Somehow, it's gotten messy. More so than last time, still incomparable with a certain JC girl's. After all, i do not have notes that weigh kilos.

A 'walk-through' on the stuff on my desk, out of boredom.

On the bottom left is a power strip connected to the only socket in my room. The space between the strip & the laptop is where my phone & camera go when they're charged.

On the laptop, some ill-gotten stickers. The machine's connected to a mouse, earphones (i can't hear shit with ambience noise), power cord & ethernet cable to my modem hung under the table. The foolscap cardboard backing of a mouse pad's partially wet from a cold drink.

Behind the laptop, a Ikea lamp & space for me to push the laptop to when i have my meals while watching or reading on the computer.

The top left of the desk, souvenirs from Thailand awaiting distribution, nearby a dish of dried up lemon (supposed to freshen up the room), a paper tray with the NYP calculator partially hidden beneath.

The wrapped up object to the right is a "radiation absorber" placed at the insistence of my parents. Nearby, a Nissan calendar & a 40GB 2.5' HDD.

The right most section range from stuff i got from my stint at LAS, to secondary school doodles, to vest labels, alarm clock & its box, to 3 notepads & library books.

I feel less inclined to tidy my desk. I wonder why.

Along the same wavelength, i see no reason to make my bed each morning; other than to ensure the matress cover stays secured. It seems to serve no purpose. Well if it pleases the girls, so be it. But there's no girls to please in a long time to come.

Oh yes, the 3+ year old poster. It's Paine from Final Fantasy X-2. I still like her, albeit less intensely.