...but sometimes shafts of light grace the corners of our room

I took these photos at a time when my room was much cleaner. For all my friends who live too far away for the privilege of stepping inside my humble abode, I present to you:

my bedroom
As you reach the door at the end of the hallway, you may get a glimpse inside, depending on whether I have locked it from the inside.

Don't be deterred from the visual eye sore that is, a pile of books on a coffee table, and dirty laundry....


where the magic happens (*grins*)
yes...I know I don't have a valance... Just messy flat sheets. King Single beds are near impossible to cater for. I am thankful for this free bed. I had to make do with an air mattress...FOR MONTHS... It was hell on my back.Especially when the bed would take the liberty of deflating in the night and leaving me lying on the floor with just a flat, thin, airless stretch of plastic under me.



Here is where I keep my trinkets and things. I like the idea of using breakfast trays instead of a dresser. The mirror behind it leans against the wall, and is taken from an old detached wardrobe door...


note guitar ( for indie cred :] )

I wasn't allowed to have a T.V growing up. Because it would detract from my studies. My uncle used to lock away the antenna in the living room too, so I couldn't lounge in the living room whilst watching the box after school. I saved up enough to buy a small television. Which my brother and I carted home on the bus, taking turns to carry and heave it. We snuck it in the house while my grandma was in the bathroom. I managed to keep a tv in my room for MONTHS.. (It was easy to do) I just had to watch it at minimum volume. One day she walked by and saw I had a T.V and sort of shrugged " huh, a television" ....then she walked off...





note: pretty white matching furniture. Before begrudgingly moving back into my Dad's place, I used my saved up "bond" and "rent" money to splurge at ikea. I never actually owned any NEW furniture growing up. So I'm glad I got to buy some for myself eventually. WORK HARD KIDS.... and you too can have this! (Extreme Kudos to the boyfriend for helping me move and make the stuff. )

Yeah there is a heap of junk under my desk ( and I hate my chair!)


and a bit of what you may find on and around my desk. I tacked a few doodles On the wall. Sometimes I draw. Always pretty girls though....

Thank you, I hope you enjoyed your virtual tour of my bedroom.