So, in the end, we did go Ikea. You know, I'm beginning to think every single thing there is so pretty that it actually fools you into getting them although there is no apparent reason for it. Like for example, I bought this thingy. Okay 2 thingys from the "home organisation" section and you see, for someone who has been in my room, they know that is exactly where I should head to.

Anyway, so, I bought this really nice organisation thingy that hangs down your wardrobe and you're supposed to get its separate drawers kinda thing, which I got 4. And, in the end, it doesn't fit the height of my wardrobe.

Oh wait for it. It gets better. And then, I bought another organisation thingy that I intended to fit into my drawer in my wardrobe so I could sort my earrings from my purse from my socks from my sweater from my hamsters... you know that kinda thing. And in the end, (on 3 everyone!), it doesn't fit.

Like I want to slaaaaap my beautiful face know.

This whole thingy got me thinking that I actually fight for the things that I am told I cannot get although I need it for absolutely nothing. My aunt actually told me not to get the drawer organising thingy because it will collect dust and for all I know, cockroaches will make porno there (she didnt actually said porno, i took the liberty to infer) cause I have this strange habit of never closing the doors.

I never really liked it that much though but because she went on and on and on about it, I decided to get it. Just because I could.

Like tonight, we were out for dinner and I was so freaking famished, I couldn't care less where we were heading to. Then I told my mom and she said no and my father said no after 9 minutes I asked the question and 8 minutes my mom said no. And I wasn't really that angry but I decided to get angry just for the fun of it and my father said no again when I actually didn't say anything and my mom finally gave in about 45 minutes later.

And I wasn't really craving for ramen. It's because I was bored and it was so much fun to see my father getting annoyed over trivial things and my mom finally giving in after a long long arduous fight. And to see how long I could push this nonsense... oh trust me, I'm damn good at this.

Oh my god, now that it is written down, I.am.a.freaking.monster. I sound so manipulative... almost verging on psychotic. Alamak.

But go try it out on your parents. Its quite fun... and this is coming from someone who thinks not bathing for a week is the coolest shizzzz. Go figure.

I need to stop being so bored.