The cabinet apocalypse

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

(image from this link)

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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PUSANG-INAMOY.TUMBLR.COM

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

I only got a week to save the world

October 25th, 2008 • 2 comments Angst, High School, Humor, Personal, Random
Tags: cat, high school musical 3, laziness, parents, sembreak, sexual desire, upgrade, wordpress 2.6.3, wordpress automatic upgrade plugin

That’s one lazy bitch.

Okay, so I just upgraded this blog to WP 2.6.3. I hate Wordpress for updating every now and then. Gah. But thanks to Wordpress Automatic Upgrade Plugin, I got no worry whatsoever upgrading and I don’t hafta tweak into my blog’s files and all ’cause that freaks me.

Anyway, I don’t wanna turn this post into a paid post about some kickass plugin. For now, I wanna talk about the fresh minty breath of sembreak (I have no idea why it’s “minty”).

Sembreak is synonymous with laziness and as we all know, laziness is students’ favorite pastime. But in my case, teh folks have already told my sister and I that we are obliged to do house chores for the whole sembreak. And as a senior student, that just sucks big time. Being lazy is a tough job, ya knoes. Sometimes, you get butt cramps. And sometimes, when watching TV, your head is not in the right position and you can’t reach the remote, which is terrible.

But whatever the heck will happen to me in this sembreak should turn out awesome. That is, without the folks destroying my plans of pwning this vacation. And what are the plans?

• Watch High School Musical 3 with a group of friends on Tuesday. (teh folks have no idea of this so keep your big mouth shut. I just told them that we have to meet for the upcoming debate at school)
• Well, at least try to read some good books.
• Blow all my money off. (meh. It’s sembreak…what’re the odds?)
• Help my cat relieve all that sexual desire she’s feeling. (STFU. I know what you’re thinking…and it’s not that. What I mean with “relieve” is at least, comfort her)
• Eat a lot.
• Rest a lot.

So before the forces of the parents annihilate my evil plans, I shall, at least, think nice that my sembreak will turn out just fine. *winks*

*Lazy bitch picture courtesy of this link.

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Thrown about into a world of amiss
Whilst in the saddle of a looped gushing of agitation
Sudden despair, I suppose
But nay…
I
just
pine
thou.

Ain’t Riding On Boats

July 10th, 2008 • 10 comments High School, Humor, Personal, Random, Thoughts
Tags: cat, Chemistry, math, Physics, research, TNT, trinitrotolouene, Zoology

My seven days a week becomes eight days a week. My nine hours at school seems to be twenty four hours of non-stop back breaks. I’m busy all right. Math is kinda ok and I’ve been luckily hittin’ high on seatworks and quizzes. Physics is boring. I’m quite getting the hang of Zoology. Chemistry is astonishingly kinda smooth. C.A.T. is nothing more than salutes, marching, and jumping jacks. And we still have this one hour break called Research.

In perplexity, I just go with the flow. Nothing’s more relaxing than lying on a river, letting the strong current drag you, hit you on rocks, kill you. But the after-bath in a steamed shower always brings the greatest feeling of succession and completion. And the baby towel…oh yeah, it’s soft.

No time to blog. Mind is planted with dozens of trinitrotoluene.

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