I am too fastidious on one hand but very untidy on the other one. In appearence, I am being in an untidiness, but in my mind everything is in a harmony and disciplined. This is astonishing even for me. You can see how that table is untidy. Drawers are also same. But ask me one thing, I will certainly find it easily and immediately even if my eyes are closed. My life also seems as untidy as all those things. I feel myself asfragmanted in a hurry. Howewer I am able to live in a clock order. I do even not know when the poem comes out. Such as an officer. My way of life needs that.