Weekends...
I love Saturdays. Okay, I love Friday evenings and the whole of Saturdays. Saturday is incidentally the day I was born on. Now tell me who doesn't love Saturdays (aside from those money-crazy morons who're working part-time on Saturdays!). Now, it's been for quite a while now that I look forward towards Friday evenings and Saturdays for every week of school. Funny how I never seem to realise the fun of Friday nights and Saturdays when I was little kid getting my primary education. I guess it's just true that, as you grow older, time passes quicker for you. So the vision of the weekend becomes clearer in your mind while you're at work.
Now for the record, I don't particularly like Sundays. I used to, as a kid. Sunday would be the day that Dad was and is at home. We would get to go out for a walk in the city and eat out. Sundays were also the days when I can get some time off my studies and mum wouldn't sit around poking me at Fractions (she was and still is the strictest teacher I'd ever knew). The only thing I didn't like about Sundays was going to church. It's not that I didn't have God in my heart or anything, it's just that I find going to church to be a real bore. We'd sit and listen for a couple of hours about the Bible and stuff, and then when it was over, that was the time I felt the week was truly over. But Sundays at present are quite mundane. If I was over here in Edinburgh, Sundays mean that it is the time I was supposed to catch up on the tutorials and whatever else it is that I was lagging behind from the lectures. Sunday also means that tomorrow will be the most dreaded day of all human life. Call me Garfield...
Now if I was back in KL, Sundays are just days where we laze around with nothing much to do. Dad no longer takes us out to the city or anything like that anymore, but I guess that's just typical when kids grow up. They don't particularly like to be seen still hanging around their old folks anymore, while parents, inevitably aging, would like nothing more than spending the day wrapped up in the comfort of the house, watching TV or just plain lying in bed. So Sundays are a bore no matter where I am, with the exception of The Premiership of course! Hallelujah thank God for football!
Which just makes Saturdays such a treat! Alright, Friday evening and Saturdays. I guess that's why they've got that eatery chain TGI Friday's! I'm not the only one with that sentiment here. It's the time of the week when you just sit back, dust yourself from all of the worldly matters of the previous 4 1/2 days, and just be lazy. Personally, I'm starting to feel bored going to lectures. I feel bored looking at my classmates. People say kids get bored quickly, but funnily enough I've never felt bored at primary and secondary school, nor have I felt bored seeing my classmates then! I don't know. I hate it when all they talk about is lectures and tutorials, and how so-and-so has found a job at which-and-which insurance company. Like I fucking care! Just because I'm in the same academic course as you does not mean I've got to go down the same life course with you. I've got a job as a life insurance agent. Is that not a job? I've got a job as a recording artiste, as a centre-forward with Man U, as a private businessman, are those not jobs?? Since when has the definition of "job" become as "an actuarial trainee position with Standard Life, Edinburgh" anyway? You could argue that, well, if that's not what you're after, then why are you in this course in the first place? True, but if you put this argument to everyone you meet on the street, you're basically saying that a good (maybe a major!) proportion of humans do not possess the right to breathe. I remember my martial arts instructor once said "Why do people tell these beggars to get a job, since they've got arms and legs? Well, I say begging is a job!" Some truth in that you've gotta agree.
Sorry, getting a bit carried away there. You might think I'm not a particularly focused person. Well, let's just say it's my right-brain at work there. Sometimes I feel my right-brain is so dominant that I'm just not cut out to be a successful actuary. I don't know. Okay let's go back to weekends okay? Right, so now you see how Saturdays provide a solace, a space if you like, for which I so dearly use to "get away from it all". You have it at the back of your mind, okay tomorrow's Sunday, so there's actually the space of a day for which I can deal with my mundane problems, so let's just be a bit lazy today and do whatever I want. It could be watching TV, surfing the Internet, playing games, anything. I've sort of developed this habit from my high school days, of stalling all my pleasure activities until the end of the week, and then indulging in them no-holds-barred from Friday night till the end of Saturday. I'm not sure how far it can take me...
Now for the record, I don't particularly like Sundays. I used to, as a kid. Sunday would be the day that Dad was and is at home. We would get to go out for a walk in the city and eat out. Sundays were also the days when I can get some time off my studies and mum wouldn't sit around poking me at Fractions (she was and still is the strictest teacher I'd ever knew). The only thing I didn't like about Sundays was going to church. It's not that I didn't have God in my heart or anything, it's just that I find going to church to be a real bore. We'd sit and listen for a couple of hours about the Bible and stuff, and then when it was over, that was the time I felt the week was truly over. But Sundays at present are quite mundane. If I was over here in Edinburgh, Sundays mean that it is the time I was supposed to catch up on the tutorials and whatever else it is that I was lagging behind from the lectures. Sunday also means that tomorrow will be the most dreaded day of all human life. Call me Garfield...
Now if I was back in KL, Sundays are just days where we laze around with nothing much to do. Dad no longer takes us out to the city or anything like that anymore, but I guess that's just typical when kids grow up. They don't particularly like to be seen still hanging around their old folks anymore, while parents, inevitably aging, would like nothing more than spending the day wrapped up in the comfort of the house, watching TV or just plain lying in bed. So Sundays are a bore no matter where I am, with the exception of The Premiership of course! Hallelujah thank God for football!
Which just makes Saturdays such a treat! Alright, Friday evening and Saturdays. I guess that's why they've got that eatery chain TGI Friday's! I'm not the only one with that sentiment here. It's the time of the week when you just sit back, dust yourself from all of the worldly matters of the previous 4 1/2 days, and just be lazy. Personally, I'm starting to feel bored going to lectures. I feel bored looking at my classmates. People say kids get bored quickly, but funnily enough I've never felt bored at primary and secondary school, nor have I felt bored seeing my classmates then! I don't know. I hate it when all they talk about is lectures and tutorials, and how so-and-so has found a job at which-and-which insurance company. Like I fucking care! Just because I'm in the same academic course as you does not mean I've got to go down the same life course with you. I've got a job as a life insurance agent. Is that not a job? I've got a job as a recording artiste, as a centre-forward with Man U, as a private businessman, are those not jobs?? Since when has the definition of "job" become as "an actuarial trainee position with Standard Life, Edinburgh" anyway? You could argue that, well, if that's not what you're after, then why are you in this course in the first place? True, but if you put this argument to everyone you meet on the street, you're basically saying that a good (maybe a major!) proportion of humans do not possess the right to breathe. I remember my martial arts instructor once said "Why do people tell these beggars to get a job, since they've got arms and legs? Well, I say begging is a job!" Some truth in that you've gotta agree.
Sorry, getting a bit carried away there. You might think I'm not a particularly focused person. Well, let's just say it's my right-brain at work there. Sometimes I feel my right-brain is so dominant that I'm just not cut out to be a successful actuary. I don't know. Okay let's go back to weekends okay? Right, so now you see how Saturdays provide a solace, a space if you like, for which I so dearly use to "get away from it all". You have it at the back of your mind, okay tomorrow's Sunday, so there's actually the space of a day for which I can deal with my mundane problems, so let's just be a bit lazy today and do whatever I want. It could be watching TV, surfing the Internet, playing games, anything. I've sort of developed this habit from my high school days, of stalling all my pleasure activities until the end of the week, and then indulging in them no-holds-barred from Friday night till the end of Saturday. I'm not sure how far it can take me...
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