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 a few of the books were actually read.
As of now, there are still a lot of unread books kept inside one of the storage containers.
After struggle with the photo takings, the next struggle is to upload the photos onto Carousell.
Certainly, the value of these books is only one-fifth to one-eighth of its purchased value.
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