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Weanne Myrrh. 20. Filipina Seventh-day Adventist.

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Sunday, May 10
Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus

Today, a miracle happened.

Today, I, Weanne Myrrh Razon Estrada, self-confessed scatterbrain, decided to clean my room.

I spent the entire morning, six hours, if you will, performing my cleaning ritual. I spent the greater part of the day messing the room up, as I unearthed all the items inside the cabinet, under the bed, on the table and inside the drawer.I sorted everything out according to eight categories: nursing stuff, memorabilia, priceless things from toks, other people’s stuff, useful things, unuseful things that will probably be useful in the future, unuseful things that will never be useful again, recyclables. With the first phase of my mission done, I proceeded to the next phase: organizing things.

I put all make – up on the dresser, deciding which items deserved to sit on top and which should just be hidden in the drawer. I organized all my nursing stuff (BP, steth, masks, books) in one designated area of the room. I placed all study items on my study table, all memorabilia in cute treasure boxes, each organized according to content, and all trash in the garbage bags. Not content with my organization, I re-organized my precious belongings until they were not only neat, but also pretty to look at too.

And on the sixth hour, I looked around the work I had done and I saw that it was good.

Except for the other half of the room. The other half belonged to my brother. It was a giant dump of rubiks cubes, gadgets, cords, clothes, notebooks and heaven-knows-what. So I screamed at him to come into the room and do his own cleaning.

And it took him precisely nine minutes to throw out his old stuff, stuff the not-so-useful items inside his cabinet, and display the useful ones on his table.

Men. Figures.

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