life after work is already boring enough. no friends to go out with, no where to go chill. why can't i have some entertainment of my own even at home?

found a 7ft foldable pool table, complete with a set of balls + 7 cues of different length on sale for less than 600buckaroos!! good deal isn't it?!

apparently my mom thinks it's expensive and don't even want to listen to me talk about it. she asked where to put if buy? so i said my room. space? dump away those unwanted stuff in the room, reconfigure furniture around, should not be a problem then.

oh please, i think i have complained thousand and one times that part of my room is chucked with stuff from donkey years ago. and currently, the living room has like luggages, mattresses, and dvd players lying around. gosh, where am i living at?! a pig sty? the storeroom is kept with 'god-knows-what' until there has absolutely no room to walk. i call it a warehouse, not storeroom.

can i like move out and live with minimal stuff?