me, “What’s the matter?”, I asked.
“Cat’s missing.” she said.
“Did you look under the shoe rack?” ’cause that’s where the cat always stay.
“I’ve looked everywhere in this house. And I’ve been calling her. If she’s around, she might’ve probably came out of somewhere now.”
Then, mother went downstairs. After a few minutes, I decided to go down to help looking for the missing cat.

I saw my sister standing at the front door, doing the “Wiswiswiswiswiswiswis…” sound. I got under the dining table and reached for the cat’s feeding bowl that contained halfly-consumed cat food. I shook it to get the cat’s attention but I failed to spot the cat in the house. So I just went outside and saw mother walking down the neighborhood doing “Wiswiswiswiswiswiswis…”.

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Stirring Wheel

May 30th, 2008 • 2 comments High School, Nostalgia, Personal, Random, Thoughts
Tags: a year and a day, ben ames williams, cat, english literature, hay infusion, kittens, leslie pieterzyk, microbiology, play, pregnant, siamese, they grind exceedingly small

Grab your chance to escape, let your life be an unwritten book. We’re not born who we are — we become who we are.

–Leslie Pietrzyk (A Year And A Day)

I remember during one of our Microbiology classes when I was a Junior (emphasizing the word “was”), we did an activity called, Hay Infusion, where we soaked about less than a handful of hay in a tap water-filled jar for twenty-four hours. Then the next day, we examined the water under a microscope. There, we saw a lot of bacteria moving around. We compared it with plain tap water and saw the obvious difference between the two.

Last March, we did a play for English Literature. We did They Grind Exceedingly Small by some American writer named Ben Ames Williams. We had about a month to prepare but we only did the preparations one week before we actually did the play. Procrastination. Blame not us. Blame our overflowing schedule and up to the brim projects and exams. But the one week of preparations worked out well, I can say.

I was asked by my classmates to play the lead role of Hazen Kinch. And so I had to memorize a lot of lines. But I didn’t think of it as a problem. I just treated it as memorizing 3rd grade English poems. And about my acting, I don’t wanna say much about it. They said I’m good, I delivered my lines well, thus making me exempted for 4th quarter English Lit. periodical exam. And our good performance (as what the audience and English teachers said) brought us a 95% grade for that play. Not bad being third from the highest.

My Siamese cat, as what I’ve told everybody, is looking for a “friend”. Or to make things straight, it’s looking for a boyfriend to have someone it could have sex with and finally, have kittens — have cats that’ll make our house stink more with more cat shit.

I guess, that’s how the way life goes — you’re born, you do things, and you die. So universal. But we’re not born who we are, we become who we are. We, or things, drive us to become our selves. We get interested with things and BOOM…you end up being somebody you didn’t expect you’re gonna be. Just like bacteria in tap water, reproducing into a lot when infused with hay; just like when I escaped myself, entered the persona of Hazen Kinch and got exempted from Eng. Lit periodical test; just like my cat, someday, it’ll have kittens when she, or we, found the right male cat for her.

And that’s the hell I could write right now. A bunch of randomness, sprinkled with the refreshing (and somehow) depressing nostalgia.