In a nutshell, most of my plans backfired. My room is in a disgusting mess and probably toxic as well. It is nothing like how I have imagined (clean, welcoming, pleasant, warm, cozy). It smells like bleach (which only ruined the carpet). Once that goes away, I am expecting the musky smell to come back and linger until the landlady finally gets going. Yes, I can always build it up again... but it is heartbreaking to see all my efforts come crashing down like that.
It is a very tough lesson learnt (or to learn). I do wish that I prevented it/ noticed it earlier and kept it under control before it reached this stage. However, I am thankful that I still have time to adjust and make best of whatever I have now. Please be nice!
:)