Ma room is filled with soft toys.I had planned for a give away for ma cousins but, every time i take ma self back to the memory lanes can't seem to separate them apart from ma life.Most of these teddies share ma deepest, darkest secrets and ya they give me company during cold nights.To part with them i believe is not an option no matter how hard i try . They should stay!!and i really don't care what ma room looks like with 7-8 furry creatures giving me company. Sometimes i rave about how unattached I'm with people and things and mom finds it quite not like me about arguing over a bunch of soft toys ,neither do i.No matter how hard you try to be unattached,deep down inside you still try to be that little kid screaming for attention.I act like a hypocrite at times,its love care and attention that i need and frequently fight for and when it comes my turn to repay here I'm...trying to question the whole concept of attachment.Well,the Archie's gallery stays!!!!!.Don't get fooled by the above picture,these are just the inmates in ma room they have their counterparts in different rooms, except in Bro's who finds the whole teddy bear thing "UN-MANLY"