I am one of those pathetic people who go through their weekdays, counting down to the weekend. I absolutely dread Monday mornings, loathe Tuesdays, nonchalant on Wednesdays, expectant on Thursdays and absolutely blissful on Fridays. However, most of the time when the realization of Saturday finally hits, I'd be scatching my head thinking, "Ok! So how am I going to spend this weekend?"
I do have the occasional "event" that fills up my Saturday nights (e.g. birthday bash, reunion with old friends, etc. ) and I'd end up settling in to sleep at times which are way past my normal bed-times. Thus, more often than not, I would be sleeping in 'til the mid-afternoon on Sundays... that's half a day wasted! But I really can't help it; that is the only time of the week when I can have seven-FULL-hours of uninterrupted sleep and wake up without the anticipation of having to go to an unfulfilling job later on during the day.
So Sundays are technically rest-at-home days while Saturdays are my outside-of-home days and this has been my routine for as long as I can remember (or at least if I dont have anything important to attend to on Sundays). I know routines are boring and uninteresting but that's how my life has become = a ride as predictable as taking a feeder service bus to the mrt station.
I'm not much of an extrovert but I do need to get out of the house for a few hours during the weekend so that I won't feel too stifled (claustrophobia alert!). OH yes, and don't forget the myriad of chores I have on my weekend to-do list; grocery-shopping, cleaning my room, reading newspapers, catching up on tv, etc etc. And with my tutoring taking up a couple of hours of my Saturday afternoons, all I can say is, two days for the weekend is definitely not enough! LOL
Maybe I'm beginning to sound abit pessimistic but looking on the brighter side of things I guess, ultimately, it is not exactly how I spend my weekend that matters; it's who I spend my weekends with.. i.e. the people that matter. =)
