Friday nights. Oh how I love them!
I love them for their silence, their infinite patience, the soft, drawling limbs dragging, dragging, taking their time, taking their time. I am happy curling up with a book or just sitting by myself, my thoughts and I, far from the maddening crowds.
You see, I am not the clubbing, partying kind. Never have been, never will be. Of course I am a bit of a dance freak but as far as I understand, that has nothing to do with the partying vibe. I am more of an intimate gathering kind, with people that I am comfortable with, people that I like.
Ah weekends. I love them for the morning cup of tea still in my pajamas at 9 am in the morning, sprawled across the couch in front of the TV, watching TLC and travelling in my head. I love them for the listless flops upon the balcony hammock, cup of tea in hand swinging to and fro in the mid-morning breeze, traces of sleep still not gone from eyes starring into the distance, mind far, far away.
I love them for the golden morning sunshine, filtered through the lace curtains, sneaking their way across the floor climbing all over the furniture. I love them for the drowsy honeyed sunlight in the afternoons when the sun could not bother anymore and we have caught it in its mellow moments with tea, other homemade goodies and frivolous chitterchatter in the garden.
Weekends. I love them for the random trips, foodie discoveries, personal indulgences and the occasional book binge once in a while. I love them for the infinity of horizons that open up, the excitement of possibilities and rare encounters here and there. I love them for walks walked hand in hand, sweet secret smiles and stolen kisses. And I would not have it any other way.
But all in all, I love weekends for the listless empty hours and the knowledge of having no obligations. Bliss :)
Now to curl up with a many paged friend and later on, cuddle up to a cup of tea and maybe a latenight snack. I am fickle in my books and flirtatious in reading. But alas, I cannot help it, I am just that, a lustful fiend yearning for stories, never satisfied. I have a harem that I've not yet fully explored but what I continue to grow with new additions each passing day.
On a side note, I have decided to get married. As they say, it's not even the right person, it is the right time. And I think that the right time approacheth.
Smooth sailing, satisfying, life has been quite placid lately. A short spell of flu, a few books, movies, a few hectic days at work and a few unforgettable moments with loved ones - life has been good.Travel bug has awakened once again, the postponed Europe plans are nagging in my head. One of these days I will just..........travel. The plan is to retire by 35. Let's hope I earn enough by then.
The book is underway and I am a bit under the weather. Throat scratcheth and I, sniffleth still. Must get sleep. Or else! The book can wait. But stories wait for no one somebody once said. But this story has waited a long time before it started trickling down my fingertips onto a computer keyboard. It can wait down a flu I am sure.
I love them for their silence, their infinite patience, the soft, drawling limbs dragging, dragging, taking their time, taking their time. I am happy curling up with a book or just sitting by myself, my thoughts and I, far from the maddening crowds.
You see, I am not the clubbing, partying kind. Never have been, never will be. Of course I am a bit of a dance freak but as far as I understand, that has nothing to do with the partying vibe. I am more of an intimate gathering kind, with people that I am comfortable with, people that I like.
Ah weekends. I love them for the morning cup of tea still in my pajamas at 9 am in the morning, sprawled across the couch in front of the TV, watching TLC and travelling in my head. I love them for the listless flops upon the balcony hammock, cup of tea in hand swinging to and fro in the mid-morning breeze, traces of sleep still not gone from eyes starring into the distance, mind far, far away.
I love them for the golden morning sunshine, filtered through the lace curtains, sneaking their way across the floor climbing all over the furniture. I love them for the drowsy honeyed sunlight in the afternoons when the sun could not bother anymore and we have caught it in its mellow moments with tea, other homemade goodies and frivolous chitterchatter in the garden.
Weekends. I love them for the random trips, foodie discoveries, personal indulgences and the occasional book binge once in a while. I love them for the infinity of horizons that open up, the excitement of possibilities and rare encounters here and there. I love them for walks walked hand in hand, sweet secret smiles and stolen kisses. And I would not have it any other way.
But all in all, I love weekends for the listless empty hours and the knowledge of having no obligations. Bliss :)
Now to curl up with a many paged friend and later on, cuddle up to a cup of tea and maybe a latenight snack. I am fickle in my books and flirtatious in reading. But alas, I cannot help it, I am just that, a lustful fiend yearning for stories, never satisfied. I have a harem that I've not yet fully explored but what I continue to grow with new additions each passing day.
On a side note, I have decided to get married. As they say, it's not even the right person, it is the right time. And I think that the right time approacheth.
Smooth sailing, satisfying, life has been quite placid lately. A short spell of flu, a few books, movies, a few hectic days at work and a few unforgettable moments with loved ones - life has been good.Travel bug has awakened once again, the postponed Europe plans are nagging in my head. One of these days I will just..........travel. The plan is to retire by 35. Let's hope I earn enough by then.
The book is underway and I am a bit under the weather. Throat scratcheth and I, sniffleth still. Must get sleep. Or else! The book can wait. But stories wait for no one somebody once said. But this story has waited a long time before it started trickling down my fingertips onto a computer keyboard. It can wait down a flu I am sure.
2 comments:
decided to get married eh? guess we will get to read all about that soon :D
Oh yes, there will be plenty of "those" posts ;)
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