Gone for the Weekend: 902

Saturdays and Sundays are the most awaited days I desire eagerly after a week-long of routine, mechanical, mundane life. The 48-hour break from the usual rigid and fast-paced activities I diurnally have while coping to be a night owl; a hang-over on a Monday is experienced.

Tuesday swiftly passes by without my knowledge as I busy myself like a bee. I sigh in relief! The middle of the week (Wednesday) has arrived and as a night owl, I have learned to enjoy and appreciate (honest!) the source of my bread and butter as well as fancy the camaraderie of the Brazilians. The clock strikes 12 to welcome Thursday and manage to juggle my devotion time, my net addiction and do the gait exercise. Finally the last day of the week arrives and I literally utter, "thank God it's Friday!"

For many weekends now, 902 has been a haven from the hustle and bustle of my life. It is a special place where I get reconnected, revitalized and wonderful feelings rekindled. On hindsight, I am grateful for such routine. Without it, I will never learn to be grateful and appreciative of the many goodness and blessings I am now relearning, discovering, bestowing. 902 has been a significant number and a special rendezvous.