There is nothing more spectacular than waking up on a Sunday morning facing a beautiful hue of the sky (trust me when I say that it is akin to a miracle after going through a record-breaking blizzard), fully rested at 10 A.M., basking in the after effect of watching Cairo Time and viewing Lynn Crawford's "Pitchin' In" on Food Network.
It's true what they say, the morning is truly fantastic if one gets a chance to behold it. I feel like working out, running outside despite the chilling weather, cooking myself a hearty breakfast and even clean my room! None of these urges are normal. For me.
I have sincerely lost the ability to write ever since I got my internship, got insanely obsessed over my fitness, and have come home so exhausted from the commute that writing has become the last thing on my mind. Instead I'm frantically fussing over Youtube vidoes of make-up tutorials, scrounging through the Internet for hijabi friendly websites and trying make a routine out of Yoga - and of course trying to find a cheap yoga mat because I do not want to splurge on one from Lulu Lemon given that they are immeasurably overpriced.
If anything, my in-coherency should point to my recent lack of reading literary novels and resorting to chick lits instead. What can I do? They're more addictive than cinnamon candy hearts.
Cough Syrup - Young the Giant
these pictures are taken from Mortgraphics
