Since two days ago my house is painted. The whole interior is on project. Now the time is coming for my study room to be done, too. I was trying to pack all books—and knick knacks—in that room, and found out…it’s too much! This house has been inhabited by 4 peoples before. My eldest sister, second sis, and my bro. Thus, thank to all their ‘inheritances’…which I feel as a trespasser to just throw them away. Now, after all those years, particularly after 2 years abandoning this house, I need to gather all my energy to clean this 3x4 metersquare room, make it ready for repainting. I just successfully packed 3 boxes of books…only books. And there are still twenties—I hope—of them; exclude those old books from college... even highschool~ In addition to that, my bachelor degree final project maquette. Well yeah…too romantic to keep it, right? But everytime I remembered that it took me— plus Victor, Peggy and many other friends —2 sleepless night to build that, I feel so irresponsible to dump...
mostly fragments of live experiences from the eyes of me.