I painted...

...my room yesterday. Not the whole room with some kind of an emulsion paint.
I painted a picture. A picture of a leaf-less tree.

What did you do yesterday?

Presenting; the floor.

Just a few days ago, while I was 'in a way' reading my Chemistry book, my mum called me. First, she gave a a stare. It was one of those 'You're lucky I gave birth to you, or else' stare.
Then she said, "You listen here. The moment your SPM is over, I want you to clean up that room of yours from the top the the bottom! You hear?"
Turns out, she found out about my candy stash too, haha.

Well then today is the last day of SPM. So, when I reached home with a plan in my head to just get into my room and get some sleep; this was what that greeted me:

Can you believe it? My mum placed a broom, a dustpan and a black plastic bag in front of my room door! Indeed, she could get pretty precise on what she wants.

However, I do somehow understand why is she making such a big fuss about my room.

It looks like this:

There are like stuffs everywhere! Walking my room while trying not to step on any books is like an Indiana Jones movie. I wonder how I slept in here seriously. I've got books on my bed as well! Oh, now I remember how; before I retire for the night, I'll push down everything on the bed and just let them fall on the floor; then I sleep. And I called politicians pigs. haha

And here's a picture of the infamous messy study table:

Perhaps I study on books as well.

However, with my very magical super powers, **tada!**

Presenting; the floor!

Now it looks like it belongs to a human being, do you think?

p.s.: There were dust everywhere; I think I'll sneeze to death.

Heart-related.

Dear Father,

I hope that one day; I'll be able use that word without fear. The fear that I'll lose my heart. Right now; my heart feels like those electrons during photosynthesis. If I gave my heart away; will I get one in return?

Amen.