A long weekend.
First of May on a Sunday, making Monday a replacement holiday.
Wanted to go back home, but then decided to stay on to prepare the presentation materials for work tomorrow.
Damn it work !
Didn't go anywhere. In fact, spent most of the time at home doing house chores. 2 weeks of laundry, mopping and cleaning. Which till now, I have yet to change the covers of my bedding.
I went clubbing, and did a little shopping spree. And yet, still find myself not fully equipped with the phrase "happy". Am I not truly enjoying the long weekend that was given to me ?
I wonder why.
We chatted almost very frequent the past weekend, you and me, taking turns initiating the chat. Sorry, that I sort of asked you the wrong question and slightly frustrated you a little over on a chat we had few nights ago. You seems friendlier and more engaging now. I like it, as the warmth in you makes me smile.
Maybe I should have just gone back home as that would make my weekend a happy one. Would then be able to meet up with you, though I know that it's for a short moment.
At least, I got to see you rather than now, me longing for your presence so badly.
Hey, at least we are still keeping in touch with each other.