I was never the clean bee. I liked my place messy. For as long as I remember, I've lived a life of spontaneity, non-compliance to schedules, and, on a greater scale, anarchy.
But then I got tired of the monotony of the spontaneity and I decided to do the unthinkable: revamp my room.
Never in my 16 years of existence have I ever been thankful that I had a room as minuscule as the one I have now. And for the record, pink is not my favourite colour. It's actually blue. Why I have a pink room, however, is a long story, but it involves accounts of me throwing tantrums during that time my parents were looking for room paints so they thought it'd be torture for me if I had a pink room.
(I abhorred pink when I was a kid. It has, however, grown into me. That's what happens when you wake up to a pink room almost everyday for a year.)
Anyway...
But then I got tired of the monotony of the spontaneity and I decided to do the unthinkable: revamp my room.
Never in my 16 years of existence have I ever been thankful that I had a room as minuscule as the one I have now. And for the record, pink is not my favourite colour. It's actually blue. Why I have a pink room, however, is a long story, but it involves accounts of me throwing tantrums during that time my parents were looking for room paints so they thought it'd be torture for me if I had a pink room.
(I abhorred pink when I was a kid. It has, however, grown into me. That's what happens when you wake up to a pink room almost everyday for a year.)
Anyway...
Before pics. I have a skewed sense of orderliness. Finally, when I didn't know where to step any longer ("What if my foot lands on my laptop next instead of the floor?"), I decided to unearth the mess. My study table probably had a foot of paper accumulated over the first year of college.
After! And well, I honestly feel so accomplished. I made paper cranes, and since I'm on summer break with probably nothing but my upcoming driving lessons (I can't believe it, too. It sounds so foreign and... adult.) and visits from Qatar friends, I'll probably make a thousand paper cranes for Japan.
Today was a tiring, tiring day. But seeing the fruit of my efforts, I'd like to think the day did not go to waste. Hay, if only being productive was this easy.
