Just for One Day before We All gotta Move On

once upon a time, someone asked me what i have in mind when it comes to a perfect vacation. i answered it lousily, "a lay back rest in germany, rolling up for The Beatles' Magical Mistery Tour, tasting the life of luxury, blablabla" all those crappy dreams. hah, i realised how low i priced my overly-high-maintenance-yet-totally-impossible chance of having a holiday.

until today, i take some time to reconsider.

so this is my "new" idea of perfect vacation.

a trip. yeah, a simple trip. whether it requires some public transportation, or a long and endless driving, i don't care. just a good old trip. something in those roads or highways or paths really soothes me.



to where must these roads end? i don't give a shit. it doesn't have to end in my hometown, or a great recreation sites, or even Germany. i trust the roads with all my life. i believe they all would lead me somewhere, and that somewhere could bring a great deal of happiness to me, in their own ways. well, i do ask for a pit-stop


sea. the trip has to stop by the sea shore. a mind-set-free-er swim, or just for a simple dip, plunged myself into the blue. or just lay my eyes onto. who can deny the therapeutic effect of glancing at the joint part of sunset and waterwalls?

by the end of the day, after all those exhausting road-hitting, or the satisfying encounter with the sea, the nostalgic tunes humming along with the vehicle's engine, what could really make the vacation is, of course, a good company.


a very good one. well, maybe more than one. a simple trip with people i care, before we all gotta move on, gotta let ourself being sucked by the black black hole called 'adulthood'.

and inspite of its simplicity, by the end of the day, noone has any regret left in their heart.