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I'm sitting in a painted wooden chair at the desk in my room. The desk is an antique, I think it belonged to my mum's aunt's dad, or something like that. It used to have a polished wood finish, but mum painted it to go with the colours in my room. Now it's creamy coloured, with a layer of blue paint underneath, so there are patches of light blue where the topcoat has rubbed away. My desk is very cluttered. Most of the mess is just passing junk, which will be gone when I get the chance to move it: shopping bags with receipts and loose change in them; batteries and chargers; books I was lending to a friend; hair straighteners which have just been repaired with masking tape, and tons of pens, pencils and scraps of paper. All of this stuff I'll throw away or put in a box somewhere.
Some of the things on my desk are important to me, though, like the old mirror that belonged to my great-aunt, which used to have a comb with it... but I lost that. Or the notebooks that are scattered here and there, filled with my ideas, sketches and small insights into my mind. (I love finding old notebooks and diaries, because however embarrassing it is to read them sometimes, it's nice to look back and see what I was thinking at the time. It's funny to read things I worried about, and to know that they've turned out okay now. Reading them helps me, because I realise that whatever I'm nervous about now will most probably turn out just fine).

Most important to me are the photos and pictures tacked to the sides of the desk and the wall behind it. Everything that is important to me is in those pictures. My family on holiday, my sister's first birthday, school trips in primary school. I have pictures of clothes from magazines, photographs I have seen and loved the feel of. There are prints of flowers and one of a geisha, newspaper and magazine clippings which were interesting, or funny, or just appealing in some way. I'm a little ashamed to admit the odd picture of actors or other celebrities who I've had a crush on... but I'm definitely not as bad as some of my friends in that respect. Surrounding all of these things I love are the photographs which are most common and which I treasure the most: pictures of my friends.

My desk is basically my life story, abridged and squashed into furniture form. You could probably find out a lot about me by rifling through the drawers. I like that on any given day I can find something to make me laugh or remember something from the past. I dread the day when I leave home, and have to throw out a load of my 'rubbish' to make space in my room for whatever it will be used for. Because it's not 'rubbish' to me, it's my life.

Description
I'm sitting in a painted wooden chair at the desk in my room. The desk is an antique, I think it belonged to my mum's aunt's dad, or something like that. It used to have a polished wood finish, but mum painted it to go with the colours in my room. Now it's creamy coloured, with a layer of blue paint underneath, so there are patches of light blue where the topcoat has rubbed away. My desk is very cluttered. Most of the mess is just passing junk, which will be gone when I get the chance to move it: shopping bags with receipts and loose change in them; batteries and chargers; books I was lending to a friend; hair straighteners which have just been repaired with masking tape, and tons of pens, pencils and scraps of paper. All of this stuff I'll throw away or put in a box somewhere.
Some of the things on my desk are important to me, though, like the old mirror that belonged to my great-aunt, which used to have a comb with it... but I lost that. Or the notebooks that are scattered here and there, filled with my ideas, sketches and small insights into my mind. (I love finding old notebooks and diaries, because however embarrassing it is to read them sometimes, it's nice to look back and see what I was thinking at the time. It's funny to read things I worried about, and to know that they've turned out okay now. Reading them helps me, because I realise that whatever I'm nervous about now will most probably turn out just fine).

Most important to me are the photos and pictures tacked to the sides of the desk and the wall behind it. Everything that is important to me is in those pictures. My family on holiday, my sister's first birthday, school trips in primary school. I have pictures of clothes from magazines, photographs I have seen and loved the feel of. There are prints of flowers and one of a geisha, newspaper and magazine clippings which were interesting, or funny, or just appealing in some way. I'm a little ashamed to admit the odd picture of actors or other celebrities who I've had a crush on... but I'm definitely not as bad as some of my friends in that respect. Surrounding all of these things I love are the photographs which are most common and which I treasure the most: pictures of my friends.

My desk is basically my life story, abridged and squashed into furniture form. You could probably find out a lot about me by rifling through the drawers. I like that on any given day I can find something to make me laugh or remember something from the past. I dread the day when I leave home, and have to throw out a load of my 'rubbish' to make space in my room for whatever it will be used for. Because it's not 'rubbish' to me, it's my life.