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Let’s talk about seasons…

Spring is leaving; I always love spring for its beauty… lying beneath the loveliest tree would always make my heart sing and dance. The wind is subtle… Whenever it caresses my face, I hear the voice of nature... but I haven’t seen my favorite sunflower yet this spring… the big one, almost a size of an XL saucer... I’ve seen one last two years… tp dah tak jumpa… =( Anyway, I wish spring would let me preserve some of its beauty in me… may I?

Summer is approaching; I don’t really fancy summer, it’s hot and dry… unlike Malaysia which is still hot but quite humid… and, people here wear less clothes on their body… it’s flesh everywhere… thank God I’m female… anyway kena jaga juga… but for the fact that its holiday… and I always go back to Malaysia during summer break… I couldn’t help myself but to love this season… tp tahun ni balik lambat.. sob**sob**

Autumn… my favorite! Hermmm.. I don’t really know… but out of the four… I love autumn the most… it’s a kind of feeling that comes without any specific reason… it almost like love… I suppose… For each falling leaf, it narrates a story of life, a crisp despair in the most enchanting manner… oh, mashaAllah!

Winter is when light looses and night wins. I always see winter as a very arrogant season. It makes me battle with the cold mercilessly... its either sleepless night or expensive electricity bill… I thank God that I’m here… in Melbourne, where winter is not as cruel as in Europe or US… despite of its arrogant… I find winter is still very likeable… because there is something about winter that resembles me… =) apa itu..? hehe..rahsia~

Anyway… each season has the good and the bad… like almost everything on the face of this earth… like any human character around us… (Except prophets, sbb mereka maksum)… Isn’t it normal… to like and dislike… but the best is to always appreciate the good and overlook the bad… don’t you think, so what is your favourite season?

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