Saturdays are the best.

If I could choose any day of the week (during a stay in weekend), it would be Saturday. After the 12.30 pm imaginary last bell rings, we're practically free for the rest 1 and a half days. Eventhough arguably we have a whole 24-hours of freedom on Sundays, Saturdays are nicer because you don't feel rushed to do anything. It's the ultimate lazy day (or half day, if you must). Got that assignment to finish? Oh, we can do it on Sunday. Clothes need washing? Push it to Sunday. Clean up the room? Sunday.

There's that safety cushion you can rely on which makes Saturdays the coolest whereas when Sunday comes, you can't procastinate anymore since Monday is lurking around the corner. In fact, Sundays seem to be the day that time runs extra fast.

Especially if you're one of those Midvalley Mallrats. By the time you come back, it will already be 7.00 pm. Then you'd wish you hadn't gone. But, oh too late.

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Heh, anyway, there'll be three buses to Midvalley later today. According to our Welfare Exco, Capek, "Never in my entire career have I handled this many students. Those juniors. Tsk."

Can't blame them. Its their first weekend out. Well, enjoy yourselves. :)