Painted

My room is painted. It smells like paint. It feels like new room. Due to the process, a lot of stuffs are shifted and it gives me reason to rearrange this place. I have a lot of books and I don’t know where to put them. I have lots of paper too and I need to throw unused documents. Seems like I’ll be busy tomorrow. But, for now, let’s try new be position. Ahaa!
Well, I had chance to clean up and re-arrange my room after being re-painted. I never expect to have so many shoes. When I said many, it’s not like Imelda Marcos’ collection. I just have a little more than a dozen, which is pretty a lot for me because I don’t use them often. They just stand still on top of my closet. Waiting, probably.