Sleepless in Bangsar

FOR the last few months, my house has been a mess. I cringe to imagine what must be going through my dad’s mind, house-proud man that he is. You see, we have just had a built-in cabinet put into my room and to do that, everything had to be packed away into boxes and removed. It has been months since, but I have yet to unpack and the boxes remain partially hidden behind the sofa. 

It is not that I am lazy; I just see little point in doing it. After all, chances are that barely a year or so from now, everything would have to be packed up again because I would probably be doing something else to the room, like painting it. House improvement, it seems, is a disease in Bangsar.