Greatly motivated by my best bud who took the entire night to tidy up her room, I thought I should to - you know.. for a more conducive working-cum-sleeping-cum-stoning environment?

And so I tried to tidy my room, and the key word here is tried. And that explains the half-hearted attempt in clearing my room.

One big IKEA bag of old bags and clothes, a 5 kg stack of magazines dated back to 2003, and a kinokuniya bag worth of old school notes later, I gave up.

Is my house a vacuum, or is my house a vacuum? Cos everywhere I turn, there’s a layer of dust.

This can be a little harsh on a girl who doesn’t have much hair on her body - I kept sneezing.