of mess and nothingness

i'd have u known that i am a possesive person. and VERY TERRITORIAL.

imagine the fury i felt when the maid cleaned up my desk.



ya, so wad if it was a mess? so wad if it looks like a mountain of paper and books had just avalanched there?

ITS MINE!

ITS MY MESS!

ITS MY DESK!

BAH! now i cant find anything. i try to look for a pair of earring and all i get are mismatched ones. i cant FIND anything! the dearly departed clutter on my table was ORGANIZED CLUTTER, okay!! u ask me for the class list, i would have dug my hands into the mound of paper and pull it out in a matter of seconds, albeit a little crumpled looking.

BUT NO!!! shit. its not even cleaning up the mess. its just rearranging it. but, the organization still like SHIT.

u prolly can tell that i am as irritated as HELL.

ABUDEN!

i love the way things are okay? i will change and clean up, when i FEEL like doing it and when THERE IS ACTUALLY SPACE! now got no BLARDIE space!!!

i tell u, having the personal space the size of a toilet cubicle is not enough okay? have to have space for school stuff, inclusive of textbooks, rough paper, ART materials, sketchbooks, horrible humongous ring files and 'o' level ten yr series i am intending to sell to BBC(bras basah complex). THEN, have to have space for sentimental junk. like class photos, b'dae pressies, friend's photos and useless junk like various unmentionables.

WHERE GOT SPACE? summore, share the room with a p6 sister who has MORE junk than me. add a PC and a bookshelve too. WAD DA....

karla once came over and was shocked at the mess. wad does she know? she has her room to herself. and dont have bookshelve inside. sobz...

*******i wanna marry a rich man who will give me one room of his 3-storey masionnette for my junk*******

what can i say? i am a packrat. PACKRAT!

aiyah

i am stinky now... just got home from bball. tml morning got soccer training. have got to eat dinner. damn late...

stinkeee oooout!!!