Another 30 days of work drives me crazy.  Worse will be, they consecutive.  Long-time away from home, I suddenly found the importance to take a break. 

These days made me experience an old saying – dreams are pretty, but the world comes reversed, which makes distance from the dreams – a distance long enough to hold back man’s braveness.  Maybe I gotta get real, maybe I should die imagination – both seem not a best way to make me easy.  I long for a vacation to relax the tense nerve.

Planning was completed, packs were geared-up, I’m ready to go.  But God takes things from men when they get used to it.  The OT-news tries to help me understand what vacation is – vacation is kind of escapism, where you realize even dreaming is a dream. 

What can I do?  Shit happens!  Welcome to sucks, Man!

P.S.  Still was back to Canton for 3 days - that makes me memorize one famous saying, "Life sucks, but u are gonna love it!"