Winter Holiday : The Beginning
Winter holiday is finally here. My last class yesterday ended earlier than usual. I headed back home with smile all over. The weather was just nice to bloom the happiness all around. Once I stepped into the house, my housemates were getting themselves ready to go to the examination hall. I wished them all the best. Actually, I had pasted a sticky note on the front door wishing them All The Best before leaving to the hospital in the morning. And we promised to have our dinner together at our sushi hang-out place.
The first thing I did was to check my laptop. A routine to me. A few windows of YM waiting for my reply. Only 1 attracted me most. A short discussion I can say but it did bring the good old days back. Alhamdulillah.
Zohor time, I stopped for a while and prayed and Wanie told me that we’ll be leaving around 3 pm to the sushi place. The rest will be waiting there after their exam finished. After Asar, I prepared myself and pity me, I wore the black-pink Adistar80 pair of mine, not the white Adidas pair of mine. Ouch. Not even 500 meters away from the hostel compound, I could feel the pain irritated my left leg. Hmm. I really have problem with my left leg I suppose.
And finally, I’ve withdrawn the money for January outlays. I purposely made it a bit extra as a reward for myself to satisfy anything that I would have been desired all this while. I have 1 good reason why I CAN do that.
I fasted yesterday. When we reached there, it’s almost 3.30 pm. We hit them all at the basement and started ordering the meals. Masya Allah. I never expected that the girls could eat that much. Seriously. All of them are 2 years younger than me except Fiza. She’s 1 year older but is now in the 3rd year. Thus considered as my junior as well. They all havocked the place with such a ruinous sound. As an old people there, me and Fiza didn’t talk much except that when I told a joke about the sea lion guy. Kecepak kecepak. Hihi. The meals arrived rightly when it’s Maghrib time. And this time, I eat much lesser than my previous visit. I’ve lost 2 kg within this 2 weeks. Can anyone tell me how to increase my appetite? I really have killed my taste buds since I started to see the world fulls with flaws. Hmm. I should change the mind, I reckon.
On the way back, some of us decided to go to the St. Basil and The Red Square to snap some pics but for me, I really have to go back. May leg was in pain. I needed not to walk more. I needed to sit. The better is to keep my body fully in horizontal position. I needed my bed.
Reaching home half an hour later, I prayed Maghrib, recited Yaasin, ma’thurat and then Isyak. While reciting Yaasin, I was sleepy to the max till I dropped the Yaasin and ma’thurat booklet twice on my lap. Masya Allah. I was just too tired.
My sleep was pleasant for the 1st 30 minutes but then a long distance call from a friend in Malaysia woke me up. Coolness. Happiness. Hehe. But whatever it was, I still have to wake up since my stomach was in pain because of the yougurt I drank in the evening. I just can’t stand yougurt drinks lately. Woke up, then we roommates had our supper with Diba’s home made pizza. She promised us to bake it since last week. Mission completed. *Grin*
How does the story of the very starting of my holiday sound? It’s kind of having the enjoyment of a large income! Everyday promises good auspicious circumstances. Can’t wait to treasure it more. Today (in the morning of course), I’m going to the Dom Knigi (The Books House) at The New Arbat Street with Fatt and Mily. I have these 3 books in my list to grab:
1) The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
2) Rules by Cynthia Lord
3) Better Than Good by Zig Ziglar
I’m hoping that my holiday will be a very relaxing, stress-free, informative and worth-surfing-sleeping-eating month for me. Books. I need books. I want more! And more!
Note: Al-Fatihah to the late Grandmother of Azwan Ngali who passed away a few days back.
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Hari buat dia:
76) Little men with little minds and little imaginations go through life in little ruts, smugly resisting all changes which would jar their little worlds. (Zig Zaglar)
