Dear Readers

Some time not too long ago, you encountered a post by F.U. (HaHa F U...). And through this post she somehow managed to rev all of you up for a field trip to my room.

So you're curious about my room?

Some of you even threw across the theory, that I, THE Controlled chaos, have a room decorated with frills and the color pink. Maybe it is...

Maybe I have pink hearts covering my entire wall, with a bright pink bed and a lacey comforter, and unicorns dangling from the ceiling. And a carpet with pink butterflies and flowers.

Gosh golly if only you could see my room!












These rooms wouldn't even stand a chance!

And maybe I have four different guys in my house...

Or maybe I do have newspaper clippings ALL over my wall... And soon you will come to realize that the government is actually run by aliens from planet meow.

And frankly I can't care if I'm being lame P.I. (HaHa Pee!). And if I lose my friends because of my lameness, at least I'm not losing them from having a room so pink that they hurl.

Are you that curious about my room that you want to have a group field trip?
Go right ahead.

Just make sure to get your parental consent forms signed, and a waiver saying that neither me or my room will be held responsible for your health, mentally and physically.

And don't cry if you step on cereal or injure your foot by stepping on a pin.
And don't start whimpering when you find a greenish, black oozing sandwich or dishes from a couple months ago. Especially if you feel like you saw the "sandwich" move.
And don't start crying from the awful smell coming from my ever growing pile of laundry clothes.
And don't scream in pain every time you bump into or hit against a piece of my furniture. Or have something crash onto your head. F.Y.I if something does crash onto your head, you will be paying for the costs. (This will be included in the waiver)

Lovely to puke at Lovely to scream at the mold.
But if you break it Consider it sold!

And I will not be in a hurry to call 911 after you pass out or have a heart attack or whatever else possible syndrome involving the loss of consciousness.
And you may wish to leave as soon as you enter, in which case I may be tempted to keep you in my bedroom longer, to make you regret you decision. Again I will not be held responsible for any damages that occur during that time.
And if the "sandwich" has spores that may have entered your respiratory system....Wachya gonna do? Ask me to call 911 in a hurry?

I laugh at your naivety.

But not to worry, there are some things you don't have to worry about.

You can be grateful that the "sandwich" , my cat, myself and a couple of security spiders are the only living, moving things that can be found in my room. Actually my cat isn't too fond of entering my room, so the furry creature that you see is probably an older generation " sandwich". I call it "Ungu".

You can also be grateful that I will have unfinished packets of food, like chips or popcorn or candynfrom some time ago, in my room somewhere in the case you cannot escape from my room for some unknown reason.

And finally you WILL at the very least be able to satisfy your curiosity about the mystery known as my room.



P.S. Once you enter the room you can kiss any hopes of me serving bubble tea goodbye :-)