The Disposable Starship needs a New Kitchen

Aargh, ye scurvy maties, the end looks near once more! To the horizon we sail! Aye, for hidden treasures and forgotten souls! Set sail boys!

ZOMG it’s the exams again. It’s interesting that at the back of my head, I’m taking last minute snapshots of my final preparations and noting down what would perhaps be the second-last-time this whole charade of chionging like mad and worrying and fretting about e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g I, me, yes sir, have yet to do, and how impending and imminent doom feels like. Because, let’s face it. I won’t be doing this for long. We’re coming down to the final bend on what has been an avalanche-filled, volcano-ridden, hurricane-binding, Tour de France of paper chasing. And it’s been one heck of a trip, boys and girls.

Today, I woke up to my mom asking: “Oei, you still going to school today or not?”
I laid in bed, sunlight drifting on my pillows, fan blowing against curtains, contemplating.
I closed my eyes and screamed: “Yeeeeeessssss!”
To which my mom replied, after a moment’s silence: “Are you sssuuuuure?”

Thus, proving once again, that my mom has an annoying way of being annoying.

We make History with Paper and Pens

Congratulations, Mr. President. You’ve just made history.