It's friday!! but technically Saturday.

Oh it was Friday!! Time flies—I used to believe it was “Time fries”—and well actually not. This may sound strange, but that’s what I really feel. It seems time flies but not.

When I was a kid time didn’t fly at all. It was really slow like a sluggish frog waiting for a bug flies by to catch. When I was in college, time really flied. People say the older you get the faster you feel you life is going by so fast; or when you do something fun. College was not that exciting to me; at least I think it wasn’t. I played video games with my friend and practice Japanese archery. That’s it. But time flied. Might be college life was fun back then. It’s probably just it, what I was doing back then, looks crap if I judge it by my current opinion. But, yeah when I was 18-22 years old, life was extremely fun.

What was I writing about? Oh about Friday…Friday is always good, not because with one sleep it’s weekend, I work anyway. Then why? I don’t know. I just feel I like it.

I had to go to school on Saturday when I was in elementary school. We finished by noon then went home and did whatever we wanted. That’s just way. I feel now like my childhood came back. And back then I felt it took forever to finish a day.

What I am talking about?