Hi, everyone! Happy May Day! I know it was yesterday but I guess better late than never, isn't it? 

Thanks to May Day so we are all have this extra a day off. As a worker, long weekend is such a perfect time for a great 'me time' or 'family time'. Don't you think three days is kinda a perfect duration to take a pause from this super busy-noisy world? Even when you only spend your days at home, the scenario of one day recharge, a day cleaning the house, and one last day for another recharge is pretty interesting. How is it? I think it's pretty fun! 

Trying to follow that unwritten rule (suka-suka gw), I slept all day long yesterday. I wanted to recharge my body, my mind, and my soul. I consciously aware that sleep is not on the only way to recharge my energy. There are more effective way like: taking a walk, talking to strangers, spending time with friends, or doing a hobby. Unfortunately, sleeping seemed like the most feasible option so I sleep like a crazy baby. I firmly believe I slept more than 12 hours yesterday. Was it nice? Of course nope, I considered it too much and it gave you 'more tired' senzation instead of 'fresh'. But yeah, I kept doing it anyway. 

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Today, the second day, I planned to go to the library to return the books that I borrowed. The result? Yeah... the angles know that it wasn't the first time: I didn't make it. I started my day too early (I swear I lied, I consider 7ish AM as early) because I made a mess on my bedsheet (yes, I'm on my period) so mau tak mau I had to handle that mess and took a bath. I also planned to do laundry. The reality? Yeah, till this second (now it's 4.25 PM) I haven't done it yet. I scrolled on my social media timeline, had a breakfast, and then sleep again for a nap at 11 and woke up at 1.30ish PM. I went to a minimarket, craving for coffee and sweet. After that, I felt the uncomfortable yet anticipated feeling: 'empty'. I wasn't alone but it felt like I was. I didn't know what to do and I was so frustrated about it. I opened my laptop but couldn't find any interesting thing. I listened to music but it felt like I wanted to do tipu muslihat to my own feeling: feeling sad and betrayed without any reason. I grabbed my coffee, sipping it, and tried to move my body through the rhythm of music. I sang a lil but in between and acted like a crazy one. Then, I remembered that I wanted to write something on my blog but my mind got blank and my fingers froze. In the world of writing, perhaps I faint. 

No more left books to read. No watercolors to do coloring. No friends to meet. No strangers to talk with. I know that I am trapped in the illusion of this world. Second day hasn't ended yet but I still do not know what to do to make this day becomes more meaningful. Wait, hold a second! Is life supposed to be meaningful everyday? 

I craved something to read then I opened medium. There, I found some vulnerable yet beautiful writings, the writings that I found myself can relate to: head full of thoughts, the acceptance of the solitude concept, contemplation of life, and et cetera. Oh what a complex mind, I thought. Now I think I wanna meet and talk to the author. I think I should put him on the 'Stranger-to-Meet List'. 

Oh Lord... what should I do next? Tomorrow supposed to be fun! I shall go out. I need to fill my sunshine dose. I need to move! I need to eat A LOT! I need to sit in a cafe! Oh God, I miss fika a lot. 

Will I make it? Hopefully.