The Cluttered Room

  My mother would always scold me whenever she enters my room. “Can you call yourself a lady?! How can you be so organized with school/office stuffs when you can’t even tidy up your room?!” she would tell me.

I admit it- I can be pretty obsessive-compulsive when it comes to my things when I’m out of the house, but it’s because I’m afraid of the hideous bacteria/germs/virus that can infect me. I’m so immune with the ones in my room so I don’t have to bother as much.

We don’t have any house helper so we are somehow obliged to clean our own rooms. My sister is lucky. When she was booted out of her used-to-be room she went to stay with our aunt. No wonder she don’t talk about cleaning the room. I, on the other hand, am very busy with lots of things- like what to sell online, looking at the profiles of those people who viewed my Friendster, reading and irritating my sister. I’m that busy that I could hardly find time to clean my room regularly.

During normal days my room is such a mess (see pictures). I prefer darker shades of bed sheets so dirt won’t be that obvious. My dresser is hardly used so most of the time the mirror is covered with dust. The study table doesn’t look like one. You can find all sorts of things on it such as candy wrappers, bags, newspaper articles, map of the world, 50-year-old dictionary, etc… My walk-in closet doesn’t serve its purpose because it’s more like a storage room where you can find empty perfume bottles, rocks, dust bunnies, golf balls and chardonnay bottles with tiny stars in it.

No matter how my room looks like, I love it and wouldn’t want to transfer rooms.