In front of me lies a pile of nonsense which has been there since the computer came. Things that goes on my computer desk never leaves. Unless they happen to drop on the floor of course, in which case they might be picked up and transfered to the table behind me, where they will really never leave. It is like mess heaven. You spawn on the computer desk, as a mortal mess, and when your time has come, you will fall into the unknown, only to find yourself in mess heaven where you can meet your ancestors once again.

Of course these are not the only concentration of mess that I have made. There is one on my sofa, where my bags, files, water bottles and graphic calculator lives. Ever since the exams started, they have invaded the sofa for my convenience, and it shall remain that way until my sister finally complains about not being able to sit on it.

On my desk sits two mountains of stuff from school that I never use, and will probably never use. Some examples of the hermit mess that lives on this pair of mountains includes my Chinese notes and all the Ten-year series that I have bought. One day, when I decide that I need to call upon the help of the hermits, I would move them back to the mess in front of my computer, where they can spend the rest of their lives.

The last area of mess is right beside my bed. Whenever I am doing something right before I sleep, I would just dump it there when I get tired. The sad thing is that they probably get stepped on the next morning. The sadder thing is that I probably will not pick them up. At least I make sure that I do any art and craft thing with a scissors and a pen knife right before I sleep.