Dialectics

By weekday, I feel I’m a living dead, without escape to inevitable tribulations. Monday requires me to rise early to avoid traffic jams and scarcity of FX. I have written my Monday pangs in Monday, Bloody Monday. So I wait Friday to bring back my life. But in between I realize that this weekday also has a positive side, the yang (as opposed to yin). That is, I am able to at least exercise my faculty of thinking somewhat, in-between the sea of boredom inside this money making dungeon and ceaseless deadlines. I squeeze some time to visit some blogs, to post in my own (even if it is the lyrics of a favorite song – sometimes my mind is a blank space and cannot comprehend even a single, symmetric information).

Weekend is a different story. A couple of weeks, mornings during weekend are spent watching Alias (from Season 1 last month, I am now at Season 3) and spot up flaws in the plot (the unbelievables and ridiculous –ness of the characters' actions – at least the beauty of Jennifer Garner balances, if not make me forget those lapses). Then the most sought period – afternoon session of majhong that at times last till the morning of the following day. I term it the greatest expression of one’s self, where I am the master of destiny – I solely design my game plan. I drop everything just to play majhong. Once, when I decided to buy a computer, I told myself that I will post countless of censored-free articles to this site every weekend. But majhong got the better of me.

By weekday, I have to look presentable. One of my worries is what clothes to wear. By weekend, I really don’t care what am I wearing as long as I will be reserved a seat for my afternoon session. By weekday, I plan to devout my weekend in pursuit of one of my dreams, that is to teach (particularly to impart my little knowledge on topics I like to discuss such as history and politics). By weekend, I simply try not to remember what my plan was.

So this is what hold the balance of the status quo on me.