Bed is where the idea is

I woke up to the sound of my phone alarm this morning. Feeling sleepy in my blanket and the bed remain as a very lovely place to sleep. 'Why is it that the bed is always lovely during the morning?' I wonder why . 

'Why curiosity always takes place during morning?'

'And why morning is a great time for the brain to think?' 

favorite things makes happy dance inside me

Mr. Brain inside of us loves to work, doesn't he? Since today is a great sunday, I am thinking that I have left a very good friend of mine namely passion at the back of my mind sitting there, lonely, for these past few days.

...and, all I need to do is to write. 

something beautiful

Am searching for good photos to post. Some pictures of my brother's engagement in which I think during this time, I am a busy bee helping mama with the sirih junjung hantaran. We both hit up Petaling Street just to catch some pretty flowers for the hantaran and yes like always being the 'nerd' me of admiring old buildings I kind of took some pictures.

After a while looking at these photos, I don't want this great friend of mine sitting lonely, so I come up with something fast. Just a simple narrative poem with an epic and ballads on this heritage area so-called Petaling Street.

I hope you can crawl into your own skin into its very core just to get the feel of this area.
Hehe.

Enjoy.

I saw a chinese man drinks his coffee near the old lorong,

and his wife waves herself with a vintage 'kipas nyonya'.

I saw many flowers are being sold by the florists in Petaling Street,

And along this dark street dear love where we finally meet.

With these beautiful colours, 

I perceive the beauty of simplicity through everyday life teaches me.

Stepping my foot where clouds are above me,

Dreams are made of these.

Here is looking at you kid,

By walking you will find the idea,

By feeling you will get the answer.

-Nadiah Kzaman, 15 September 2013-