the kampong people are staying over at my house tonight. now i have to act all nice, demure and sweet. soft and sweet. like cotton candy. its not very easy. it doesnt come naturally for some people. huahuaa..and i have to be the gracious guest. they're prob gonna sleep in my room. and i'll sleep with the sisters.

speaking of my room, it's all cleaned up. i could prob move out tmr. the thing is, my parents cant be bothered with my stubbornness. so they decided to pack up my room FOR me.

yeahh which was prob whyy for the last few days it has been shit.

i have just come to a realisation that nothing stays yours for long. something you THINK you own/have, isnt really yours at all. your room isnt YOUR room. its just a room. you just happen to occupy the space. your 'stuff' isnt your stuff. they can be taken away from you. a friend might just leave and never talk to you again. a person you consider your bf/gf is totally full of cow shit if they told you they belong to you. i give you permit to physically assault that person. although jason mraz's "I'm yours" is total awesomeness. coz jason is pure awesome. but thats not the point. you have to remember that your bf/gf belongs to himself/herself..so its kinda illogical to give away something that was already previously owned and someone is still owning it. well if your bf/gf is a carcass then yeah he/she is yours. if you're into THAT kinda thing. anywayy catch my drift?

this is where i end off saying- all that you own is yourself and nothing else.

but then again that is if you're lucky lahh. you could be sick or infected by a deadly virus/disease. THEN you no longer have ownership of your body. coz it has been taken over by a bunch of microscopic being. so it is that moment of time that you have lost everything. THEN that individual might begin to have actual suicidal thoughts and even attempt on a few of them.

"we are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world"
Thank You Chuck Palahniuk.for summarising it all into one sentence. my world sends our gratitude.