FRIDAY

It’s the time when Friday is much anticipated–reminiscent of my life the past years how I detested the first day of the week–each single day this time is all but Monday blues. In spite of my busy schedule working like a dog, yet I felt that my own world gyrate in slow motion.

Getting this far, the sixth day, is a hurly-burly–where grace is deliberately generating and exploiting turbulence. It’s already half past ten at night. An hour ago, was my late dinner from my late-evening class. What a culmination!  “T.G.I.F.”, I’d say still.