I am SO FUCKING PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW.

My mom, sick of nagging us to do the housework, got a part time woman to come in and clean the house one afternoon. Because I had tuition in the afternoons, and then Jap after that, I couldn't stay to meet the lady, so I only saw my room late at night when I got home.

FUCKING KITANAI

Because the moment I walked into my room, I sensed that it was wrong. The furniture was in place, as per normal, and there was nothing obviously missing, but everything in my room screamed wrong! wrong! wrong! at me. Only when I closely observed the things on the furniture then I realised what was wrong.

THAT BLOODY BITCH MOVED AROUND ALL THE STUFF IN MY ROOM

Anyone who's seen my room knows how much stuff I have in it. AND EVERYTHING WAS IN THE WRONG POSITION. I started at my desk. My comics and books were in different positions from where I left them. My Neopets and Gundam figurines were in different spots. My CDs were stacked differently. And this really stung it for me: MY PHOTOS. My photo with my JC Lib Exco fell off its magnetic frame. My photo with Julian and Jordan in London, fallen on its face. My photo with my sec school gang at our old basketball court GONE later found behind the magnetic frame.

Now I was really in a panic. Then I noticed that the boxes of books and stuff I had beside my desk, plus the 2 new Ikea boxes of comics, GONE, shifted to either below my desk or near my cupboards. My bed, with my stuffed toys, [Dobby, Slipper, Chubby and Blake] my blanket, all shifted, and my blanket even insolently folded and tucked under my pillow. My little side shelf, where I kept my savings bank and the wooden bowl for my accessories, SHIFTED into different spots. [thank God the money still feels there] MY ENTIRE DALMATIAN COLLECTION, AND EVERYONE OF THEM WERE IN DIFFERENT POSITIONS. [And yes, I CAN tell.] The stuff on my black table, ALSO SHIFTED.

*Almost on the verge of screaming by now*

EVERY LITTLE MOMENTO OF MY LIFE SHIFTED FROM ITS ORIGINAL SPOT.

And in my state of panic, my mother came into my room, and remarked, "Wah, you know how long she took in your room? 2 hours leh!"

*hysterical and jumping up and down* I DIDN'T ASK FOR HER TO SPEND 2 HOURS OF HER FUCKING LIFE IN MY ROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[and now, as pissed as I was, I wasn't pissed enough at that point of time to scream my head off at my mom at 1130 at night]

I WAS HAPPY WITH MY ROOM!!!!! I HAD THINGS THAT WAY BECAUSE THAT'S THE WAY I LIKED IT!!!!!!!!! I WAS FINE WITH THE DUST AND THE DIRT IN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I HATE PEOPLE TO MOVE AROUND MY STUFF LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU DON'T LIVE IN MY ROOM, YOU DON'T SLEEP IN MY ROOM, YOU DON'T EVEN WALK INTO MY ROOM, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TELLING ME HOW MY ROOM SHOULD BE LIKE?????? IS IT NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU TO MESS AROUND WITH MY LIFE, MY CAREER, NOW YOU HAVE TO MESS AROUND WITH MY STUFF????????????????????????????????

In case you guys didn't realise by this point, YES I'M FUCKING MAD. My room is my sanctuary. I keep stuff because everyone of those pieces of junk in my room has memory, has sentiment attached to it. It's there because it's special to me. When I go to other people's houses, unless they're really close friends of mine for years, I don't touch their stuff, EVER without their permission. I respect property rights, and I respect others' property.

THIS WOMAN DIDN'T RESPECT MINE. AND MY MUM HAS THE CHEEK TO INSINUATE THAT I SHOULD BE GRATEFUL SHE'S SPENDING HER TIME DISRESPECTING MY THINGS.

My mom even told me that she had to pay the lady for it, and I didn't chip in. WELL IF I DIDN'T PAY FOR IT, THEN WHY ON GOD'S NAME SHOULD I ENJOY THE PLEASURE OF HER SERVICES? If that's the case, I'd rather NEVER chip in the cleaning fund and wallow in my own dirt AS LONG AS NO ONE EVER ENTERS MY ROOM AGAIN.

Oh God why did you have to let this saturday night end like this......................................................