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I hate Sunday nights
Every kid that didn’t do this homework knows this feeling. Sunday dinnertime, just as you wind down and realise that tomorrow isn’t another holiday, you start to feel really depressed. Because you remember the homework you were given to complete over the weekend. And you remember you haven’t started on it. And you’ve only a couple hours to do it before bedtime.

Why do teachers insist on giving kids homework? The weekend is for rest isn’t it? It’s freaking ridiculous. Leave the weekends alone!

I went through this all through to secondary school – in JC I didn’t give 2 hoots. There was always the extra free periods I had to do it. University was the same. Didn’t do a thing. Just the shitty feeling of having to go back to the hostel on Sunday nights.

And just when I thought those days were over – it happened again. When you have to go to work.

It’s freaking horrible, not because there’s homework. Now, there’re deadlines, and people to report to, and shitty stuff you didn’t want to do last week and sat on coming to bite you in the ass on Monday. So anyone who asks if I’m having a bad case of the Mondays tomorrow, shouldn’t be surprised if I bite their heads off.

Apples and Oranges
I’ve never used a Mac in my life. I’ve seen some friends use it, but that was it. I’ve never felt the inclination, and I haven’t given in to their fancy and pretty packaging. I don’t do much desktop publishing, so I don’t think I’ll ever sway that way.

More than that, I think the Mac vs PC debate, to me, is really a metaphor for the wannabes and the utilitarians. I’m not going to discount the fact that there are people who truly appreciate Macs for usability reasons. But just because of the sheer number of flakes who get Macs because they look good, I take particular delight in knowing that they don’t get the best versions of Y! Messenger.

The Monday nasties have surfaced. I think I’ll go to bed.