Sunday, July 14, 2013
The Dirty Chair
It started yesterday, when terrible Suli Typhoon flooded my entire room. I didn't think much of it, only draining the water. Luckily the only things left on the ground were the completely soaked boxes of cardboard stored underneath my desk. Gradually I had cleaned everything out; spotless. However, after a few minutes of sitting back onto my chair, the ground apparently turned back into havoc. Moist air drifted everywhere, whilst thinking how the heck the floor got dirty again. The floor had many spots of condensed dust spread all under the table. I continued clean the floor, rolling backward on my chair to lean forward in the laziest fashion. After some time, the floor was dirty again. Frustrated, I cleaned the floor again; but this time, kneeling with my two overwhelmed knees from CPR training. Twas when I realized that the source of the disgust was from the wheels of my chair. They clung onto blocks of dust consumed periodically since the beginning of its arrival. Why did this happen you might ask? Well, as shown above, I am a pretty lazy person, the gradual increases of dust bunnies in the wheel sure showed their true power of making sure nothing is clean to this day. Its funny how the past events or things we ignored comes back to haunt you and make your life miserable; its sort of like the plot of the Iron Man 3 Movie without the action, sci-fi, a hot red head. Nevertheless, I began to clean not only the floor for the upteenth time, but also the dirty chair.
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