This is me.

Have I told you lately how much I hate the fact that I'm a horrid, chronic, big fat sloth.
No? Well. YEA. I hate it!

Time to make changes!

When there's no plans for the day, I become a couch potato. Downing all sorts of junkies I can lay my hands on. I eat what I see. So long as they're not mouldy. That's like that default plan of a typical day. Unhealthy.

There's this heinous mess residing in my room. To think I've always thought myself organized. Actually, No. Never did use that adjective on myself. Probably coz I got a lil taste of prudence that I'm capable of being organized when I've started using organizers two yrs ago. Argh. Sod it.


Questionaire:

1. How often do you change ur bedsheets?

Ah well. When I see a hideous stain? Or when I suppose I wouldn't be surprised if a sample of my bedsheet sent for lab testing would be positive for Streptococcus.

2. What's the state of your desk?

Heh. It's dusty... filled with two significant clutters of books, accessories, skincare products, stationaries...medicine prescribed by the doctor from monthsss ago, a bottle of Antiseptic Hand rub which says "EXP o5.06" and er... miscellaneous.

3. The Bedside table?

My jewellery boxes. Dust coated really. My alarm clock. Not in use. Dust coated as well. Used tissue. Probably for blowing my nose. Was it last month? I cant rmb. Book- Morning and Evening- a devotional classic by Charles the man. Dust coated. Too. And er... miscellaneous.

4. The floor??? C'mon surely u don't have so much things lying around!

-Treasure galore. MY Bagsss... Strewn on the floor with the contents spilling out. My filess containing lecture notes and other important documents like...
A post-it with note-
Alert!:
1. Go to the bank fill out a document. (Not done)
2. Clear the room. (Not done)
3. Bring shoes for fixing. (there are 3 pairs. I've managed to spoil the heels. I wonder why.)
4. Organise 3 f07 for christmas class dinner . (Postponed to CNY period.)
5. Search for Canida's present (I got it a few mths back, kept it in a secret place so secret I can't find it now.)
6. Collect the watch I'd purchased. (over a month now and I'm still too lazy to go get it. maybe I'll get it on my birthday. Like a gift to myself you know?)
7. Miscellaneous...

-A wooden rabbit door-stopper from Sean. Not tat I need it anyway. All the clutter can barely keep my bedroom door closed.
- Clothes from yesterday. They still smell good. Maybe I can wear it for my date with Yinghui later. Heh. Just kidding... I'm amused by my dry droll.

5. How can u live in this dump and not do anything about it!?

Beats me. I guess I've piled up so many clutters I became immune to them. It didnt happen overnight afterall! Ah. Shits. I'm bothered. The mind says DO IT! But the hands do not cooperate.

6. Tell of the horrors of horrors.

U know I've this "fake wall" that separates Canida's room from mine? The real wall's been knocked dwn to maximise space for Canida's wardrobe. Like hello??? I'm the one who needs the bigger closet. Besides, the back of her wardrobe is growing mould and guess what? It's growing mould while facing my room. Damnit. I have tried to get rid of them 3 times already. But there they are again! Sickening. It's giving me headaches. I've used almost all my antiseptic hand rub on them! Albeit expired... it ought to be of some use.
I dunno what else to do. Help please!
My plant outside my window is shrivelled and the soil has become so hard u can kill a bird with it.

7. What are u gonna do about the mess?

I shall not be a sloth. I will clear it. Shall make room for myself, enough to do a lil dance. Honestly, I have no idea why the room ends up in such a state every time i clear it. If it's gonna be messy anyway, why bother?! Argh.. scrap the last sentence.

8. How do we know if u've repented?

Alrite. If u dont hear from me in One week's time... you'll knw that the mould has overtaken the room. And I'd have died in here, choking on mould. All hail the mould. whoo-hoo.


9. Anymore that we should know about?

Pls give me encouragement... That I will be a cluttery clumsy fool no more. And that I'll find a cure for the fake wall tat has hyphae rooted to it. U know what? I could use some help. Any "mould-exterminators" around?


10. Anymore?

Honestly... my room isn't that bad afterall! That's coz I just peeked into Canida's. Heh.
I wonder why Mommy's been nagging at me...


Alrite, I was being ironic. There's much to do. Look out for my room, the splendor awaits :)