Last time, if I remember well enough, I wanted a room for myself. I wanted privacy. I wanted to sit quietly in my room, singing as loud as I could since they wouldn't really hear me singing. Other than that, I wanted things on my own too. Suffice to say, I was selfish back then. Well, I finally had what I'd wanted all those years. Except now that I had it, I feel as empty as unkempt pool I am dangling my legs into. Now that I've realised, nothing as ever as important to keep or to store, I feel like I should now change the way I view life, I should prioritize, I should manage myself to not be such a pain in the buttocks to my friends and people surrounding me. I never realize how much I miss having a roommate until I've lost my roommate, OK fine, she doesn't leave me farther, she just moved to the next room, but hey, she is my roommate no more. So you see, what you want isn't really the best for you. Because you have this thing we called nafsu, which overpower your thoughts and your consciences, making you want things you don't really need. I suggest, you prioritize. At the end of the day, nothing will you bring together with you when you die.
Oh by the way, my memory card for my phone is damaged. I don't know what went wrong or should I pass the buck, but what I can muster is that I have no idea how to restore all my data. Yes. Call me a person-who-super-lacks-of-IT-knowledge, I just need my memory card to be a good boy back!