One of the goals I intended to accomplish is to clean my room. This happens only twice a year due to the fact that I can’t breathe every after cleaning. Bronchioles constrict, rashes appear, itches, well… itch. You do not want to see me after cleaning. More so, you do not want to see my room before cleaning.
What I do enjoy about cleaning though is that I get to browse some of my old stuff – magazines, books, notebooks, planners, etc. Ah, the memory and happy times. I just wish they didn’t accumulate nasty dust that can give me serious asthmatic attacks.
Bunch of K-Zones and Questors. Those are really old! Above: Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens, Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh (I have to find a way how to understand this book), Falling Man by Don DeLillo, Pictures of Hollis Woods by Patricia Reilly Giff, Bakit Baligtad… by Bob Ong, Deception Point by Dan Brown, and Veronika Decides to Die by Paolo Coelho
Acads, self-help, devotionals, business
Ah, nostalgic. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to take a long, deep breath. My lungs are still not cooperating.
Chi is flowing properly now.