unfuckyourhabitat:

To the basement/garage/spare room/scary closet/anywhere that random crap gets thrown when you don’t know what else to do with it!

Pick one box or surface and deal with it. Put or throw things away. Break down the box and put it wih your recycling/trash, or wipe down the surface. Repeat until 20 minutes are up.

Report back with your accomplishments! What did you get done?

I just came to look at what could be posted today on UfYH and found this. Funnily enough, I actually already did that today.

First I recycled all the empty shoeboxes in my closet. And the strangest thing happened: suddenly I had space for actual shoes in the closet! Who would’ve known?

I also kept on top of laundry and dishes! Although there are currently few plates in the sink, but they’ll be gone after I finish this post. All the dirty laundry that had been lying around the house is clean, some of it is hanging out to dry in the balcony while the already dry ones have been put away.

The surfaces in the kitchen have all been sprayed and cleaned with an anti-bacterial cleaner.

And also all the trash has been recycles and taken out of the house.

And this feels great. Having a nice unfucked place to relax in is great. The lack of clutter and dirt is very refreshing.

I’m thinking of probably erasing all the post I have made and then creating categories for all my interests and then personal stuff, so you could easily find my opinions or experiences.

I don’t want to have 20+ blogs for each of my interests because I have many of them:

• fitness/working out/exercising
• nutrition/food/recipes
• housekeeping (reducing stress by keeping my home clean)
• cosmetics/skincare/foreign brands/nifty little beauty gadgets
• games/more games/mmorpg games/even pen and paper games
• psychology/tip and tricks on making my brain better/new research
• etc.

Do you think you would like to be able to find all of my interests in one place? I don’t exactly like reblogging, I want to have a blog dedicated to my own views, experiences, etc.

First of all, he’s a cat. A cat that has been with me for over 16 years.

I remember the first time I met him, I was 4. I was at my mom’s workplace and heard a silent meow. I asked her what it was coming from and my mom told me to try and look for the source. It seemed to come from the window so I looked outside and saw nothing. Confused I went to sit down on the floor away from the window and heard the meow again. My mother then told me to try and call for the creature by saying “kss kss kss”. I did and a little ball of fur and a little tail up high climbed out of the heater under the window and headed straight towards me.

Golfas (that’s his name) was the most compassionate and loving creature I had ever met.

Every time I would cry or be sad or upset, he would come to me purring loudly, licking my tears away and rubbing against me.

Even when my parents went to USA for work-related things and I had to stay with my grandmother, Golfas would purr me to sleep every night and lick my tears when I felt lonely. Even my grandmother, who hates cats, was surprised by the devotion and care this creature could show.

When I moved out of my parents home about a year and a half ago, I was very worried that Golfas might not understand and feel sad that I’m gone.

A year ago I had a shock and had thought that was the end for him, because he was diagnosed with cat diabetes. But fortunately, we found a great vet that managed to find insulin and a diet fit for him, that helped him extend his life and make him feel good. The diet and insulin worked very well and he was more active than before and looked healthier.

But I guess he was still very very old. That year of caring for him in his need helped everyone in our family to slowly cope with the thought of losing him. His death did not come as a surprise or shock.

Yesterday I saw him for the last time. He had been sleeping for the last couple of days and not moving much, but sometimes opening his eyes and looking at everyone. When I sat beside him and petted him, with what little strength he had he purred. Silently, but surely, showing that he loved us back and that he was content with his life.

I guess I knew yesterday at that moment that he kept holing on these last days just to see me one last time and that tonight would be his last.

This morning my mother found him in a coma, not yet dead, but at a point of no return. Just an hour ago she texted me, that she was taking him to the vet to finally let him go to rest.

He’s gone now…

Rest. You were a wonderful being. Compassionate, loving, caring, patient, protective. I hope you had a good and happy life.

Good-bye.