Come clean.
The word 'mess' holds two totally different meanings in this household, almost polarizing. Well, between me and my mom at least. 'Cause you see, as long as I know where my stuff are, no matter how cluttered my room may be ... I refuse to describe my sanctuary as a slipshod one.
But having spent the evening wiping off dust and what not, I'll have to come clean and admit that my room was indeed in a mess. And I really mean it.
Always leaving it late until the 11th hour each year, thinking that I can do the whole maid magic act in an hour or 2 ... 3 hours tops. It actually is possible, provided I do it at my mom's pace.
I keep too much junk like flyers, magazines, postcards, postcards and more postcards. You know, things that serve no purpose after sometime. And more postcards. I even shocked myself when I found out that I had like 50 pieces of the same postcard with Mandy Moore on it. I'm such a whore. Sheesh.
Keeping and collecting items is a strong trait of any Piscean. Anyhow, I think I managed to get rid of 2kg of postcards. You keep things for a reason or so you think.
Photographs are the worst. The worst. Such a time-consuming chore. I'll start looking at them until the memories come back. Memories eh? 'Cause these are photos taken using non-digital cameras. Yes, they're from that long ago! Nobody develops photos taken by digital cameras.
The lecture notes have been discarded as well, sad to say. I guess I won't be needing them anyway. So much effort put into my note-takings (those who've had the privilege of sitting next to me will know). All comes to nothing in the end. Oh well, C'est La Vie.
Arranged the shoe boxes and rather glad to know that they are still at the safe region of ± 37 pairs. Too many pairs of Air Wovens. The Samba/Game Blue pair shall be the last. Still questioning my sanity over the amount I paid. Hoping to land one last pair for the year though and it's in purple and black.
At the end of the night, I am glad to see my room in its new state. Not as sparkingly spanking as I would've liked, but it does give you that rewarding feel. If anything, I'm superly-satisfied. Now, I feel like I can do this everyday. Maybe not everyday. Weekly? Stop kidding to yourself.
In its entirety, I've finally learnt to accept the true meaning of 'mess'. Mess is when ..
But having spent the evening wiping off dust and what not, I'll have to come clean and admit that my room was indeed in a mess. And I really mean it.
Always leaving it late until the 11th hour each year, thinking that I can do the whole maid magic act in an hour or 2 ... 3 hours tops. It actually is possible, provided I do it at my mom's pace.
I keep too much junk like flyers, magazines, postcards, postcards and more postcards. You know, things that serve no purpose after sometime. And more postcards. I even shocked myself when I found out that I had like 50 pieces of the same postcard with Mandy Moore on it. I'm such a whore. Sheesh.
Keeping and collecting items is a strong trait of any Piscean. Anyhow, I think I managed to get rid of 2kg of postcards. You keep things for a reason or so you think.
Photographs are the worst. The worst. Such a time-consuming chore. I'll start looking at them until the memories come back. Memories eh? 'Cause these are photos taken using non-digital cameras. Yes, they're from that long ago! Nobody develops photos taken by digital cameras.
The lecture notes have been discarded as well, sad to say. I guess I won't be needing them anyway. So much effort put into my note-takings (those who've had the privilege of sitting next to me will know). All comes to nothing in the end. Oh well, C'est La Vie.
Arranged the shoe boxes and rather glad to know that they are still at the safe region of ± 37 pairs. Too many pairs of Air Wovens. The Samba/Game Blue pair shall be the last. Still questioning my sanity over the amount I paid. Hoping to land one last pair for the year though and it's in purple and black.
At the end of the night, I am glad to see my room in its new state. Not as sparkingly spanking as I would've liked, but it does give you that rewarding feel. If anything, I'm superly-satisfied. Now, I feel like I can do this everyday. Maybe not everyday. Weekly? Stop kidding to yourself.
In its entirety, I've finally learnt to accept the true meaning of 'mess'. Mess is when ..
- your black furniture has enough dust for you to run your finger through and leave your John Hancock on
- an item remains untouched and
stationerystationary for more than one week - a mini-mound is forming at the corner of your eye
- a group of things start to gather haphazardly
- you thought you knew your room well enough
- when that secret place you occassionaly use to stash personal stuff gets overly-used, losing its secrecy altogether (think women who keep their money in their bras back in the day)
- you stumble upon something you never knew existed, until you do a full-year's rewind
- * feel free to use the tag-board to add to this list *
It's 4:16am and what the hell am I doing here. Got a long day of grub and galleons ahead baby.
Edit: Man Utd is trailing Lille by 1-0. Woot woot.
posted by Ibrahim R. at 3:22 AM
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Hi I´m Chris. Greatings from Germany Bottrop !!
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