mood agitated

I want a portable shell home i can carry all around

I think i am really obsessed with this minimalistic living thing. It's been on my mind for a few weeks already and it all started with me successfully selling some of my clothes online. Now i just want to get rid of EVERYTHING. roughly a week ago, an exasperated keiko would periodically walk into my room to find clothes strewn all over my bed together with a bigass long ruler (for measurements) and she would know i have been putting up more stuff to sell.

And then it was buaya week, where -yay- i could get rid of some stuffed toys from gift exchange or whatsoever which i never found any use for. man, it felt damn shiok to get rid of those.

maybe it is cos i know what kind of shit is awaiting me at the end of this year, when i need to pack 7 years' worth of stuff compact enough so that i could put it safely somewhere, maybe my auntie's place, while i go to brisbane, without having people gasp at how much junk i have.

And then now, i am digging through my music folder and deleting songs from thirteen generations ago. like.. celine dion. *shudders*

this is madness. it's like, the more things i've gotten rid of, the more i want to dump. minimalistic living. way to go!









and then when i go to bangkok next month i am gonna bring back one more mountain of clothes to sort. so err actually whats the point right...........