I hate it when people reorganize my stuff. I always lose track of where I’ve placed certain items, and results in temper tantrums.

A few weeks ago, our nanny reorganized my things and now I’m missing a couple of books. I’ve looked everywhere for it – rifled through cabinets containing my mom’s weight loss supplements, looked through our camphor chests and even my older brother’s shelves. No luck.

I hope those books surface soon. I really would like to reread them, and I’m very obsessive-compulsive when it comes to my beloved books.