isn't there a beauty of being up late? when i was a teenager or at university i was truly a night-owl, staying up late listning to music, reading, watching a movie or spending time at cafes/at someone's house discussing life with old or new friends. it was all about making the most out of each day.

the wife is on a business trip, the kids are asleep, and i find myself being up late organizing stuff, surfing a bit on various blogs and photoblogs, catching up on email. there is something special about being up late in the middle of the week, not worrying about how tired i'll be at work tomorrow or doing something productive. i guess that i'll keep cherrishing/taking advantage moments like this all through my life.