Wait for the Friday night.
Wait for the Friday night. When I was a kid(study), I always wait for the Friday night, Every week is slow, everyday is boring: Tuesday just started, Thursday finally come, after this Friday soon it will be Saturday. And a new week starts. People say you will understand it after you grown up. That kills my curiosity, that makes me hoping so strong on growing up. Time continues as like everything is for tomorrow. When I started to looking forward for the Friday night, I goes into a circle of life by keep going Forward. I forget about the time when I was just having fun at the moment, I started to wander what would that be, just enjoy the moment? I lost my childhood I forgot my gift from born. Desire drives me to keep getting better on what I love to do. I finally grow up, I lost myself. Hoping that one day I can get back like the day I don't care the Friday night.