hanging out with the Saturday afternoon...

Buenas tardes = Good afternoon.
Un churro, por favor = A finger-sized fritter, please.

blisss. the start of a week-end = making it through that Friday night crawl on Jalan Sultan Ismail and coming home to blue skies and white fluffy cloud weather. you know just then that the week-end is going to be sweet.

see, i believe in signs. from God. from nature. from the powers that be. unfortunately, most times i have had to mitigate these "signs" in my head so that i am practical. job requirements :) but come Friday night and getting home within just the ONE hour, you know, that's the 1st "sign".

so my happiest week-end is when i get to do NOTHING. that's right.. N.O.T.H.I.N.G.
sigh, my most content moment is knowing i have nothing to do. no grocery shopping. no bills to pay. no hair appointments. no facials (i know, real hardships these last 2, hehehe!).
no hanging out with friends (no offence g-friends!). no packing for the work week ahead and wondering which business suits to take along this time, and which working shoes.
knowing that i can just sleep and watch TV and call McD's (or maybe some PizzaHut today??) and sleep some more and wow! watch more TV. as i am not traveling on work. and i can spread the adult activities completely to Day 2.
yes, truth be told, work travel has made me selfish of preserving my time alone. but most importantly my time at home. staying put at 505. i am now unflinchingly proud to be a couch potato!

hanging out with the Saturday afternoon is my best time, personally. as i know i still have the Saturday evening, and then the Saturday night and then i get to wake-up to a whole SUNDAY and another day of doing nothing unless i want to.

of course, the best reason for having a week-end is hanging out with my green baby - IggySingh. 4.5 feet, all teeth and claws, with a manja seeking personality, week-ends are when i can do all her chores and her routines myself, and i get to wake her up and put her to bed, and give her her showers, and cut her sawi, and i get to just hang out, watching TV from a semi-paralyzed position on the couch. hmm... that is the true essence of bliss. watching TV to iguana kisses!

and so we are hanging out with Harry Potter this afternoon, as he wonders why the Goblet Of Fire picked out his name...