my room, polaroid style.

My room is my headquarters.
My room is where I concoct all my devilish plans.
My room is where I live, sleep, cry and blog.
This is my room.

Seen here: A part of my notebook collection, a part of my magazine collection, some books I own, the trash bin, my one and only pair of Chucks (I'm so poor), art materials, a small part of my bag

Seen here: My clock, the big mirror, daily stuff I bring to school, my stuffed monkey, a big piece of white cartolina and ET CETERA.

Seen here: The very very very old wardrobe. It's been around with my family for ages, I think.

Seen here: My pillows and my bed sheet. They do not ever match every time the maid changes them.

Seen here: My dad's office computer that was given to me by him.
Yes, I do have a pink Hello Kitty keyboard. Don't judge.

Seen here: A lot of bags, some used, some not so used.

Seen here: Two doors and a light switch.

Seen here: An illustrated portrait of my grandmother who passed away seven or eight years ago and my now eighty-five-year-old grandfather who I'm living with right now.
Their love story is a unique one. I'll tell you all about it sometime.

Seen here: The room across from mine which will be occupied by my brother when he starts college in June. Also seen here is the way to the staircase going downstairs.

So that's my room. There are a lot more quirky things in it that aren't seen in these pictures, but I only wanted to write about the major parts of it.

No, I don't have a polaroid camera. I just used a really awesome editing tool on the net.

Au revoir.