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Lazy Day

It's winter...
It's holiday..
Sounds great, I really wish it will turn out as great as it sounds... so far.. Its been okay...

These few days...Somehow, I sort of realise that one of the things that is keeping me together is architecture... the workloads, flood of ideas that occupy my brain all the times, clear intention to turn on my computer.... they make me feel like.. myself...

Today... I decided to stay in... after a few days of great outings especially with Oya.. I just want to comfortably nest under my warmth quilt.. read a book with some chocolate biscuits and a glass of milk on my bedside table, accompanied by subtle music buzzing from my laptop... yeah.. I've been lazy... I also browse through websites and blogs trying to find some good poems to read... not many that I could find though.. how I wish I have one of A. Samad Said, Usman Awang or Chairil Anwar poeems compilation with... It's so sad to say that I don't even have any of those... :( ... Anyone who is unreasonably kind and would like to give me a present, Antologi Puisi by A Samad Said would be great.. hoohoo... (tak malu~)

From my bedroom window... I could see the muddy weather of winter... it's such a strange feeling to feel the movement of sun so vividly..I went to galleries to see and appreciate arts.. but unknowingly, being in my bedroom.. I could also feel and experience such a magnificent art by the Greatest Artist...MashaAllah... How ignorant I've become~

I love holiday.. I'm pretty sure.. everyone does.. but the excitement is on how to spend it.. I seriously envy those who could be with their love ones... but to fly back home.. might not be the best for me.. anyway.. I have plans... which will commence tomorrow inshaAllah.. So.. see how they go...

For those whose holiday has begun.. enjoy~





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