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Weekends

I'm beginning to value my weekends more than ever. You see, when you jump straight from school and do an internship (which pays you just enough to cover your lunch) and experience the time constraints as a result, you really need to hold dear to your weekends.

I love the weekends. It's about the only time you can catch up with your loved ones properly and give undivided attention. And most importantly, you can catch up with yourself. It doesn't really have to be anything remarkably adventurous or exciting. It could be a similar itinerary every week but what's important is you love and enjoy every moment spent with whoever you're spending your weekend with. It could be sitting in front of the tv watching Sheldon Cooper's pesky antics. It could be discovering how your sibling has similar music taste as you. It could be jogging around a nice park in attempts to burn some calories to get back in shape. It could be picking up a book that was put away and trying to pick up where you left off. It could be having a cozy breakfast with your closest friends and having a good laugh. It could be window-shopping early in the day with your best friend and feeling excited because you see things you'd like to purchase. It could be re-watching The Hunger Games at home and muttering and anticipating the lines that you unconsciously memorized ("And if I'm gonna die, I'd still wanna be me"). It could be sharing a good meal and a good conversation, and sitting across the one person who gives you all the reasons why you should look forward to the weekends in the first place.

So, make plans for the weekends and get excited! Even if you don't have plans, well, sometimes no plan is a plan.
Sometimes spontaneity works and it's always nice to be pleasantly surprised.


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