Monday

I love Monday.It is one of my favourite days.i love the rush and the excitement.More so ever, i love the feeling of coming back to work after having accomplish whatever tasks from the week before.the sense of accomplishment and the anticipation of things to come are overwhelming.i soooo LOVE Monday.And also for the fact that, i get to see, and talk to people again after some times alone during the weekend.

This week is quite a busy weekend for me.Because i was less creative at the time, i have to mark tons of papers-assignment and homeworks of my students.So, during the weekend, i was marking,with the TV switched on or the radio sometimes.Given the number of papers i needed to mark, it was quite a satisfaction to be able to do so many other things around the house.i always love multitasking.It is a great feeling to be able to do so many things, and not just sit around doing the same thing all the time but somehow cant finish it.

This week is also a very thoughtful week for me.i watched a lot of good movies, a lot of programs which strenghten my belief in humanity- lot others that make me think about myself and my life in general. I had been quite impulsive, unstable these lately.i confused my values, and had been doing things which are meaningless to me.i had been with people who dont give a damn about a thing-because probably deep down in my heart, i believe that they are not as bad as they may seem.i had allowed things to just happened without really caring where it would take me. I allowed myself to experience unnecessary pain because i cared so much about people who dont care how things will affect me.People who just want to be with me just for something that i have and willing to give.People who dont respect boundary but want others to respect their wishes.i feel bored and tired.Tired of unpredictable nature and tired of people who keep on disappearing on me.That it is very sad to think that you are close to this one person, but you are not even considered a friend.what a sad way of behaving.If anybody ever wondered why i hate-detest-despise hypocrite/pretender-is because i can see past that.i can see it with when people are lying.I will hate myself for what i see and hate them for even trying to pretend..

The great thing about thinking and writing is i get to analyse my own life.Well,great writer has a great sense of curosity.But in the past, great writers committed suicide because they over analysed things, and they can see past things.i prefer to look at it from the positive side.

still, i love Monday:o)