possessless

i just realized that my room is the only room that never been locked whenever i'm not home. i guess there is nothing priceless inside it. ( iya aku nggak ada apa2). Not like any other rooms has a lot in it. eh no. wait. the master bedroom must have a lot of treasures.. what am i saying..oh yeah. exceptional case.but anyhow, i thought of changing the lock whatsoever, but it just doesnt seem necessary, not now anyway.or i prolly just don't have anything to hide. except for my scorpion that i haven't fed for a month underneath my bed. i do have a secret. i believe a secret is not meant to be told. once you tell a person, therefore it is not a secret anymore. ( ak mmg kedekut..bluekkk) hmm..what the heck.. nothing last forever. same goes to the thing i posses. sometimes i got tired when i have to protect what is mine. ok i should stop. now i felt like a pathetic person who owns nothing.

eh kejap.

i do own one thing. my thought.

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.

bolehlah tu..