I missed the old days. Before, simple things makes you happy. Just a short travel somewhere with you closest friends is already a joy.

Now, everyone seems busy. Maybe its just the way life is. You have different priorities the older you get. Things become complicated. You have certain people (family) to think of; Your time is just a mark in the calendar, and that's all of it. Everything should be planned. Spontaneity is gone.

I wish I can go to that time again. Happy days. Them better days.

Oh well, Fuck Money... Nah, fuck work! :)

Cheers!