A place of stuffs that always remind me how I really loved tennis of which it had led me to years of fight and struggle.
A place which possesses the best king-sized bed in the world and the proofs that I was once a narcissistic toddler.
A place where I can grab toiletries or clean my self while I am still wandering in my dream.
A place in which it lies a bamboo carpet, the sacred spot where I can light ciggies, indulge myself into some soothing music, stumble upon ideas, and get some works done.
And of course, a place where my little sis and I are able to brutaly (s)talk about people all night long till we fall asleep.
