The buzz on my hand woke me up. The soft whirl from the fan made me feel “worldly” again. Brought me back from a dream that I didn’t understand with people I never knew. As I moved, the pain at the joints, legs, and the back reminded me of my old age. I felt heavy, lumpy and shitty all at the same time. Aargggh so this is how it feels to be old!
Bam! I hit the pillow again. Let me sleep some more I’ll be okay in a few minutes. I told my lazy-self. As long as I were at the door by 6am I would be on time for Fajr at the surau. Not sure the exact time for azan but that’s the time limit I use everyday.
I felt eerily quiet and dull (for some reason) as I left the surau. The morning air was heavy as the darkness started to dispersed.
What am I going to do ? bored to the bones.
A few options :
1. Gardening (X)
2. Traveling long distance(X)
3. Traveling short distance( maybe to Shah Alam)
4. Eating out (X)
5. Sleeping (X)
6. Kdrama marathon( errm maybe not)
7. Grab a book and reread the title I like( maybe)
8. Do nothing (most likely)
9. Shopping(groceries done yesterday)
10. Baking (aha! Only if my sourdough starter came back to life)
As of now I would say 6 or 8 or 10……
Okay , realistically….. 8!
Happy cuti sekolah folks!
