So here's the deal.
For about 2 years (3 I think), we finally moved into a house of our own.
And it's pretty nice, 3 floors and lots of glass and stuff.
but, problem is, there's only 5 bedrooms (1 for the maids, 1 for the guests)
that leaves 3 rooms. The masters bed room, one room for my brother.. then
ONE ROOM FOR ME AND MY SISTER.. (share)
and I hate it hate it hate it!. anyone who knows me in real life knows that I hate my sister. (but thats another issue)
So now I share a room with my sister.
2 beds in one room. and no space for me. I'm the kind of person that requires privacy. especially from my family. I have a lot of secrets.
How can I lock the door at night if my sisters keeps going in and out?!!?
She has all these stuffed animals in her bed. And if one falls, she comes running at me ready to punch (that biatch)
She's the type who wears pink frilly stuff and keeps on asking senseless questions.
ANNOYING!
now lets move on to the room itself.
Its white. plain. boring.
it has a big built-in closet placed at the wrong place.
2 big windows and 2 small ones. you're probably thinking that "oh windows! fresh air and light!"
I hate light in my room. The air ain't fresh cause theres a high way outside my window.
I hate complaining but the room just ain't me.
If I had my own room, it'd be having these warm colored walls but cool to the eye kind of thing. curtains and that old vintage feel.
I hate modern houses that just looks plain. its dead inside.
this might be a house and a home for my family..
but for me, It's just a house. not a home.
That's cause I grew up in an old house. Stayed there for 12 years (I'm 14 btw)
that house belonged to my grandmother (godbless her soul) and it had the perfect feel.(well maybe I would have tweaked it up if it were up to me)
but It was better than this white concrete box with glass I live in.
It had wood. finely carved wood. Had an old piano and vintage antique furniture.
too bad I can't go there anymore and feel that homey feeling anymore.
My crazy (yes, she really is crazy, not-in-a-good-way crazy) aunt changed it. Turned the elegant curtains into colorful polka doted drapes. places rainbow colored cushions on my favorite wooden seats.
I just hate it.
so now I'm trying to put a little bit of me in my(I mean mine and my sisters' confused ) white boring room. But thats kinda hard. 'cause I know "me"
And "me" can't fit into a small room and share with a bratty sister.
"me" is also not cheap and wants to change the beds(which my father says is a waste if we're just gonna throw out so I bet he won't like it if I throw them out) and move that unmovable closet. I also wanna remove that dresser.
I seriously think that my father only thins about the price and the space when he buys furniture for my( I mean our) room. I mean why the hell would be buy an old looking dresser for a modern white room?
I just want my own room.
I want it too look vintage
and I want it now
gonk For about 2 years (3 I think), we finally moved into a house of our own.
And it's pretty nice, 3 floors and lots of glass and stuff.
but, problem is, there's only 5 bedrooms (1 for the maids, 1 for the guests)
that leaves 3 rooms. The masters bed room, one room for my brother.. then
ONE ROOM FOR ME AND MY SISTER.. (share)
and I hate it hate it hate it!. anyone who knows me in real life knows that I hate my sister. (but thats another issue)
So now I share a room with my sister.
2 beds in one room. and no space for me. I'm the kind of person that requires privacy. especially from my family. I have a lot of secrets.
How can I lock the door at night if my sisters keeps going in and out?!!?
She has all these stuffed animals in her bed. And if one falls, she comes running at me ready to punch (that biatch)
She's the type who wears pink frilly stuff and keeps on asking senseless questions.
ANNOYING!
now lets move on to the room itself.
Its white. plain. boring.
it has a big built-in closet placed at the wrong place.
2 big windows and 2 small ones. you're probably thinking that "oh windows! fresh air and light!"
I hate light in my room. The air ain't fresh cause theres a high way outside my window.
I hate complaining but the room just ain't me.
If I had my own room, it'd be having these warm colored walls but cool to the eye kind of thing. curtains and that old vintage feel.
I hate modern houses that just looks plain. its dead inside.
this might be a house and a home for my family..
but for me, It's just a house. not a home.
That's cause I grew up in an old house. Stayed there for 12 years (I'm 14 btw)
that house belonged to my grandmother (godbless her soul) and it had the perfect feel.(well maybe I would have tweaked it up if it were up to me)
but It was better than this white concrete box with glass I live in.
It had wood. finely carved wood. Had an old piano and vintage antique furniture.
too bad I can't go there anymore and feel that homey feeling anymore.
My crazy (yes, she really is crazy, not-in-a-good-way crazy) aunt changed it. Turned the elegant curtains into colorful polka doted drapes. places rainbow colored cushions on my favorite wooden seats.
I just hate it.
so now I'm trying to put a little bit of me in my(I mean mine and my sisters' confused ) white boring room. But thats kinda hard. 'cause I know "me"
And "me" can't fit into a small room and share with a bratty sister.
"me" is also not cheap and wants to change the beds(which my father says is a waste if we're just gonna throw out so I bet he won't like it if I throw them out) and move that unmovable closet. I also wanna remove that dresser.
I seriously think that my father only thins about the price and the space when he buys furniture for my( I mean our) room. I mean why the hell would be buy an old looking dresser for a modern white room?
I just want my own room.
I want it too look vintage
and I want it now
