Saturday, August 23, 2008//12:06 AM

What lurks in your room?

So. The Auncles (aunt & unc) are staying or the night tomorrow and mum's all in a flutter cleaning. I can almost swear she's like Molly Weasley. But I won't. I was forced to clean my own junk, and you'll be surprised what lurks in my room. And of course, the occational pang of bittersweet and remiscent memories came while sorting through my gunk of junk. Or junk of gunk. Meh. Whatever fits. I'll be your tourguide for the day, and take you on a trip around the room that a loft princess resides in. This room is also known as The Ice Loft. I have no idea why. Perhaps we should consult the owner when she is not in a slumber and ask her politely. But beware! Any traipsing caught by the owner will be dealt a most horrible punishment. Yes ladies and gentlemen, she is as ferocious as the Ice Monster in Neopets. Please hang unto the handrails and try not to trip.



Here we see the bookshelf. Littered with knickknacks of course. The ring-bound books are devotion books and "princess" journals which contains the haunting records of days long gone.

Here lies the desk. The owner actually used to sit here and do her work. That was almost 6-7 years ago. Now it houses more knickknacks.

Ah! The one piece of art that me as a tourguide/explorer am proud of! This papercut was when the loft princess was 14. Beauty, ain't it?

One of the ancient drawers, where its really old skool. Zee famous 1st pair of sticks with the Vic Firth one that came along with the kit. Now she only uses Trav's to play.

Here is a more recent stash/drop off point of textbooks and worksheets from the polytechnique. Bags can also be seen littered around this area.

Here remains the remnents of the resident's childhood. That Mickey Mouse plushie right at the back was the 1st EVER plushie received, mum says. I have so much toys and plushies this entire cupboard used to be filled, and there were packed boxes right on top on this cupboard. I think they were eventually given away. Ah wells.

And here lies all of the owner's deepest darkest secrets. Scrapbooks and diaries and photo albums dating back to 1998 I reckon. This drawer is hardly opened as the victim will be engulfed in a weird aura and will be compelled to dig through the contents of this drawer and sit here for hours reminiscing. Not good when you're busy.

Now its used to hold movie stubs and oh! hello there! Those little puppies were mine when I was, oh I can't remember. This drawer is still their home. One of their bellies has a wide gash and I think I cried then. I can't remember if mum sewed it back. I don't touch them anymore.

Oh, the famous Ariel diary! Contains the simple ramblings of a certain 8-10-ish girl. The flowered book beneath contains the current ramblings and stuck-on objects of events. Unfortunately it has been lying dormant for the last 20+ months.

And here's the poor 2nd hand guitar that was used by its curent owner only a few months. Now it's a dust magnet. The big red box contains the horrors of secondary school. Endless rims of worksheets. I have no idea why no one's disposed of them.

All hail the drawer that resides on top of the "memories" drawer previously explored. The infamous CHOPE tissue packet, Fossil box and Mighty Beans are just some of the residents here.

Here is another of her artworks. This one dates back to 2001/2002. A paperweight rock that was supposed to be painted and decorated. Here we see the definition of "cool" graffitti according to the 11/12 year old girl then. It looks old skool, if I may say.

Oh, these purple cups are more recent. Purchased by an acquaintance in 2006, this pair of cups were decorated in school and actually resided on the owner's desk in school for weeks. They were eventually relocated to the desk in her room. Now it houses junk. Note the awesome pink Blink clip on the left.


Zee posters that covered her walls for the longest time ever. We can almost see the ghost of the person that she used to be in them. Ok, i think she's still the same. Pretty much.

We have come to the end of the exploration. The more dangerious trips around the room might not be approariate for the faint hearted. Thus, please make yourself scarce now. Thank you.




Buzz beer, anyone?