Ah, holiday.
A day(s) where it’s possible to stay up until six in the
morning without going to sleep.
A day(s) where it’s possible to sleep for 12 hours.
A day(s) where it’s socially accepted to just stay on your
bed (in your room, to be exact) for the rest of the day.
Who doesn’t love holiday?
Well, just like any other... stuff. It must end.
Four days of holiday, eh? Is it enough?
Nah, of course it’s not. It’s never enough. Nothing is
never enough.
I won’t complain though. It’s life anyway.
We enter a phase, get out of phase, happy at some phase,
suicidal at some phase. You know, the usual stuff.
...what? You think I’m complaining?
No, honey, no. I’m not complaining, I’m just... well...
stating my opinion, that’s all. You know, the usual stuff.
So, erhm, yeah. Holiday ended, still got some assignment(s) to do.
Bye.
