It would be a prefect day if I could spend the morning on having a nice breakfast and reading any of the books which have stuck on my bookshelf for long. It would be a prefect day if I could cook myself a simple lunch and then tidy up my desk. It would be a prefect day if there were no deadlines, without any hustle and bustle. How nice it would be if I were still in Malaysia. How I wished time could be turning back for a week so that I could still kiss the sunshine of Langkawi. How I wished what waiting for me to back home was not a list of yet-to-finish task and hundreds of e-mail, but a day to rest. When will my prefect day come?
I hate being the one who is lagging behind. I hate being the burden of others.
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