Ordinary Sunday Morning
December 18th, 2005 -- Posted in rants | 2 Comments »Gone were the days (of many things, which I shan’t bore anyone with details) and here I am today running out of extraordinary stories to tell the world. First thought that ran through my head this morning is… how do I make today different from other days of the week… or more challengingly, different from other Sundays?
Just did the 10km run two weeks ago. Last week… I don’t remember what happened last week. Probably just another ‘ordinary sunday’. That’s the whole point! Though it’s only normal that I’d do nothing special since it is one of the two days in the week when I get to not do anything and clear my head before starting another week of nerve-wrecking work days, I hate to accept the fact that I might just breeze through years of my life not knowing what I’ve done. Work is work. Time is limited. So what’s the big deal about non-activity on Sundays? I just want to make a little more constructive difference sometimes.
*Blah blah blah blah…
Thinks “have ta wash the car today… it’s dirt-caked
... So what can an ordinary white-collar worker running on limited disposable income expect out of the ordinary from his Sunday? Wait a min… ‘limited’ is still over-rated. NO disposable income! Darn.
Ok ok. That’s just an exaggerating digression. I admit. There is still a teeny-weeny bit of disposable income. But the point is, no matter how I emphasize about ‘working experience mean more than money’ in my career perspective, it does impact the difference (or the lack of it) you can make out of Sundays. I have been thinking of this ‘make a constructive difference’ factor all my life, but only find more limitation with ‘drained from work’ and ‘no time’ factors. Excuses excuses… we human beings are just full of these. Let’s see what I’ve tried so far…
- Guitar – realized after a few years that my fingers just aren’t coordinating with my ears, just as when playing the piano… So I’m not a musical instrument person.
- Oil & Acrylic Painting – lack of patience. I take months to finish my last painting of Kurt Cobain, as a tribute (... and it is still unfinished). It’s now gone. Can’t find it after I returned from studies in US. Too messy. Need extra room as a studio.
- Poetry – heavily dependent on emotions. I write better jilted sonnets and bitter poems. If I’m happy I don’t have inspiration for a good one.
- Computer – Gaming. IRC-ing. OC-ing and modding. And now I’m blogging. Looking forward to save some money to get my M-Audio sampling keyboard for computer music.
See my point? Everything needs at least a bit of investment. Monetary or emotional. So the verdict? I’d just stick to writing this stupid blog to make today an extraordinary Sunday…
