just minishorts.

Sometimes, you end a great weekend and you arrive on Monday. And then for some reason it feels eerily like a very, very bad college experience. Like how you walk into your first varsity lecture and find out that the ugly pig-like professor seems to like picking on you, all the time, and you realize the only way to get around in the class is to suck up to the person you don't like just to get great grades.

Mondays feel like college because you know you have to be there because its your ticket to the rest of your life. Monday's the start of the week, and its the ticket to the rest of your tuesdays, wednesdays and then the other days.

Its not that my college days were bad, they were cool, (plus that PTPTN college loan helped me scrap by). But for some reason college wasn't cool because you weren't allowed to be independent and yet people expected you to be independent.

They're confusing like that, and Monday's are confusing, as much as getting a college education is confusing, especially if you're getting yours from one of those local-made-in-Malaysia stuff.

I don't like Mondays. I think it's a pre-programmed thought that makes me want to label Mondays as horrible days.

It's not nearly the fact that on Mondays I have to wake up early. See, on Saturdays I wake up early too cos I need to get to the gym on time before the jam hits the roads. On Sundays I wake up the earliest cos Sunday service starts at 7.30 a.m. and Eric always wants breakfast before then. Also if I don't reach the church by 7.15 the parking lots get filled up and it becomes a bit dodgy to leave his nice nice car out on the main roads.

So I actually wake up later on Mondays-Fridays… sleep isn't nearly that much of a problem.

I know I don't really hate Mondays because of the work either. I like work. I'm your Class-A workaholic and I live and breathe the job, day in, day out. Its a bit like how i was in my varsity / college years where I live and breathe my life in school, wanting to run and not being able to run because I knew I had to do it or else I wouldn't get a good job. And so Mondays are like that, walking into the office and realizing that, I can't run away from the job really, even this blog is a reverse mirror image of the job, only on a more ranting and fuck-em-all-the-bastards level. But really, I don't hate Mondays because I need to go back to work on Mondays.

I just hate Mondays because they're made to be hated and so I will hate them. I am brainless like that, so?

It's nice to be moronic from time to time. BeingPretending to be clever all the time can be very tiring you know.

OK I've got a reason. I particularly hate today, Monday today, because today I came online, knowing that I have something to blog, and I see the blank space, here, and I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT I WANTED TO BLOG ALREADY. My braincells just decided to stop functioning I suppose, or I'm suffering from early Alzheimer's and I have no fucking idea what it was that I was supposed to talk about.

This sucks.

This always happens to me at work you see, I planned to do something and then I forget, and then I get super uber frustrated. But it has never happened to me with the blog. KNNCB….

I am pissed pissed pissed and because I can't recall the gem of a blogging topic I was supposed to talk about, you have to do with this crap. OK. Thank you for your time.

It's back to working fun for me. Maybe I'll surf around to see where they offer online college education courses. Maybe going back to school might make my life a little less… stressful. Whee!

Oh btw, if you guys keep seeing strikeouts all over my blog, dump IE and form a loving relationship with Firefox please. IE sux to the max and it eats up space etc etc. Just use Firefox because I have no time to configure the CSS plus I don't know what to do with it. But if you wanna offer technical help, ok thank you. Please write me at gmail. Love and toodles.

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