Sweet Escape

I hate Monday, literally makes me moaning a lot, sadly not in the pleasant way. Most people share same hatred about Monday, who could blame us anyway.

Monday is like a reminder that life still sucks after we get a little bit of heaven in weekend.

Here’s the sweet escape of mine in the last weekend

For the last two days I spent weekend with some old friends, the closest ones, in the special city, where I mostly spent my youth, where I cherish love for the very first time, the place where I think I reached Self-actualization.

It’s an honor for me for having irreplaceable friends like them. They are as crazy as me and as wild as me. We share same sense humor. We see life in the same cool way.  We’re like one soul dwell in couple of bodies. We used to rule high school, wore crowns in that damned place.

For really brief two days, in that city of blinding lights, we barely slept, just wandered downtown and laughing and dancing and prancing.

I look back, I still feel the same way I did when I was 17, but those are the good old days and I wish I could stay.*These are P!nk’s lines.

Like every good things must come to an end. Life goes on. We seriously need a day between Saturday and Sunday.

It’s time to get back to ordinary miserable life.