I think I'm reaching the point where I'll be found to be all alone doing nothing on Sunday, and I'm totally fine with that. I love the silence that echo in my home after noisy weekdays. The season of saying 'yes' almost reach its' end, I sense it. Especially when one day I finally woke up with heavy head and a flu. With these few different works at the same time I think I ought to refuse friends' demands to come over or hangout. Instead, on Saturday I woke up at 11.34 precisely as I went to bed at 4.35 am. Declined so many phone calls, didn't read any messages and it felt so good. Came Sunday, I spent it on reading the book that has been waiting for long for me to finish it and laughing too much from watching the Running Man show. It's all good.
One of the basic things that I've learnt since last year is the appreciation of weekend. As a freelancer I'd never had an office hour when I was working - and I love it. But since last year, I had some long-term projects in which there are periods when I have to have an office hour. Now I can totally understand the radiant look on my cousin's face come the weekend (she works in a bank) - and my friends (the ones that are fellow freelancer with no sense of time, day and date, only deadlines) start to call me dull because I cannot go hanging out on Mondays (or any weekdays) for a while.