After months of enduring the sight of cobwebs on my ceiling, dusts on my bookshelves and all sorts of garbage on top of my drawers and at the back of my door or just anywhere in my room, I finally decided to get rid of all the crap I've hoarded for months of being a sloth.
Oh. It felt so nice sleeping on clean bedsheets and laying my sleepy head on clean pillow cases. Whoa. It may be embarrassing for a young lady like me to admit it but, well, yes. I have lived in a totally untidy, dusty, trashy bedroom for months now. I tried to count in my head and I couldn't even type the exact number of weeks (months to be honest) that had passed since the last time I held a broom and swept my floor.
My fan looked really ancient with all the dust it accumulated. My shelves seemed like it was built way back in the Japanese era. And my floor, well I don't even want to tell you how it felt walking on it barefooted.
The last weekend was two days longer and though I've been thinking of cleaning my room since Friday, I ended up cleaning, sweeping, wiping and sneezing the dust off every part of my room instead of studying last night.
Lol.
A lower score in exchange of a clean and tidy room? It may sound impractical but really, I think I'm glad I cleaned my room instead. At least, I could now study, and breathe a fresher air.
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