Last night, I made up my mind to do something about the books that I wanted to sell some six months ago. So to say, I had allow such nonsenses occupied my mind for months, and no actions were taken against them. This morning, I woke up with a blast of energy to conquer my procrastination. I took out the books from the bag, and was actually turned off by the amount of dust on the bag. Why do I delay such "pain" when I can actually do it half a year ago? - Procastination, sucks. Some books were deformed after staying in the bag for such long period, thus making taking photos of them rougher. About my idea of owning books: I love books, especially love buying them. Owning them makes me feel "clever" - FAKE IMPRESSION. I always told myself that I will read the books that I've bought, but it never happen. Never. I can buy up to 3 books at one time, and this bad habit has been going for years. The population of books in my house started to grow and a grow, and only...