Today, I feel like writing, unfortunately I have no idea what I want to write.

Today I feel like drawing, but I forgot where I put my pencil and colours and even the sketching book.

Today I feel like baking, somehow I end up staring at the floor, the mess of the flour because I drop it.

Today I feel like sewing, still no scissor nor thread and nothing at all to start with.

Today I really feel like doing something, but I am just too lazy to move my feet.

Today I feel like going out somewhere, but see the cars on the road.. ahhh next time sajalah.

So I lay down on the sofa, with coffee and food on the side, watching movie after movie, doze a little bit, wake up , continue watch movie, doze again.. and it goes on and on and on..

So well that’s how I spend my entire day today. Very unproductive.

Then I know why… Its the workaholic syndrome only this time it continue for days. I hate working. Working is stress. But seriously talking, OMFG not working is hundred times worse. I feel like a pig. Shit.

Psst psst: Few more days not working, I totally am going crazy.