Ahh… Friday nights. The perfect time to unwind: head out to town with some friends, enjoy good food, and laugh the night away. Not for this girl. I’m perfectly happy to go home, take a long shower and watch a good movie. Perhaps I’ve outgrown all that “partying”. Or perhaps I’m just too exhausted from the weeks’ work to do anything else. Regardless, I’m perfectly content staying in.

Although, today being the last day of the school semester, my friends believe it’s imperative that we celebrate the occasion. After all, we survived five tumultuous months and we’ve managed to stay sane the whole time. Sure, we fell terribly ill along the way, lost plenty of sleep, and sacrificed our social lives… still, we came out of the fires unscathed. We all agreed that was some achievement so it calls for some major partying. Alas, today was one of those long days where we had a workshop and a school function back-to-back, and with the heat and humidity rising, many of us just wanted to veg out at home. Besides, let’s be practical. Partying requires energy, which we barely have. So I’m rationalising that we need to recuperate first, then we’ll be able to fully honour the true meaning of the word, and not make it a half-assed attempt. Agreed?

Now excuse me while I go prop my feet up.